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attachments. I can even play alto saxophone.” Electro nodded in the direction of the mansion, which was barely visible in the thick mist. “We’ll pack before commencing on our jour—”
    “I don’t want to waste time. I’ll travel with what I have on my back.”
    “An admirable and symbolic gesture, but screwy in this instance,” Electro told him. “You’ll need warmer clothes for some of the country we have to cross. We also need cash.”
    “Clothes I have, but hardly any money.”
    “Hohl has wads of it in his safe.”
    “Can you open his safe?”
    “There are, my boy, very few things I can’t do,” answered Electro. “When we have more time I’ll run you off a complete list.”

Chapter 7
    Two men materialized, furtively carrying a microwave robot chef. They grunted and muttered and were eaten up by the thick fog.
    Electro swung out a cautionary hand. “Halt a moment, lad,” he advised in a whisper. “We appear to be in the midst of the smugglers.”
    Tad pressed against the bole of a huge dark tree, flattening his backpack somewhat. “What do you think Hohl will do if he—”
    “Try to disable me and lock you up.” Electro shook his head, which was faintly beaded with mist “We don’t want that to happen. Come along, we’ll shift to a Southerly direction for a spell.”
    They encountered only silence and fog for the next several minutes.
    “Congratulations! You’ve won two more free games of Worlds Collide!” boomed out a tinny voice.
    “Hush it up, cobber!”
    “How the blinking hell can I? It’s got a flapping mind of its own, cobber.”
    “Yes, because you achieved the incredible score of 46,000 points you win two more fun-filled and excitement-packed games of Worlds Collide, the interplanetary destruction game which is fun for the whole family, parental discretion advised!”
    “Kick the blinking thing!”
    “I did and busted me flapping paw.”
    “Well, drop it, then, and let’s whack it with a bleeding rock!”
    “Worlds Collide, the dynamic game which teaches you cosmology while you have fun!”
    “Next time we lug a servo and not one of these blinking recmecs.”
    Tad and Electro had stopped still at the first noise. Two of the smugglers, nearby but completely hidden by the swirling fog, were having trouble with a malfunctioning game machine.
    “Step right up, step right up! Play Worlds Collide!”
    “Hush, hush, won’t you?”
    “Step on it, jump on it!”
    “Oh, yes, and then bust it. Wouldn’t Hohl love that.”
    “He ain’t going to fancy all this bleeding hooroar, cobber.”
    “What is all this bleeding hooroar about!” screamed a new voice.
    “Hohl,” whispered Tad.
    “We was just talking about you, Hohl. Seems this flapping machine got bunged up whilst we was hefting it off the barge during our recent clandestine nocturnal activities and now it’s taken to shooting off its ruddy—”
    “I’ll shoot off your ruddy snout if you don’t silence it!” shouted the unseen estate manager.
    “Let’s push onward while they’re squabbling,” suggested Electro as he took hold of Tad’s arm.
    Tad hesitated. “I’d like to get a last look at Hohl,” he said. “Tell him how I’ve felt about all the—”
    “We don’t have time for settling scores right now,” the robot reminded. “Later, perhaps.” He tugged.
    “Okay, we’ll go. But . . .”
    In a few moments they were out of range of the squabble. All was fog and silence again.
    Until they tramped into a clearing in the mist and saw a circle of a dozen men. Catmen, lizard men, humans. Some carried illegal machines, but some carried blaster rifles and stunguns.
    “What have we here?” muttered a thickset catman He held a blaster pistol in his left paw. “A wee lad and his ‘bot nanny, is it?”
    “On the contrary,” said Electro while glancing fron weapon to weapon, “we’re part of the mob.”
    “The what?”
    “The mob, the gang, the bunch,” amplified the robot. “We work for