Get Smart 8 - Max Smart Loses Control - Plot & Excerpts
THAT NIGHT, when all of the other hands in the bunkhouse were asleep, Max and Hymie slipped out and made their way toward the pool area. “I can hear her ticking,” Hymie told Max. “Are you sure? I’m wearing my house slippers because the boots were too tight, and the slippers are flopping. Maybe that’s what you hear, Hymie.” “Max, I know ticking from flopping.” “You do have sensitive hearing,” Max said, impressed. “I’ve never been able to tell a flop from a tick from a click. I could sit right next to a machine that was going flop, tick, click, flop, tick, click, flop, tick, click, flop, tick, click, and it would all sound like a series of flaps to me. It would be flap, flap, flap, flap—” “Believe me, Max, this is ticking—and it’s Number One.” “And you still think she’s in that pool, eh?” “Somewhere near the pool, Max.”
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