Random Glory

By Gerard Labrecque

Richard Random is unaware that he is a direct descendant of Frankenstein’s monster, and heir to all of Doctor Frankenstein’s land. While trying to live the American dream, he falls in love with the stunning veterinarian, Doctor Mary Jane. With their friends in tow, they fight for their lives against a motley crew of hired assassins. Duke Cornelius Magnus believed himself to be the owner of the land and the attached university until a startling article in a magazine reveals the truth. Determined to rid the world and the human race of the genetic taint his predecessor unleashed and regain the land that should have been his, Magnus uses all of his resources to purge Richard Random from this world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gerard Labrecque
• Release date: Jul 11, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452469942

Gerard Labrecque

Gerard is a lifetime member of the Rhode Island Romance Writers. A wonderful group that supports, nurtures and teaches about the craft of writing. Works as a Facilities Manager. Enjoys live theater, tennis , catch and release fishing, bowling and spending time with his six grand children. From the creative mind of Gerard Labrecque in 2011, came The Wizard Lizard. A classic children's bed-time story. Now available as an audio book. http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAudiobook?id=492594738&s=143441 In 2013 this was followed be Lorelai and The Kings Monster. A cute folk tale about a puppy. It continued with the same characters as The Wizard Lizard, but this time Lawrence's sister Lorelai takes the lead and finds some special magic of her own December 2015 The adventure of the wizard Pigs will be book three in The Wizard lizard series Random Glory, a full length romantic twisted comedy of Frankenstein's monster's lineage. Random Glory was 2 1/2 years in the making, and challenges the multi-character rules of writing in a way that few can. This is not for Children! It is a Mash-book comedy of everything Frankenstein deliver in an old fashion gag to gag comedy stye. As Crazy as the old show Get Smart or the movie Air Plane. It is that type of comedy. It would make a great movie. 2014 Brought my first science fiction. Titled: The Crack of Dawn by Gerard Labrecque released as an eBook and an audiobook It is an action-adventure thriller. Also if you,e ever been a truck driver (I have) I think you will love it. 2016 goals. The Visitors. Will have a storyline of clashing love and loneliness together hidden behind a Science fiction mystery thriller of alien nun's, vampires, and the average people who try to save the world. Yes I write for the enjoyment! I wish you all a Happy and healthy year. God Bless you all. To leave a personal note for Gerard, you can write me at [e-mail]

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Chapter One

It was a busy day at MJ’s Animal Clinic

That a boy, Rusty. There's nothing to be afraid of. said Doctor Mary Jane, as she

administered a routine rabies shot to one of her regular patients, when her receptionist, Suzie Fletcher, rushed into the examining room.

MJ, Suzie called. I’ve got something to show you.

You know you don’t belong back here, MJ replied, not sparing her a glance.

But you really need to see this.

Is it an emergency?

It is worse than that. You'd better come see this for yourself.

All right, Suzie. I will be out in a moment, right after Rusty and I finish our little talk about raccoons.

MJ finished the shot swiftly and whispered reassuring words to the yellow Labrador before shaking the owner’s hand and entering the reception area. There she found Suzie at her desk trying to stifle a laugh.

Is this what I get for hiring a receptionist from a hair salon?

MJ, it's worth a look. Maybe even a second look.

MJ scanned the lobby, wondering what had Suzie laughing. But MJ saw what she normally saw on a busy day. The wooden benches on the outskirts of the room were filled with patrons and extremely nervous pets. She looked around the entire room at freshly dusted fake plants and a well-stocked magazine racks. The only unusual thing she saw was a tall, handsome man in a business suit, calmly petting a black and white cat. Unusual because, he was strikingly handsome

Okay Suzie, I give up. Please tell me what’s so important that you had to drag me out here.

Do you see that handsome man? The one with the black and white cat on his lap, Suzie whispered, hiding her mouth behind a copy of Love Your Pets. No wedding ring!

Oh, him. So, now you're a matchmaker? Really Suzie? I‘ve seen handsome men before. I’m not dead, you know.

Suzie blushed, while she fumbled through her purse with one hand in search of her lipstick.

Suzie, are you having a hot flash?

No, but if you're not interested...Well, I'm just saying.

I hate to wake you from your wet dream Suzie, but you are a beautiful fifty-two, like almost twice his age, and we have work to do.

Bear with me, MJ. Look at him and tell me, what is wrong with this picture?

So it’s the man that is funny?

Not the man, look at his cat. I mean really look at it. I swear I thought I saw its eyes blink.

They both took a moment to observe the strange species of cat.

Oh, my God, MJ gasped. It’s taxidermied!

I don’t think you’re going to be able to save this one Doctor, but at least he’s third in line, and that will give you time to think.

You’re right; I do need time to think about him. Maybe I should just marry that stranger right here in the waiting area before he gets away.

Really?

No Suzie, I was just toying with your hormones. I’ll bet we can keep the clinic open even if there is a cute guy in the waiting area. But I agree, someone who brings a stuffed animal into my Clinic does make me uneasy too. So, here’s what we’ll do: I'm going to take the next patient, and I want you to have the number for the police ready, just in case.

You got it boss. I’ll keep a close eye on him.

I’m sure you will.

MJ headed off to towards the examining room. Suzie charged in after her saying something about an emergency phone call, and about how yes, it really was an emergency this time. But MJ wasn't in the examining room, and she wasn't in her office, either. With a knowing smile, Suzie swung the bathroom door open.

Busted, Suzie teased.

MJ was leaning over the counter, putting her lipstick on in the mirror.

That good-looking stranger obviously distracted you too, didn’t he?

Put the caller on Speakerphone to me, please.

Suzie did just that. MJ took the call on the bathroom line.

Hello, Doctor Mary Jane speaking. How may I help you?

Hey, MJ, it’s me Jane, Jane Bondz.

Hi, Jane, how is my favorite animal rescue helicopter pilot?

MJ wondered if Jane Bondz's somehow knew when there was a handsome man around. Jane seemed to have a mysterious control over men. Her pick up line introductions always stole the good looking ones whenever they went out for drinks together.

So, what have you got for me, Jane?

MJ could hear the loud helicopter rotors in the background, and Jane had to strain her voice to be heard.

I’m coming in with a three-year-old German Shepherd who fell off a cliff. He is currently unconscious, but still breathing. I had Bettie parachute down with the aero lift. I had trouble getting them both back in the chopper. Bettie had to climb the Cliffside and jump back into the chopper. Luckily for her it’s an old military issue with the open sides. The dog is quite damaged. If he lives, it looks like he’ll require surgery.

How is your sister? Is Bettie okay?

Bettie is fine, not a scratch on her, and as obedient as ever.

Good, I'd hate for anything to happen to Bettie. All right, we are ready for the German Shepherd on this end.

Thanks MJ, I’ll fly as fast as I can. Otherwise we’ll end up splitting the City Pound’s disposal fee again. I wish they could find a way to pay us for the D.O.A.’s. If they did we’d be rich.

The line clicked and the call ended. MJ took a breath in, trying to assess the situation fully, then, she slowly exhaled.

Suzie, we need you to reschedule all of today’s appointments. This is indeed an emergency. I need to get a German Shepherd patched up and out of here, tonight. I have a very important date tonight at eight and I don’t want to be late.

Ooh, a very important date, Suzie teased.

Yes, Peter is going to propose to me tonight, and he is so… like putty in my hands, that I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

You’re not going to say yes, are you? He has that speaking problem, you know. What if it’s genetic?

Well, I do want children, and I do want to have relations.

Don’t let your biological clock and a few drinks do the thinking for you.

I’m a big girl, Suzie.

Okay, boss. Good luck.

Maybe I’ll have Jane Bondz stop in and steal that loser, too, Suzie thought.

Suzie then politely rescheduled everyone’s appointments, saving the tall, dark, and handsome man for last. Looking even closer at the man’s cat, Suzie clearly saw the white stripe that ran down the back of the stuffed cat from nose to tail. Suzie couldn’t contain her sarcasm. Excuse me, sir. Pepe Le Pew had offspring? I mean, that’s a fine looking pussy you have there, sir. You must feed well. He looks so.... Stuffed.

The man just stared at her, so she went on, this time more professionally. I am sorry sir, but we will have to reschedule your appointment. The doctor has a life or death emergency flying in soon. It looks to me like perhaps your kitty is not in a big rush to see the doctor anyway. Hey, did I see your cat blink?

My dear inquisitive Suzie, said the charming man. May I call you Suzie?

Well, that is my name. Suzie batted her eyelashes.

You seem informative and bright. I like that. You make me feel like I’m conversing with a gene pool of information. May I speak frankly?

Please do, handsome.

I’m not really here about my kitty, as you have probably surmised. My name is Doctor Richard Random, but you, my dear Suzie, may call me Dick.

Suzie did her best to hold in the giggles and the ‘Doctor Dick’ jokes.

Okay, then, Dick. Go on...

He rose to his feet. Suzie eyed his tall and apparently chiseled stature.

Did you stuff that too, Dick?

The truth is, well, it is like this… Every word he spoke carried a wavelength of harmony and melody into Suzie’s daydream. Suzie didn’t actually hear a word he said, as she was living in her fantasy mind with him. His hypnotic tone quickly puts Suzie at ease.

Doctor Random, you have such a soothing voice. I would feel comfortable around you even if I were naked.

Hmm, no thank you, Suzie, but it is imperative that I speak with Doctor Mary Jane as soon as possible.

Oh, she would like that I’m sure, but I am not kidding, you will have to reschedule.

Dick looked Suzie square in the eyes. Well, perhaps I could wait, or see her tonight?

I’m afraid that would be impossible, Dick. You see, I listen in on all MJ’s phone calls. She’ll be very busy tonight. MJ, has to do emergency surgery on a dog and then she has a very important date at eight o’clock. Their rendezvousing at that fancy Choice Foods International Restaurant. She is hoping her man, Peter Hickey, will pop the question tonight. Rutting season, you know. Oh, Dick, don’t take that seriously. It's just veterinary humor.

Ah, I see what you mean.

I do have to close up now. So you will have to leave.

Well, I hope we meet again, said Dick. You are a world of interesting information, and I could listen to you for minutes. Goodbye, and please give Doctor Mary Jane my regards.

Dick, I'd love to see all your stuffed animals some time.

I’m sure we'll meet again. Here, let me give you my cat, as a gift for your friendliness.

Dick puts the black and white cat in Suzie’s arms and was exiting the door.

Thank you. I love stuffed animals.

Suzie, they are not stuffed, they are joined. Remember to feed them, said Dick with a wink as the door closed behind him.

He gave me his skunk-cat? I’m going to take you home. I think I'll call you...Tuxedo. The name kinda goes with your black and white stripes. You don’t spray, do you?

Chapter Two

While Richard Random chatted in the waiting area of MJ’s Animal Clinic, halfway across the globe in Bavaria, Germany, a secret meeting was taking place. Duke Cornelius Magnus, a banker and real estate investor, arrived as chairman of the board. Cowering under his leadership were the directors of Ingolstadt University. They gathered in a windowless room to make sure no eyes or ears but their own would learn the truth. The board brought information about historical research to Magnus’s attention which forced him to take action.

Magnus, an ominous presence, seated himself at the head of the room. Across the long, wooden conference table sat an Indian man who was not on the board. The man’s small beady black eyes constantly shifted from one member of the board to another.

Things used to be so simple! Magnus began. I could make one phone call and have anyone in the world killed. He sighed. I called the American Association of Assassins, who redirected me to their Union, the local 41, and they transferred my call to India. Apparently the Americans are still outsourcing all the good jobs. Magnus picked up one of the two manila folders that lay in front of him.

One folder had a picture of the Indian man who sat opposite him. Everything the man had done in his life – every crime, every job, and every hit – had been typed up as neatly as a resume.

So, Ali Bali Charlie, Magnus inquired, according to the Union, you are the world’s best assassin, with connections and a vast knowledge of the States.

That is correct, Mr. Magnus. I have completed three successful missions in the States. They are still looking for Jimmy Hoffa, are they not? Ali Bali Charlie’s accent was so thick it left the taste of curry in Magnus’s mouth.

Are you saying you made that hit? Magnus looked at him skeptically.

Union rules state: I can neither confirm nor deny information from any past missions.

Good, good. Magnus needed secrecy and now felt reassured that he made a good choice bringing this killer over from India. I want this job to go smoothly. Do you require any special equipment or deadly gadgets? Magnus asked with a grin.

No, I have my own toys; however, I may need to employ American subcontractors to expedite my work.

That should be acceptable. Magnus glanced around the room to see if anyone on the board had any questions. There were none. Magnus’s eyes came full circle back to Ali Bali. Do you have any questions for me? Magnus asked as if the deal was sealed.

What is the job, Mr. Magnus?

The man sitting to Magnus’s left leaned over, and whispered into his ear. I see, Magnus nodded. Can you speak slower? My associate is having some difficulty understanding your accent.

I will try Mr. Magnus, but it is difficult to speak and think as slowly as the rest of the world.

Yes, that much I understand, Magnus let a small smile of camaraderie grace his lips. It’s nice to have another intellectual around who can think at my level.

What does the job entail? Ali Bali asked slowly.

The people of this fair countryside are afraid to lose their land, Magnus said. Father bought it all for pennies on the dollar, since no one wanted it. The people believed the land was cursed by an old legend. Recently, it has come to my attention that a few years ago, what was left of the Frankenstein castle was shipped to a small town in Rhode Island. Part of the United States, Magnus explained. The Castle and its owner are of no consequence, but I had the University do some research for me. A lineage, believed to be extinct, is still roaming the world!

Magnus’s voice grew louder. This is a disgrace to all of mankind! I had the suspected dead child’s grave exhumed. The headstone only reads ‘Random Child’, an unvisited grave, as no one realized who was laid to rest there. No one lied inside. Two rocks the approximate weight of a large child lay in the casket, nothing more.

There was murmuring around the table, several members of the board seeming surprised by the information.

"I believe it to be the descendant of Dr. Frankenstein’s monster. The dead should