"You know," she declared, "I think my tummy's still somewhere over the Atlantic."
"Along with the villains, kmy dear," the Green Man replied, as he expertly manipulated the controls. "They'll have had to stop for fuel at least twice."
"While this thing flies so fast it wouldn't have been able to stop for a little thing like an island." The Girl in Grey shook her head in wonder. "I wonder what the illustration will be?"
"Knowing my agent," the Green Man chuckled, "the item in question will be something from the film Flying Down to Rio."
"Corny," the Girl in Grey sighed. "Can we land, or does this thing hover?"
"This thing hovers," the Green Man replied.
"Forget I asked." the Girl in Grey shook her head. "Where are we going?"
"Not to the city by the Sugarloaf," the Green Man let in the throttle. "Our goal is a little vacum cleaner factory up the Amazon. It supplies cleaners for export. And the machine from Carmarthen County Hall was made there less than three months ago. It was bought as part of a massive special offer the new owners of this factory offered all of Carmarthen."
"The plot thickens," the Girl in Grey smiled.
"Like day-old custard," the Green Man concurred, as he turned the supersonic jet towards the rainforest (which, our continuity supervisor reliably informs us, is what they call the jungle these days. Suffice it to say, the man in question was fired). "Now, even if this isn't the goal of the villains, we might be able to find where the killer household gadgets have gone."