The cold muzzle of the 9mm being pushed into the side of her neck felt like an icicle. Miss Peabody duteously raced towards the impromptu barricade the police had set up at 60mph. Wow! The car salesman was right. The BMW M3 really could do 0-60 in 4.3 seconds. She let off the accelerator for a second but Jake The Snake pushed the gun harder into her neck.
"Don't let off the gas. Speed it up a little sister." Said Jake The Snake all wild eyed and crazy. He hasn't felt a rush like this since he broke into his ex-wife's apartment to try to kill her. Unfortunately the police were waiting for him and that's how he got apprehended.
Miss Peabody closed her eyes and pushed down on the accelerator. Jeez, this was sheer madness. This was suicide! The black top parking lot was now behind them as they sped down the gravel road at 65mph headed towards two unoccupied cruisers parked in a V-formation blocking off the road. Several uniforms took refuge behind the cruisers with their guns drawn ready for just about anything. Miss Peabody said a silent prayer as she aimed the hood ornament into the niche of the adjoining police cars. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she visualized her $65,000.00 car get smashed to pieces.
When they were just 18 yards away, as soon as Jake The Snake saw the cops jump out of the way he shouted at the top of his voice. "Brake!" He commanded.
Miss Peabody slammed on her brakes with all of her might creating an enormous dust storm making them almost invisible. The BMW stopped unscathed just inches from the crotch of the barricade. The wheezing officers choked and coughed on the billowy cloud of dust they had created. There was so much dust from the 15 yard skid That the police couldn't even see their own vehicles.
A gust of wind passed through and eroded the dust storm and every single officer gaped at what they saw. The two cruisers had been pushed aside creating a hole just big enough for the escapees to worm their way through. An angry officer pushed the talk button on his hand-talkie radio.
"All units respond. We do not have the subjects. Subjects somehow managed to coalesce into the barricade and push their way through right before our very eyes!"
Officers jumped into the cruisers and joined in on the chase peeling out in the gravel creating dust storms of their own.
Jake The Snake laughed out loud as he prompted the distraught spinster Miss Peabody to kick it into 6th gear once they reached the highway. He knew a lot about cars and was well aware that the BMW M3 could do 160mph without a problem. They had a pretty good head start but he knew it was almost impossible to beat the radio.
The BMW whizzed past poky cars on I-92 until two tractor trailers traveling side by side forced them to slow down.
Jake The Snake turned around and saw an enormous motorcade of black-and-whites flashing their bubble gum lights. Improvise, improvise, improvise! He thought to himself. He glanced at the grassy side of the highway which was littered with broken bottles, blown out tires, diapers, and God only knew what else. If they tried to drive around the tractor trailers through the grass they'd blow a tire out for sure.
A miraculous spectacle happened and the two dusty tractor trailers drifted off to the side leaving an opening in the middle like Moses parting the Red Sea.
"Step on it sister!" Shouted Jake The Snake practically spitting into Miss Peabody's ear. She quickly down shifted to give the car more power to slither through the gap before it would close.
The sudden jolt of increasing speed caused Fred's neck to whip back into the head rest like taking off in an airplane. The sound of screeching metal pierced the air like a train slamming on it's brakes.
Jake The Snake's window shattered scaring the spaghetties out of him as the walls of the trailers closed in on them wedging them like a sandwich.
Fred watched awestruck as the needle on the speed odometer quickly descended. He quickly groped around in his pocket fumbling with the cellphone and pushed the send button. While he listened to the ring tone he looked up and noticed a helicopter looming overhead. It was time for the great scheme. It was time to call the Gadget Man.
The phone was answered on the third ring and Jake The Snake was greeted by the sound of munching popcorn. The munching sound grew louder and Fred could also make out a slurping sound of what sounded like beer being consumed. Vinny had still not yet spoken into the phone.
"Hey it's me Jake The Snake. What the heck is going on? You sound like you're sitting down watching a movie?"
There was a sinister laugh into the phone and Jake The Snake felt his stomach drop and bile rise into his throat. Something just didn't seem right about the Gadget Man.
"In a sense I am watching a movie you crazy fool. I'm sitting here watching you on television!"
The adjoining tractor trailers slowed down simultaneously and came to a complete stop leaving the BMW wedged in like sardines. Everything was starting to look helter-skelter as numerous police vehicles surrounded the scene. There was more creepy laughter into the phone and Jake The Snake squeezed the Motorola with all of his might. Why was the Gadget Man laughing at him? What was the next part of the plan?
"So what do I do now?" Asked Jake The Snake, "I'm kind of jammed up."
"Oh yes I see that." Replied Vinny watching them live on television from an aerial view probably from the helicopter looming over them. "It looks like they got you pinned in there pretty good. Hey, guess what? Right now the whole world is watching you and in about 20 seconds they're going to find out what happens to rats." The Gadget Man let out his grisly Dr.Evil laugh. "Goodbye Jake The Snake." He said and hung up the phone.
Fear surged through Jake The Snake as he put down the phone. He watched Miss Peabody break out in a cold sweat and shake convulsively like she just shot somebody.
"We gotta get out of here now or we'll get blown to smithereens!" Said Fred pushing on his passenger door. The door wouldn't budge and the side of the dusty trailer seemed to be laughing in his face. They were trapped and soon millions of viewers watching their tube would see them get blown up.
"What's going on? What's happening?" Pleaded Miss Peabody starting to cry.
Jake The Snake didn't answer but looked up instead. Hallelujah! Miss Peabody's BMW was equipped with a sunroof. "Open the sunroof!" He shouted, "Open the bloody sunroof."
Miss Peabody hastily pushed down on the button that opened the sunroof. The seconds it took to open felt like hours as Jake The Snake impatiently waited for the glass panel to slide open. He surmised that he had about 13 seconds left. Jake The Snake slapped his muddy boot onto the console and poking his gun out first hoisted himself through the sunroof.
The Gadget Man laughed uncontrollably when he watched Jake The Snake get stuck in the sunroof like Santa Clause getting stuck in a chimney. This was rich. This moment was priceless. He was surprised the police didn't shoot him down right then and there.
Miss Peabody pushed on Fred's buttocks as hard as she could trying to squeeze the hit man's potbelly through the sunroof. A shot rang out nipping Fred's right shoulder and he plopped himself back into the BMW. Jake The Snake screamed in pain holding the wound then feeling traumatized when he saw the blood on his hand.
Miss Peabody looked at him with despair in her imploring hazel eyes. "Please, we don't have much time. I can make it through the sunroof. There's no reason for us both to die." She said letting the tears run down her face.
Jake The Snake said nothing and beat his fist into the roof in frustration. They probably only had another 8 seconds. Miss Peabody continued on. "Please! I have children. Don't do this!"
Jake The Snake managed to snort out a laugh despite their predicament. "You don't have children! I know everything about you!"
Miss Peabody looked shocked that Fred knew all about her. Then she recanted. "Fine, maybe I don't. Screw it. We'll both die if that's what you want.” She said crossing her arms as a matter-of-factly. Miss Peabody's form of ruse actually worked and Jake The Snake placed the 9mm on the dashboard.
"Make sure you tell my mother about this. She'll be proud." He said helping Miss Peabody slide through the sunroof.
"I will. I promise." She said pulling her other leg through and getting her bearings. As she stepped onto the trunk and onto the ground she heard a loud hissing sound from underneath the BMW like air leaking out from a tire.
Miss Peabody ran between the two tractor trailers and out of harms way when she heard someone call out to her.
"Wait!" Shouted a voice.
She turned around and saw Fred's head poking out of the sunroof. "The Gadget Man, his name is...." The ear splitting sound was unlike any explosion Miss Peabody had ever witnessed in her life. It all seemed to happen so fast. Nothing like the way it did in the movies. A huge explosion erupted from underneath the BMW creating an enormous fireball causing the BMW to levitate as shrapnel and debris scattered everywhere. The blast was so big it bore a hole into the sides of both the tractor trailers.
Miss Peabody felt a wave of heat from the deadly explosion but made it to safety just in time. There was no doubt about it. The hit man was a goner and probably no one would miss him. Except of course his mother.
Paramedics rushed to Miss Peabody wrapping a blanket around her and swiftly escorting her inside an ambulance to check for internal bleeding. She insisted that she was okay. After signing a refusal to get checked out even further, Miss Peabody demanded a phone call. She was not impressed at all with the way the guards at the prison dealt with Jake The Snake's daring escape. A lot of them were going to lose their jobs. And how did Fred get a gun in the first place?
There was a loud but courteous knock from outside the ambulance doors. A disheveled paramedic opened the door and Miss Peabody saw a short brawny man with blond curly hair and a skinny fellow that had characteristics of a metrosexual. The dressy agents flashed badges and the handsome curly haired man spoke first.
"Miss Peabody, I'm special agent Carter and this is detective Newman. Would it be okay if we asked you a few questions?"