The two hunters quickly ran over to their first freshly shot prey. Mr. Phonie could hear their footsteps getting closer...closer...closer, until he could hear their voices. "No-way man! I hit the boar first!!" said the one hunter. "You know my aiming! How could you lie just get bragging rights?" retorted the other, nearing the bush. The two suddenly saw their kill and shouted in terror!! "It's a man! Dude, we are in trouble!!" shouted the one. "SHHHH! Be quiet, we don't want anyone to know about this. Quick, take this claw from the bear we just killed and make it look like the bear killed him" whispered the other hunter. After searching his pockets and taking Mr. Phonie, they tore up his clothes with the claw and hid his body under some tree material. Now, as the two hunters went on their merry way trying not to think about what just happened, Mr. Phonie paid very special attention to their conversation. He figured out that the one was named Guy, and the other was named Andree. "They seem to be having a fun time, laughing and joking together" Mr. Phonie thought. Guy took Mr. Phonie home with him and laid him on the couch and left the room. Soon thereafter though, he suddenly heard a thud, then another, and yet another. It reminded him of happy times, being inside the shark and hearing it's heart beat, then Jay killed it and the heart slowed to a stop. Just as he was remembering these old memory files, he noticed that the thumping had stopped! Quickly turning on the camera, he saw Guy's granddaughter staring down at him with that evil smile. Slowly she picked him up, and slowly she started to lower him into a glass of water...


Battery status: 70 %

 

"Don't do that she heard her mother say, Phones have chips in them and Chips aren't good in water. You may play with it but try not to break it."
She wandered off with Mr.Phonie in her hand thinking about what her Mother had said.
reaching her bedroom she decided to look up chips on the internet using Mr.Phonie.
Ah thought Mr.Phonie she is looking up Chips, perhaps she isn't such a bad litle girl after all.
What Mr.Phonie hadn't noticed was that on that definition page it also said "Chips : another word for fries"
Noticing it little Stephanie remembered the Devos Lemmens televison advert which said "Fries are always better with Belgian mayonnaise."
Closing down the internet browser on Mr.Phonie she saw an icon for Belgian mayonnaise recipe.Looking at the recipe she wondered if she could make that or should she simply go to the Frietkot and squirt some inside Mr.Phonie.
Decisions decisions, she knew there was a bottle of fuming nitric acid in the school chemistry lab and she had seen some glycerol in her mother's kitchen. she could pour some of each into Mr.Phonie and then shake him to mix them just as the recipe said or a walk down to the Frietkot .
Oh dear what will happen to Mr Phonie ? Is he going to go out with a bang or a squirt.
Tune in for the next exciting episode.
Battery status: 60 %

After sitting and thinking really hard for a long time, she finally decided it would more exciting to make the mayonnaise herself, also thinking that the knowledge in mayonnaise making would look good on her résumé. So, after a very long walk to and from the school, Stephanie got back to the house, and now had all the ingredients. She opened up the recipe, and put all the ingredients into a jar. Reading the last thing to do, heavily shake, she reached for the jar. At the last moment, there was a knock at the door. Mr. Phonie gave off a somewhat electronic sigh of relief. Stephanie answers the door, and invites in the special guest, Andree! Stephanie then explained the she was making Belgian mayonnaise for Mr. Phonie. "Haha you dont put mayonnaise on electronic devices, silly" laughs Andree. Stephanie left the room to try to play games that she downloaded off of Mobilism. Andree starts poking around in the kitchen for some food to eat, and finds some chips!! After seeing the almost finished mayonnaise, and seeing the chips, Andree knew just what he would eat. He just needed to mix the concoction which, unbeknownst to him, contains nitroglycerin...

Battery Status: 50 %

Before he could start shaking the lethal container Andree was distracted by the sound of the television in the room next door.It was the news and there was an item about the Red Devils next football match, Andree went next door to watch it, he really liked comedy items on the news.
Mr.Phonie was worried, he knew exactly what would happen when that jar was shook up.He rapidly scoured the internet trying to correlate vast quantities of unrelated theories and data.Within minutes he had formulated theories of everything, Einstein was wrong as were many,many others. The only thing that defeated Mr.Phonie was trying to solve Sherlockx's riddles!
Scanning round the kitchen with his camera he spotted only a few centimetres from him a curious object. It was a bronze dodecahedron with knobs.A druid artifact only small ones up to 11cm had ever been found in lands ruled by the Romans. This one was a massive 30cm. It had been found by Stephanie near a menhir whilst she was on holiday.
Mr.Phonie knew exactly what it was. An escape route for the druid priests when they were being persecuted by the Romans.
The right sequence of sound frequencies directed at it would cause it to generate a temporal singularity which meant escape through time and space.
Cycling through the known frequency range Mr.Phonie saw the singularity start to form, but he needed to be more precise to select where and when he would travel to.
Silly Mr.Phonie had forgotten that jar, the frequencies first of all mixed the contents and then a critical harmonic resulted in detonation.
The blast wave projected Mr.Phonie through the uncontrolled singularity!
mr.Phonie felt himself falling,falling and then bouncing off some vegetation. He was disoriented and when he recovered his sensors his camera saw looking down at him a dinosaur, a velociraptor if he was not mistaken.
Oh no Mr.Phonie has travelled 100 million years into the past! Will he be eaten by that velociraptor? Where will he get a recharge?

Battery Status: 40 %

‘Oh no! What have I done? What have I done?’ Mr. Phonie gasped.

Being a very smart phone, he quickly calmed down and turned off his signal to prevent any more lifehacker as he noticed that he had a critical battery life issue. He also switched off to mute option when he saw a weird bear coming closer to where he was stranded. It was holding a kind of liquid container and he looked a bit swaying while trampling slowly to some bushes nearby. The bear reminded him of sailors being drunk at some taverns across the harbor after their ships docked. ‘Hmm, funny bear. I’d call it BeerBear ‘cuz he looked three sheets to the wind,’ thought Mr. Phonie.

Suddenly there were some shrieking noises coming out from the bushes and BearBear whacked out to the ground. Wam-bam!! Mr. Phonie was shocked. He was curious to know what caused such huge animal just dropped down helplessly. He didn’t have to wait for long. A little man wearing a helmet that looked like used for scuba diving was typing furiously onto some device in his hands while a dodobird quacking loudly around him. The little man muttering something sounded like ‘fu-fu’. MrFuFu, Mr. Phonie decided to call him that, turned around and rightly spotted where a twinkling object caught his eyes.

‘Drat! I forgot about the battery low indication beeper!’ Mr. Phonie grumbled. It was too late to do anything. Mr. FuFu walked closer and picked him up. He looked Mr. Phonie over and over until the dodobird quacked again.

‘Fu nyeh nyeh Fu Fu whoosh Fu coo Fu Fu Fu bleh,’ said MrFuFu. The dodobird quacked once, strutted around, quacked twice, swaggered some then whined. MrFuFu appeared watching the bird’s act then producing sounds that reminded Mr. Phonie of the audience cheering during ‘The Price is Right’ program before Andree switched to some football match session on TV. Then MrFuFu typed furiously back on his device while Mr. Phonie curiously waited what came next. Suddenly Mr. Phonie felt fully recharged and all signals were on. He even voluntarily chirped some funny ringtone of “Kung Fu Fighting”! Mr. Phonie was aghast and he would have dropped his jaw if he had one.

Battery Status: 100 %

A jaw? Indeed he had. Though not his own. The velociraptor's bite brought him back from kung-Fu sleep mode and forced him to quickly analyse his situation. Sure he wasn't afraid of the beast. Worst he would be swallowed, which he would probably survive - hence his adventure with the earlier shark - because heroes always do, don't they? While the monster was deciding whether this strange looking legs-less pub was worth the voyage trough his abdomen, Phonie suddenly realized he'd never been offered the choice to be the hero - good guy - or the bad guy in this story. Sure both options would have been tempting, and still remaining open it didn't look quiet evident if he should what the best choice would be. Heroes never die. Fact. And if they die, there's always a way to bring them back to life. Worst they get bitten by a vampire, and wake up in the morgue two days later. In case of a super-hero, there may eventually be a 'weird' professor around who's - illegal - expertise might reverse the vampire-intoxication process. Beware cremation! Villains (the really really bad ones) also tend to survive every annihilation attempt. Helpers from bad guys die. They take all the bullets, get eaten by crocodiles or slowly perish after being exposed to viruses or dangerous beams. Bad guys always have some part of their body replaced by an iron prosthesis, after another bomb exploded to early - another reason why bad guy buddies are expendable - and crocodiles loosing teeth on iron legs loose also their appetite, while the only antidote available against deadly viruses is always the one with the bad guy's name on it. They always survive. And if they don't there's always a son who will seek for revenge. Or a clone will replace the bad guy: stronger, faster and much more furious, programmed with the most evil tricks to give heroes fighting them all reason to survive... In the end, it wouldn't be an easy choice, he realized. Now if that velociraptor could make up his mind how this story continues...

Battery Status: 90 %

The velociraptor bounded off and 5 minutes later came to a sudden stop next to a huge ferocious dinosaur.
Mr. Phonie was placed on the ground in front of the huge dinosaur and the velociraptor said " T-Rex here is a Christmas present for you."
"Why thank you Utahraptor that is very kind of you" T-Rex said. "Now I will be able to ring my girlfriend Dromiceiomimus whenever I want"
Suddenly Mr. Phonie realised where he was, in the world of "Dinosaur Comics" . What a shame that Zacharie never did a review on those comics it might have given him some helpful hints on how to get out of this world back to some kind of normal world.
He wondered if they had chargers in this world, he knew there was a village called Tiny Towne and that William Shakespeare appeared.
T-Rex picked him up and dialled a number, then snorted with disgust saying "Hah no cell phone reception here I will have to get some masts built. Until then I know where I will put this."
At that he stomped off clutching Mr Phonie.
What will happen to Mr. Phonie now, will Zacharie ever write a review on "Dinosaur Comics"?
If there ever was a review would Mr.Phonie find out about the Easter Eggs in time for Christmas and would they help him?
Stay tuned.

Battery Status 80%

Merry Christmas, Shocking Blue...

It was late in the evening, when Sherlockx zipped open his costume, and stepped out of the T-Rex disguise he had been wearing all day. He had been playing his role with an enthusiasm that would have fooled any dinosaur hunter should he have been living in the prehistoric times, when dinosaurs inhabited our globe. Now he would concentrate on cooking, as tomorrow was Christmas and he usually enjoys an extended family dinner. He had used Mr. Phonie to message some friends and family to come over for Christmas, and spend the evening together. There would have a lot to speak about and catch up, as the family members seldom meet because of Sherlockx' living quiet lonely in the country side. As usual he also would allow his friends to stay over for the night after Christmas dinner, so those who like to drink some wine or beer with their meal wouldn't have to worry about getting home safely. Dinner preparations finished well and he went to bed early. Next day - Christmas day - Sherlockx was busy in his kitchen again, and one by one his friends dropped in. They had received the message and most of them were happy with the proposal to stay for the night. But soon it appeared there were many more friends and family joining for dinner, and by the end of the day the house was filled with people... Many more as it would be possible to join the Christmas dinner, or give a place to sleep. Sherlockx was sure he didn't invite so many people, but all of them said they received his message. Of course he couldn't send anyone away and he managed to order some more food so everyone could have at least a nice Christmas dinner that evening. When dinner was over, and the evening was gone, some friends and family, who lived nearby, said goodbye and left. But many stayed and as they had planned to accept Sherlockx's invitation to stay for the night. Soon all the rooms of his house were occupied and transformed in casual bedrooms, and Sherlockx had to offer his own bed to a family member for sleeping. Because there wasn't any place left to sleep, Sherlockx went out and climbed to the back seat of his car to spend the night. He was just ready to take a nap, when a heard a gentle knock on the side window. When he lowered the window, he saw a gun pointed at him... 'That's a nice costume, you're wearing there, Mister, mind undressing and handing it over?' A raid?! Sherlockx could only obey and before he realized he was sitting nearly naked in the back of his car. When he was sure the robber was gone, he wanted to step out of the car to get new clothes from his house, as just that moment a police car came alongside. A bright light from within the car illuminated him, and a few moments later a policeman opened the door from the car, saying: ' Would you mind following us, Sir, you are under arrest...' Before he could say anything he was sitting in jail at the police office, where he had to spend the rest of the night, as there were no officials to reach because of Christmas evening... During the night there were more people brought in by the police. Some were drunk, some had taken drugs, there also was a burglar that the police cached on the scene. Sherlockx recognized the man who robbed him earlier that evening. 'Hey! You piece of s***! Mind giving me back my property!' He shouted at him, 'it's what brought me here in the first place!' But the man said he'd thrown the costume away - as it didn't fit - spent the contents of his wallet and just kept the phone he found in a pocket of the jacket. And he had none intention to give that mobile back. At that same moment, the Phone rang. He took it out of his pocket, looked at the screen, then looked around while asking: 'somebody here listening to the name Sherlockx?'. Sherlockx grabbed the Mr. Phonie out of his hands, pushed a button, and read a message on the screen: 'Dear Shocking Blue. I have a creative imagination, and beside that... I own your friends and family information. I send your dinner&sleep invitation to your whole contacts database without you noticed. You managed to make dinner for all of them - costed you a fortune - you found them a place to sleep - your house is in a mess - but you didn't manage to stay out of trouble yourself: you were robbed and arrested by the police. Tomorrow you will be charged for public indecency and might stay in jail for a while... At least long enough to think twice next time before you enjoy using me as a toy for some dinosaur movie, left to the mercy of dinosaurs' teeth and claws...'
It was signed 'Merry Christmas, from Mr. Phonie'.

Battery Status 70%

Upon reading this Sherlockx gave a grim smile, he knew something Mr. Phonie did not and in a few hours time he would think up a suitable revenge for Mr. Phonie .
At 10.00 the following morning clad in an orange jumpsuit with Mr. Phonie in a pocket Sherlockx was led into court.
The judge looked up , saw him and with a big smile said "My dear fellow what on earth are you doing here?"
What Mr. Phonie had not realised was that the Judge was a scuba diving friend of Sherlockx's and had also been at the party the previous night.
After explaining what had happened all charges were dismissed and after sending out for new clothes for Sherlockx the two of them went to lunch.
The question arose of what to do with Mr. Phonie with the judge commenting that he was too dangerous to be left alone .
The Judge came up with a truly evil idea. "Do you remember that chap we met diving from Rhode Island , well he is involved in technical development for a company that makes indestructible cases and knee pads. he has just dropped an ipad in a case from space. Well he sent me an email to say that he was off to the island of Komodo to test new phone cases by getting Komodo Dragons to eat them and recovering what comes out the other end. What do you think?"
Sherlockx thought it was a wonderful idea and placing Mr. Phonie in a metal box sent him off to Komodo.
The next thing Mr. Phonie knew he had been turned on, placed in a case which was then buried in a haunch of deer and hung from a low branch.
His motion detectors then sensed the haunch had been pulled off and a glimpse of light enabled him to see as he entered the jaws of a large Komodo Dragon.
In the meantime Zacharie received an invite from the company to enjoy an all expenses paid extreme bike riding trip to test their pads on a new island development in the north of the Zubair Group of islands, west of Yemen.
Happy New Year Mr. Phonie & Zacharie

Battery Status 60%

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Battery Status 50%

Nature calls. Always. A fly, a turtle, even dragons have to 'make some room' once in a while. That's how the case with Mr. Phonie inside ended in a cavern buried under tons of sh*t, between other artifacts swallowed by the vicious and voracious dragon. The same dragon that - while being used as a cheap and efficient quality testing system by the cases factory - wasn't aware of the anger that had been growing lately amongst the residents from the surrounding farms. Those weren't happy at all the deers were offered to the dragon for hiding test cases, and by that leaving foxes so hungry that they were now chasing chicken and other farm animals... So one day the farmers went to the Mayor of the village, and asked for permission to kill the dragon. Of course the Mayor didn't allow that, as he didn't want an argue with the cases factory, but instead allowed the farmers to shoot the foxes. Here I won't go into details but history tells the foxes weren't happy - of course - being chased by the farmers, so they united for a battle against the dragon, to take away the farmer's grief. Nobody knows what happened to the dragon - he disappeared - and it seems a dozen of dragon slayers united against the farmers as they would soon be out of job if they would continue to make foxes angry and turn against dragons, and so the foxes turned back to deer hunting, at what point the deer hunters went to the mayor to... ow... what's that noise? Mr. Phonie wasn't sure his call for help had been heard - didn't know if Sherlockx had removed his signature in the end (does he even read this story?) - but he definitely heard noises from outside his case. Like somebody shouting trough a megaphone 'all right, people, keep looking... anabolica, sopa, pipa, viagra... got to find it all!' He felt some movement and suddenly his case was open and a hand grabbed him, while he heard somebody shout: 'Jim, here's another one... power this one up, please?' and he was put on a table between other stuff which he didn't recognize immediately. 'What's happening?' He thought. When he looked around he saw he was in a half open cave, with cases shattered all around on the floor. Opened and empty. These guys were clearly looking for something. Then he saw a man sitting handcuffed on a chair nearby. He recognized the man as the one who'd put him in the case some time ago. Man in black were taking his fingerprints. They also took pictures. One of them said something about 'Palm reading', while taking a picture from his hands... (Sorry, this is an inside staff joke; you'll have to become at least a mod to get access... oops, is that 'product-placement'? Is that allowed on this site???) Anyway, there was Mr. Phonie, dropped on a table while on charge. Then all heads turned to the cave entrance, and somebody came in...

'We didn't have the chance to meet, Miss...?' 'Zacharie is the name, captain, but my friends call me Zach' 'Enchanté, Mademoiselle' said the captain. Zach was climbing a hill with her Mountain-Bike, while she recalled the conversation she had that morning. She left home two days ago for the Island. Of course she couldn't refuse that invitation for an all-in bike riding trip by the cases company. All-in is nice, but the trip by boat on a cruise-ship made it very special. Especially after she met the captain and made him curious about her plans. They had been chatting all evening in the bar - witnesses would recognize her later as the 'mystery' woman that took away the captain's attention all evening - and she was totally charmed when the captain offered her to change his route to navigate to the Island where she was invited for her trip. Charming. (Zach smiled). Very charming indeed when he also offered to drop her on the Island, and ordered his crew to dangerously approach it... until the ship got stuck. Very impressive how the captain made the ship bend to the side to let her lifeboat into the water, without using a pulley - 'those things only use energy'... (she remembered the captain cares very much about saving energy, he even covered the dancing floor of the party deck on top of the ship with solar cells, so the lights from the disco would produce energy to make music) - and she totally appreciated that the captain rowed her personally with the lifeboat to the Island. People would say later that he abandoned his ship... while he was only trying to be helpful to Zacharie! Anyway, there she was on her bike, climbing the hill, when she saw an entrance to a cave. There was lots of commotion and agitated action. She was curious. (women!) and entered the cave... All heads turned to her, and someone shouted 'what the hell is she doing here?'. Before she knew it she was forced to sit against some kind of table that was full of stuff that appeared to have been removed from some cases lying around on the floor.

Mr. Phonie saw the lady come in, and how she was forced to sit just beneath the place where he was being charged. Her backpack was open... Mr Phonie initiated some vibration, that made him glide to the edge of the table... over the edge... falling down... losing connection with the charger while falling... straight into Zach's backpack! 'All right, people' said a voice, 'time to break up! We'll continue tomorrow...' and everyone began to move towards the exit...

Battery Status 100%

This ends Chapter 1 of our new story: Mr Smart Phonie and his quest for energy. We've named this chapter Mr Phonie's destiny. Thank you to all contributors. It's an amazing story. We're pleasantly surprised by your imagination and writing skills. We're convinced we're writing history here! You can read the complete Chapter here.

Let's now focus on Chapter two...

Remember everyone may jump in and write a part of this story. None of those who contributed ever pretended to be a writer, though they all gave it a shot and all contributions fit wonderfully well. We're sure there are more talented people around.

Next chapter - Chapter two - is named: Journey to the center of the Earth...

Remember we have to keep Mr Phonie charged. Also remember please no signatures.

Thanks and... happy writing/reading!

G & a - Services and Contests
(Anything you want, you got it... - R. Orbison)

Chapter 2:
Journey to the Centre of the Earth

Before the last of the men in black left he handed Zacharie a broom saying "Here sweep this lot up".
Zacharie examined the broom and saw that it had "Firebolt" carved into the handle Clutching the broom she decided to have a potter around before she left, sweep up- no way.
On the table was a bottle of Dewars almost full and a t-shirt with " Vada a bordo, cazzo! " printed on it both of which she grabbed and dropped into her white backpack.
Then strapping the broom to her bike and putting on the backpack she decided to get out before those Men in Black returned. they looked nasty types and she didn't want them deciding she was an illegal alien.
Zacharie decided to see if there was a back entrance to the cave so getting on her bike she cycled away from the entrance. A red glow was pulsing from the walls as she got further and further in.
Suddenly the floor of the cave collapsed beneath her and she was falling, falling, falling.
Down, down past all the ages of the earth suddenly a projecting spur of rock caught her backpack and ripped it off, but Zacharie's fall was slowing ( probably the braking spell in the firebolt).
But still she tumbled down with the backpack speeding out of sight beneath her. Eventually she came to a gentle halt on a moss covered floor surrounded by giant mushrooms.
In front of her was a large slab of rock with her backpack on top leaking whisky. Reaching for the backpack Zacharie noticed carving on the rock and read:
Bold traveller journey forward to attain the centre of the earth; which I have done
Arne Saknussemm
Beneath that were more names, Professor Lidenbrock, Professor Challenger, John Carter and Dejah Thoris , Dobrynya Nikitich, Sherlock Holmes.
Pulling the backpack off the rock Zacharie emptied its contents onto the floor and spotted Mr Phonie. Picking him up she noticed he was soaked in whisky and the speaker was hiccupping. Very helpful a drunk smart phone. After drying off what she could and sucking some whisky from the t-shirt Zacharie carefully cycled through the forest of mushrooms until she saw...........


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...the most horrible monster she ever thought possible to look at without going in irreversible shock... Quickly she reached in her backpack, to find out as quick that she didn't take anything to defend herself. Where's Mr. Pepper when you need him? Then she grabbed Mr. Phonie - she could use some more light right now - and quickly turned the device into a flash-light. She was just about to start screaming - she heard about Chinese monks paralyzing their enemies just by screaming - and she knew she could scream very hard if needed. She remembered one night when she was still a baby, she screamed so loud that she woke up the whole street. Sure, there was only their house in the street that time, but she woke up her mom. Her dad was always drunk and could only be woken up with the sound of whiskey being pored... So here she was, shining her mobile flash-light on the monster... to discover it wasn't a monster at all, well, not that horrible as she first thought. It was a man in a bad shape, and while he approached he held a finger against his lips as a sign to keep quiet. Well, this one ain't gonna bite me at least, she thought, as he'll have to bite trough his own finger first... She couldn't laugh about her own joke. She could only stare at the man who approached her, and gently lead her to the side of the mushroom cave, where he invited her to sit down on some wooden crates, while he took a seat in front of her. 'Listen', whispered the man, 'and keep quiet'. 'I don't know who you are, and I don't care. Only thing I know is that I'm happy you're here, as you can see I'm not in a good shape myself. I've been wondering around here for months, trying to get out. If you want to get out yourself, we'll have to do it together. Beneath this cave is a whole network of caves and shafts that we'll have to cross to find an exit. You shall be my eyes and my legs, I know the way.' Zach holds up her hand, 'wait a minute', she whispered, 'what's going on here?'. The man continued, 'my dear', you don't know anything from what's happening here. Look around you, see the mushroom fields? All fake. It's a cover for the people from the Island to make them believe they are cultivating mushrooms here. Seen the dragon cave upstairs? The police arresting that guy for stealing the stuff companies provide for testing the cases? Fake! The feds think they got the criminal, they are so wrong. It's a cover for what's happening downstairs. Seen any dragon? He was a fake, he's already back to the museum he belongs to. All fake. I'll tell you what's really happening here. Have you seen those names carved on that rock? Professor Lidenbrock, Professor Challenger, John Carter and Dejah Thoris , Dobrynya Nikitich, Sherlock Holmes, etc... there were dozens more, all expedition leaders traveling to the centre of the earth. Some pretend they reached it, some never came back. But most of them came back and felt reborn. I've found out why. For hundreds of years there's an organization working in these caves, who captures the men traveling trough while on their expedition. They kill them and replace them by a look-alike, and when these man return from their expedition, they use their acquired fortune and fame to climb up on the echelons of society...' 'But why?' Zach asked while listening with fascination, 'Why? They want world domination, of course. They do the same with world leaders that come to visit these caves. All look-alike speak secretly to their heads of state about the powerful artifacts they found here - which isn't totally lied - and then all leaders planned a visit to the caves in their hidden agenda. They come here blinded by the power they could get, without anyone knowing, and get all replaced by look-alike. This is been happening since hundreds of years...' 'My god!', Zach stood, 'we have to do something! Can't we call the police?' 'No use', replied the man, 'all police staff have been replaced already by people of their own. There's no-one we can call for help. Not even the one who Really Always Makes Brilliant Operations, some call him andree, in Hollywood they simply call him RAMBO...' Then the man took a piece of paper from his pocket. 'I've been wandering around in these caves long enough to make a map' he continued 'best option we have is to go in to find a way out' (Heh? Wasn't that a song from Genesis "You got to get in to get out"? Zach thought)? 'Meaning we'll really have to go for the center to find a way out from there. Here is the map:'



'As you can see, I've covered quiet the biggest part of it. They install a mobile drill room to dig their way trough the underground. Some shafts were closed after digging them, or made impossible to enter. We'll have to find out why. There's also some caves I didn't explore yet. I wonder what's inside. Then there are some interesting spots I marked with a white circle on the map. I believe it are fast transport shafts, though I don't know yet how they work and which one ends where.' Again Zach raised her hand, 'Hold on a second, will you? We have a map here, nice, but do you also have a plan?' 'Right', the man replied, 'I see you are holding a cell phone, so I think first move should be to locate the generator room, where you probably will find a way to charge 'it. You probably noticed there's no signal here (Zacharie nodded there isn't indeed) so maybe we'll find there a way to communicate with the outer world. I'm going to have a look in that map room - who knows what else I missed - up to you to find a way to get to that power room. You have a bike, you're fast. They don't use weapons down there as they fear things could collapse with the blasts. By all means, try to stay low, and if anything goes wrong, we'll see each other in the garden. You can find it on the map. It's an artificial jungle they created to generate oxygen, and a great place to hide. I made a camp there and have hidden lots of stuff that can be of help...'

'Very well' Zacharie said while she stood, 'then we should keep moving' packed her backpack and picked up her bike, 'but before we go, you've probably noticed my name - Zacharie - as it's written on my backpack, my friends call me Zach, but who are you?' 'Ow', replied the man, 'didn't I say already? I'm the one who invented an application that turns the beam antennas for our cell phones into brain activity capture devices. I create riddles on forums to make people use their brain to solve them, then the antennas capture the location of the working brain, and I record theses locations to a map. So I know exactly who and where my riddles are studied. Sadly the Feds threatened to seize my logs lately, so I had to destroy them and disappear. That's how I discovered these caves and the secret activity that's going on here... And btw, my friends call me Shocking Blue...'

Blue and Zach prepared for the descent...

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'Now, wait a minute' said Zacharie while looking around - 'I noticed the exit to the Dragon cave is blocked, and we can't indeed get out unless climbing down deep into the maze. But before we go - it's not that I don't trust you, well... in fact I don't - so I'd like to be sure you really are the one they call 'Master of Riddles'... You don't expect me to believe all your stories just like that, do you? Especially if there's a - like you call it - "hidden camp" involved in an artificial jungle! Who says you're not one of them, that tempting me to follow you is just your personal trick to trap another victim to duplicate?' Blue looked at her, surprised, then sighed, admitting, 'I can't indeed give prove of anything I said. You'll have to trust me until we find at least one of the victims - or the remains - of this conspiracy, and I understand you can't believe anyone at this point - I wouldn't either. If it wasn't for your beautiful eyes, I wouldn't have told you anything from what I know! - so, very well, what now? Are you going to test me? Want me to prove you the earth is flat?' 'Good idea!' said Zach... 'but not now.' She grabbed Mr. Phonie again from her backpack and whispered: 'I have another idea...' After tapping a few times on Phonie's screen, she smiled and handed the mobile over to Blue: 'here, solve this one:'

On an early Monday morning, under a clear blue sky, a farmer crosses a river, to go to the marked to sell some cabbage. Underway he catches up with a hunter, holding a goat on a rope. The hunter told him he was using the goat as a bait, to catch a wolf that had been spotted lately around the place. While they were walking towards the marked, the wolf suddenly jumped out of the bushes. The hunter was so frightened that he shot himself by accident with his own gun. The wolf felt so sorry, as he said he didn't mean to hurt anyone, as he was just running to save himself from a raid, organized by some locals to catch a dragon that escaped. Then the farmer thought he could use a wolf to scare away the foxes that were killing his chicken lately, and offered the wolf a shelter at his home. As it was to late to go to the market in the meanwhile, the company headed home. Soon they were at the river. Then the farmer wants to get his goat, wolf and cabbage to the other side of the river, where he lives. His boat isn't very big and it can only carry him and either his goat, the wolf or his cabbage. Beside that the boat leaks - so does the goat, but that's because she's scared of the wolf,the farmer can't swim and he forgot his cigarettes at home. Now.....if he leaves the goat alone with the cabbage, the goat will gobble up the cabbage. If he leaves the wolf alone with the goat, the wolf will gobble up the goat. If he drops the wolf at home, he might eat his wife. If he doesn't go home, his wife will smoke his cigarettes. When the farmer is present, the goat and cabbage are safe from being gobbled up by their predators. Now, the farmer manages to get everything safely to the other side of the river. The leak wasn't very big after all, and he realized he quit smoking since years. There, the farmer has a beautiful house, with a stable that stands on the edge of a circular meadow, where delicious green grass grows. The farmer locks up the wolf - he would perform one day in a fairy tale - gives the cabbage to his wife to prepare dinner - though she'd preferred to have the goat - and binds the goat with a rope to the side of the stable where the stable wall touches the meadow. The farmer doesn't want the goat to eat all the grass.

Now here is your question: How long should the rope be between the goat and the stable, for the goat to eat exactly half of the grass?

Looks they would have a long time to spend in the mushroom cave before their journey could begin... Or not?

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