Test Report 2, Beluga Airplane

This is Dr. Stanislaw Todorov, reporting on the second stage of the field testing of the experimental Beluga airplane. Testing progresses more rapidly than I had hoped for, and Asia offered a versatile range of testing scenarios. I am happy to put tiny check marks in the little boxes that indicate that the Beluga has performed to my fullest expectations in the standard test scenarios for river landing, river take-off, temple landing, temple take-off, robot pickup with magnetic grappling hook and slingshot maneuver for steamboat into ironclad.

Sidenote I: I video-graphed an exciting operation Dr. Killstone performed on a tanned, exotic gentleman called the Llama. (I assumed that this must be his spirit animal of sorts, which I find peculiar, since I thought that Llamas are only native to South America. But who knows what happens in the minds of other people). The Llama then invited us to demonstrate my new plane to his people. There was also ethnic food which I unfortunately could not eat, since there was no appropriate silverware.

Sidenote II: I wonder if Dr. Killstone could also attach a less human arm? Maybe one that was enhanced with some mechanical parts to make it more efficient. I shall suggest such a research endeavor over tea, after I finish upgrading Hauser’s propulsion jet system.

Who was that marked man?

The Lemon Lemming sits grimly in the cockpit of Dr Stanislaw’s monstrous seaplane and thinks back to what had just occurred...
Everything had happened so fast. Too fast.
The paddle steamer. The Iron clad. The Lama under attack. The leap. The multiplying white ninjas.
Ultimately everything had, sort of, worked out and they’d even saved (most of) the Lama they’d been sent to rescue.
But who was that old, but incredibly agile, leader of the white ninjas?
And more importantly, how had he known so much about him and his associates?
Somehow, he was able to use psychology against him!
He’d tricked him into abandoning the Lama to save the young English girl instead.
One thing was certain though; if they meet again, he’ll kill that inscrutable Chinaman before he can slip away.