Fiction: Klockau takes over part 3

Smithers, slap the person who approved the Hornet!

Arriving back at Moline International, with a “That’s not a knife, THAT’S a knife” store commemorative coffee mug in hand, I set my sights on future endeavors.

The Burgundy Velvet ‘20 Continental whisked to the curb, with Sinatra playing on the stereo. “Smithers, a gin and tonic!” “I’m still not Smithers, and I appreciate tagging along to witness all the…