The Curator of Schlock
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The Curator of Schlock #498: The Cat o’ Nine Tails
The Revenging Manta, Edwige, Waldo, and I leaped from the elevator, ready for action. There were about a dozen goons wearing gas masks and rubber gloves. They were sorting multi-colored fentanyl pills and filling empty boxes of cracker jacks with them. One of them noticed us and whipped out a Beretta Tomcat. The first shot… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #497: The Bird with the Crystal Plumage
As Edwige, Waldo, Manta, and I rode down the elevator, we had a moment. Waldo took out a pack of Bubblicious. It was the watermelon flavor, my favorite. He first offered a piece to The Revenging Manta, but the ninja vigilante held up his hand to pass on the offer. He offered a piece to… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #496: The Running Man
\Without knowing where in the building the Goose Lord was, I decided that I, the Curator of Schlock, Edwidge the kangaroo, the Revenging Manta, and Waldo should make our way to service elevator. With power restored to the building, we should have been able to get down to the basement and see if there were… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #494: Eye of the Devil
Waldo, the punk that defaced the statue of Carl Weathers, was pleading for his life. The Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, unsheathed his sword and handed it to me. “This man has wronged you,” The Revenging Manta said. “Do what needs to be done.” I held the sword, ready to dispense some… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #493: Emergency Squad
With the snarling lioness subdued, I helped Waldo down from the fake tree in the Sheena: Queen of the Jungle exhibit. He was shaking as crouched down. Waldo covered his head with his hands and looked up at me with pleading eyes. “I’m sorry I messed up the statue of Carl Weathers,” he said. “The Goose Lord… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #492: Weapons of Death
Weapons of Death “Who let the lioness out?” I asked as Waldo clung for dear life on the fake tree in the Sheena: Queen of the Jungle exhibit. The Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, stuck two fingers into his mouth and whistled. The lioness swerved around and darted straight for us. The Revenging Manta… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #491: Violent Naples
“Help!” Edwige, my kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America, the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, and I heard the cry coming from the Sheena: Queen of the Jungle exhibit. I almost tripped over the collapsed state of Tanya Roberts while rushing into the exhibit. Waldo, the punk of the Goose Lord gang… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #490: The Tough Ones
There I was with my faithful companion the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando and Edwige, a female kangaroo fitted with boxing gloves. I wondered how we were going to rid the Museum of Schlock of the Goose Lord and his gang of thugs. If only I had access back then what I… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #489: Late Night with the Devil
The Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, wasn’t buying my story of a reanimated corpse attacking the goons that were hauling him off while unconscious. I argued that I once lived in an antebellum mansion filled with vampires and was almost abducted by aliens, but he called my observations flights of fancy and… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #487: The Changeling
Edwige, my steadfast kangaroo companion, had once again returned to me. She held a a giant key ring in her mouth and dropped it in front me. The key had a horse skull carved at the end of it and I marveled at its craftsmanship. The Revenging Manta stirred again and slowly opened his eyes.… Continue reading
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