The Fantastic Adventures of Chuck Spunk: Russian Into Trouble

By Mark James Wooding

Chuck Spunk, Professor Liverwort, Tokyo the Ninja, and a Pekingese attack dog named Black Death plan to shut down an illegal laxative gas factory in Russia. Colonel Caviar and the Lemming Patrol intend to stop them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark James Wooding
• Release date: Dec 4, 2010
• ISBN: 9781301547678

Mark James Wooding

Mark James Wooding began his working career as an unskilled laborer. In the opinion of those with whom he has most recently worked, the term 'unskilled' still applies. It's the 'laborer' part they question.Mr. Wooding currently lives with his family in Henrico, Virginia, and will probably continue to do so until the authorities find him.

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The Fantastic Adventures of Chuck Spunk:

Russian Into Trouble

by

Mark James Wooding

Copyright 1987, 2010 Mark James Wooding

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It was a frosty morning in a remote corner of Russia. We were traveling over wooded hills just north of the Chinese border. My sixth sense said that we were heading into trouble. My seventh sense, which could detect freshly made doughnuts (even through lead), was silent; but my sixth sense sang loud and clear that danger was near.

I ordered the group to stop and I descended from my rickshaw, gesturing for the rest of the group to stay there and be quiet. I then grabbed my electronic stun rifle and crept through the woods toward the top of the hill which we'd been ascending. I couldn't be too careful on this top secret mission. My group had been hired by Doctors Without Borders to impair the production of Russia's highly effective laxative gas, which the Russians had been using in Chechnya in violation of the Geneva Convention. Some of the volunteer doctors had been hit by the gas, and they didn't want it to happen again.

Doctors Without Borders didn't have the money to drop us by helicopter into Russia, and we rejected their catapult plan, so we crossed the Chinese frontier in rickshaws, floating them and ourselves on inner tubes at night across the Amur river. It may not have been the most efficient form of transport, but it was cheap, and I had always wanted to ride in a rickshaw.

Our only serious resistance so far had been from within the borders of China. A group