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THICKE AND EDGELOW 12: Don’t Ask Questions

“We have to whack the President,” said Evan Edgelow.

“What?” said Timothy Thicke. “Barack Obama, the President of the United States?”

“No. The President of the Miley Cyrus Unofficial Fan Club. We have to hit him with a rolled up newspaper.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I don’t ask questions. Publicity stunt, probably.”

THICKE AND EDGELOW 11: A Lack of Originality

“Do you expect me to talk?” scoffed Evan Edgelow.

“No, Mr. Edgelow,” said Dr. Maisoui, “I expect you to shout.” He pressed a button. The laser-light machine was very loud.

Edgelow only smirked as Timothy Thicke crept up behind the doctor, hit him with a potted plant, and shrugged modestly.

THICKE AND EDGELOW 10: Smoke and Mirrors

Timothy Thicke peered through the binoculars, watching as Evan Edgelow lobbed a smoke grenade.  He paused a moment to wipe condensation off  the binocular lenses.

When he looked back, Edgelow was gone.

“Mission accomplished,” Edgelow whispered from beside him.

“How do you do that?!” Thicke asked, amazed.

“Optical illusions, mostly.”

THICKE AND EDGELOW 10: Hold ‘Em

“All in.”

Timothy Thicke shivered as Evan Edgelow put all of his poker chips in the middle of the table. Thicke knew what the other onlookers didn’t: Edgelow was putting more than just his money on the line.

“I fold,” pronounced Edgelow’s opponent in disgust.

Thicke and Edgelow smiled, relieved.

THICKE AND EDGELOW 9: Share-a-chute

“Remind me again,” shouted Timothy Thicke, “why I just fell out of an airplane.”

“Because I pushed you,” yelled Evan Edgelow.

“And why did you push me?”

“Our cover was blown.”

“And why did you grab the stewardess, too?”

“I have a thing for redheads! Also, she has the parachute.”

THICKE AND EDGELOW 8: How Does My Future Look?

“Evan,” said Timothy Thicke, “do you think these crazy spy games will ever end? Will we ever be free to walk openly in the streets? Will I ever be able to start a family?”

Evan Edgelow thought for a minute. “Yes to the first two questions. No to the third.”

THICKE AND EDGELOW 7: Beset on Every Side

They stood back to back, gripping their handguns nervously, surrounded by a leering ring of well-armed henchmen.

“We’re so going to die!” Thicke sputtered, his eyes clouding with tears.

“Hush!” commanded Evan Edgelow. “No one is dying tonight!”

He paused, looked around, then grinned eagerly. “Ok, I take that back.”

THICKE AND EDGELOW 1: Hostage Rescue

After disarming the bomb in the locomotive’s engine, Evan Edgelow fought his way to the caboose, where the hostages were. He cut the car loose and began loading people into the bus.

“Where’s my kitty?” cried a distraught child.

Evan reached inside his jacket. “Right here,” he said.

Everyone cheered.