Ludwig Böhm - The Revenge Of The Hitmons

"And how do I know?" Tom asked.

"I'll send you this dice," the professor replied, showing the boy a silver, diced part. "No one knows it. Notice it well. "

"I do," Tom said resolutely, and left the professor together with Rauruk.

Two days later Tom was playing the dice. A bicyclist had brought him. He immediately called the professor from a public cell.

"Do you have it?" He asked.

"Do you have anything to write?" Dr. Tracy back.

Tom pulled a clerk and a small block.

"Ready to go."

Tracy gave him the numbers and said,

"Rauruk must hurry." Do you have enough of the means? "

"There's still a lot left," Tom explained.

"All right! Good luck!" Tracy.

Two hours later Tom and Rauruk again at the launching center of the rockets. Tom whispered to his hitmon:

"Look, you can not, I can not, I can not." "

"Huki," the hitmons said softly, whispering.

Time passed and Tom waited while Rauruk crept through the rooms. But this time, more guards were present than last time and a migration was much more difficult. Rauruk could hear some conversation.

"Why do not we let the rockets go up?" Asked one.

"Because we stick to our schedule," replied another. "A small deviation can destroy everything." In addition, the rockets have to go through a test run.

Rauruk guessed what that meant. Now he had to hurry. Silently, he crawled like a shadow between the feet of the board members.

After a long time, he had arrived at the rockets. Even though people were teeming with it, Rauruk remained unimpressive and switched the target course vectors. About half an hour later he had all gone through and crept them back to his coach.

"It's done!" He whispered.

"Nothing like back," Tom ordered, and soon they were home. Maggie and Calvin were already waiting for her.

"How was it?" Calvin asked.

"Done!" Tom gave back, panting. "Now it's just waiting."

Now Tom was sitting in the grandstand, waiting for the beginning. The Arenalite Paul was already known to Tom. A year ago he had lost against him. But now he seemed more confident. Now they came together again.

"This time I'll get you!" Tom thought and gathered his hitmons. He looked very confident.

The first question was who had the most hitmons and whether they were well educated. All 250 hitmons showed what they could and had learned. Particularly impressed were the referees from the 42 hitmons of coach Tom Bailey, who gave everything they could. Rauruk gnawed like a beaver a thick tree trunk. The bull hitmon Crusu thundered with his hooves, suggesting an earthquake.

When all the hitmons went through, the referees came to the evaluation. In the meantime, the struggles between the hitmons should start.

Shortly afterwards it started. Tom had insisted on the arena to get the last thing. Probably, to spare the powers of his hitmons and put the others out of action.

The tournament began. Countless hitmons came together and it was not long before Tom was the turn. He greeted Paul with the traditional handshake.

"I admire your courage and willpower," said the latter. "Are you ready?"

"Yes!" Tom's firm voice was heard.

In the meantime, Gordon's rockets started. He looked at everything from his monitors. But then he watched his rockets depart from the pre-calculated courses and drive them all into the sky.

"There is not." He shouted.

The rockets kept rocking, each in a different direction. Gordon called his counselor to himself.

He also appeared immediately. His voice sounded smoky and he looked like rock star Bruce Springsteen.

It was Gordon's advisor Kimo. His eyes sparkled as Gordon said,

"The rockets have been reprogrammed."

"I do not understand that." Kimo came back. "They were programmed to earth targets."

"Do you understand?" Gordon asked.

"Unfortunately not," Kimo answered. "There must have been a stranger at work. But who?"

"I do not know," said Gordon. "But when I think about it, it can only have been Tom Bailey and his Rauruk."

"This is impossible," Kimo replied. "If they had been here, then the dogs would have attacked at once."

"Suppose only Rauruk was here," said Gordon. "Would that be absurd?"

"Maybe not," Kimo admitted. "But the dogs would have had to smell him too."

Meanwhile, Gordon had watched the monitors and continued,

"And yet the villain has been here. I can feel it formally. He sent his rauruk here and deceived the dogs. "

"But how should he have deceived the dogs?" Kimo asked. "This is completely illogical. The dogs would certainly have thundered him. "

"And if this professor has developed a serum that somehow switches off the body odor," Gordon guessed

"Nonsense, there's no such thing," Kimo replied. "There was no one here. Perhaps only a misfire was the fault of the flight. "

"On all four rockets at the same time?" Gordon asked. "Perhaps it would have been better if we had checked the target vectors again."

"But who should have changed her?" Kimo wanted to know.

"I do not know," said Gordon. "But I could imagine that someone has turned on it. Everyone separates us from our people. I know that. Besides, I would have noticed something. "

"Then it's just the fact that you're a man," Kimo said. "But how could he have done that? The dogs had barked like crazy and attacked the intruder. "

"And if it was one of us?" Gordon asked. "That would be more possible. What do you mean, Kimo? "

"I think it was just a misfire," Kimo said. "This can happen once."

"But not on all four rockets," Gordon replied.

"Why not?" Came his counselor. "Everything is possible. One thing is certain for me: nobody has turned it. "

Meanwhile the fight continued in the arena. Paul sent Zuli to the arena. Tom guessed what his opponent was up to. At that time Tom had won because he had used Rauruk. But now his opponent sent Zuli. Tom sent Tutu to the arena.

It made a huge "Rumms ..." and already hit the hitmons. Tutu had turned into a Zuli. Tutu was thrown back, while the strong, stronger Zuli remained triumphantly in the air. But Tutu had caught up again and attacked again. But as hard as it was, Tutu remained the stronger Hitmon and hit as often until Zuli was exhausted.

As a challenger, Tom was allowed to exchange his Hitmon. So he chose Rauruk again. The famous Hitmon was enthusiastic and jumped into the ring.

Tutu also took Rauruk's shape and hurried toward his opponent. As if on command, they sprang up and thrown their thunderbolt attacks against each other. Rauruk jerked off while Tutu grabbed the full load. But it did not show the slightest reaction and jumped to Rauruk. A powerful blow to the head, and his opponent was completely dazed. Immediately Tom shouted back his hitmon, but it did not react, rattled himself up again and jumped into the air again.

"Go on, Rauruk," Tom shouted. "Do not give up!"

Tutu had known this and wanted to be in the air as well, but Rauruk whispered to his opponent and drilled his teeth into his body. Tutu shrieked, trembling like an aspen run, and sank to the floor with a swoon.

It lay motionless. Paul withdrew his hitmon. As an Arenaleiter he could not exchange Hitmon and had to be defeated. It was clear. Tom was the winner.

"Tom Bailey won!" A voice sounded from the loudspeakers. "He is also the Hitmons champion with 42 hitmons undisputed!"

Tom jumped with joy. His friends stormed at once, conspiring with congratulations. At that moment, Professor Tracy approached him. He knew Tom would join this tournament, but he did not make it in time. He ran toward the boy and said,

"All right. The missiles have already flown into space. Until they go up, they have long since passed the lunar orbit. You really did a great job. "

Everyone rejoiced.