Volume 7: The Further Saga of Alemany '66:
As revealed by The Shadow
and with minor assistance from F.J. Bonaccorso

Subtitle: Elvis on the Moon!

Santa Anita Racetrack:
Oscar Rivera: Hey, Wally, the 7th race is about to begin.
Wally Franklin: Here are your betting stubs, I put it all on #11 Bilbo Baggins to win like you said. Who is riding this horse?
Oscar: A great jockey, Michael Bateson, going for his 1,000th Victory ride.
Annoucer Jacob Aguirre: And they're off. It's Rice-a-roni ridden by Sue Acton in the lead followed by Bilbo Baggins.
Oscar: Did you instruct the Brinks car to be waiting outside, Wally?
Wally: Brinks is standing by waiting to carry your cash.
Announcer: Around the first turn, Sand Dollar ridden by Julie Waters by half a length and bringing up the rear, Bilbo Baggins.
Wally: Ugh, I can't watch. You have a lot riding on this race, Oscar.
Oscar: There is a long way to go. Who did you bet on?
Wally: I bet on Richard Coscia aboard Lofty Dreams. Had a hunch.
Oscar: Wally, never bet a hunch.
Jacob: Coming up the backstretch, Rice-a-roni by two lengths, moving up, Bilbo Baggins.
Oscar: After the race we have to get to the 7 Eleven to buy lottery tickets before closing time.
Wally: Gottcha, boss.
Oscar: There goes Bateson making his move off the last turn.
Jacob: Rice-a-roni leading Sand Dollar by a nose. Here comes Bilbo Baggins on the outside. And it's Bilbo Baggins by half a nostril for the win.
Oscar: I will go collect. Give this present to Mike Bateson. (Hands Wally ten $100 bills)
At the collection window: Oscar with Brinks uniformed men, Donald Zontine and James Zerega, are pushing away cartloads of money bags toward the Brinks truck.)
Oscar: (On cell phone) Your information was correct. Our net worth is now $300 million. What was the number for the lottery, Wally and I are on the way to 7 Eleven?

Graceland, Memphis, Tennessee:
Elvis: Now, Bobbie darling. I am not going to blow my cover. People have thought I have been dead for decades and I am not coming out.
Bobbie Mosher Noreen: But Elvis, this is ridiculous. The whole world loves you. Why not come out and do it right here at Graceland. You can live here again, this is your home. Why, I could get Dick Carvotta to telecast live from Graceland. Think how grand it could be.
Elvis: No. And in this case, no means no!
Bobbie: If you don't, I will tell about you being on the moon in '63 with Jay.
Elvis: No one will believe you so go ahead.
Bobbie: Jay gave me a photo he took from the window of you hitting that golf ball. It steams me that he took credit for it right in front of Ed McMahon and the whole world and even those two poor astronauts.
Elvis: Well, he was there.
Bobbie: Yeah, sick as a pig from motion sickness back in the moon lander. Why, I could have invented a better space ship than Pokorski and Mock did for that trip. Besides, Jay never did walk on the moon, he never left the lander craft. You painted his name on the rock, you collected the moon rocks, you hit the damn golf ball, Elvis. Even Dr. Barb recognizes that Jay is an underachiever.
Elvis: Whoa, right there. Jay, has a lot of great qualities. He is captain of the USA Ryder Team, and he is our friend, and nobody is going to take away his moon glory. He had a lot of courage to go up in that slipshod space craft.
Bobbie: Yes, he has courage. And yes he did go to the moon. And, I wanted to go too, and you boys wouldn't let me.
Elvis: Bobbie, you know there was only room for two.
Bobbie: I know, but why not me as one of the two.
Elvis: OK, I will make a promise. If I ever go back to the moon, it will be with you.
Bobbie: Oh, Elvis, I love it when you speak in that tone of voice. And if we ever do go to the moon, it better be in a spacecraft that I design. Why it's a good thing that I made some secret modifications on the Pokorski and Mock craft before you went up or you and Jay would never have made it back to Earth.

Two friends at Graceland. Note that special sparkle in Bobbie's eyes.

Elvis: You made changes! You never told me that.
Bobbie: You would never have trusted a girl in those days, now would you? Actually, I made quite a few changes. Heaven help anyone that would travel in any kind of transport that those two nerds would make.
Elvis: Bobbie, you promised never to mention the N word again. You know I don't cotton to that. And as for anyone traveling by Mock and Pokorski-made craft, well no one will be that crazy. I am sure those two moved on to something else. You won't believe me, but last time I saw those guys while in one of my disguises they were entering the Playboy Mansion.
Bobbie: No, really, that is a hoot! I'm sorry, Elvis, for using the N word. Now scoot along and go play some music with my husband John and his band. Sometimes I think he lives for playing with you. Every time he knows you are visiting, well, I never hear the end of it. Go along.
Elvis: I'll go, but I sure am glad you are in charge here at Graceland, now.

Little Sturgeon Lake, near Duluth:
Shivering in a wooden hut and leaning over a hole in the ice, Dave Surges, wiggles his fishing line.
Ed Bertell: Man it sure is cold today, and the fish are not even biting. I am looking forward to the Reunion cruise for better weather. Hard to believe Mexico even exists on a day like this.

Dave's Ice Shack! That's right, go visit Dave Surges and this is where you will be freezing your butt off!

Dave: It's not that bad, Ed, only -22 below today. Just wish the fish would bite. Glad you could come visit from Idaho.
Ed: Brrr, yeah me to-to-to. Pass the flask, Dave (takes a chug of Slivovitz Plum Brandy). So you getting bored enough during your winter break from St. Scholastica to consider training again for the next Iditarod?
Dave: Yes, I am. I thought I would quit with one title, but I think racing is in my blood.
Ed: I need some more of that brandy in my blood. Pass the bottle back. Got a bite (he pulls in a 3 ounce throw back fish).
Dave: Actually, I am leaving day after tomorrow with my dog team for Italy. I am going to train the dogs by having them pull Bob Johnson's ski box back up the mountains after each run.
Ed: Sure hope Italy is warmer than Duluth. Why don't we give up for today and go back to your house, Dave......

At a chalet near Torino:

Steve Modugno: Hey, Joe, pass the Alfredo. Wow, is Kit great with fettuccini.
Mike Modugno: So, do you think we have a chance in the Derby.
Frankie DePasquale: Sure we have a chance. You have the Michaelangelo and Rafael of snow vehicles on your side. You have Bobby Johnson driving. And we are going to win despite two dumb Italian putschers!
Joe Dispenza: Easy, Frankie, these two putschers are getting pretty good. I trained them. Fill me up, this Lombardy Colombard is to die for. What's for dessert, Kit?
Kit Figliozzi: Home made Tutti Frutti ice shavings. You like?
Joe: I love it! Why isn't Bob here eating with us tonight? The family that eats together and trains together, wins.
Kit: Bobby is working on the Alemany Blog tonight down at the internet cafe' in Torino. He said not to wait up for him. Bonaccorso sent a large file for posting again.
Steve: Poor Frank, he spends his whole life chasing after little animals that fly around at night. He could have been something.
Kit: A lot of people admire Frank. He is doing what he wants to and people pay him.
Steve: Yeah, and so is Dispenza. He's paid to eat his way through Italy! Are you still eating, Joe? (Joe can't answer for the fettucine hanging out his mouth.)
Kit: I am going for a walk. You guys can clean up, and no more wine.
Frankie: Kit is amazing and not just the cooking. She was looking over my shoulder today and helped me with an equation on the friction constants for the ski runners that I was struggling to calculate. Is she like an engineer or something that we don't know about?
Joe: Beats me. Somebody wake up Mike and help him to bed.

Sussex, England (Literary Side Note from The Shadow: This is the English County where my good friend Sherlock Holmes retired to raise bees long ago)

A man with a golf bag steps off the train.
Guy Proto: Hello, I say, chap, hello, are you looking for the Ryder team?
Seve Ballesteros: Si, senor, I am Seve.
Guy: Good to meet you, Seve. Our team is complete now. We have been waiting for you. Follow me, let me help you with your bag. Johnny Preble is waiting in the car.
Seve: You know, Guy, that is a pretty lousy English accent. Why don't you just speak your American dialect?
Guy: I'm trying to get the hang of British English. There's our car. Is it really that bad?
John: Pleased to meet you, Seve. I guess you know Colin Montgomery here and your countryman Sergio is already at the cottage. Tally ho, off we go (as John pulls out on the wrong side of the road with Colin covering his eyes).

NBC studios:

Ed: I cannot believe it. Our Nielson ratings are the highest that the Tonight Show has had since the last Carson show. Better than anything Jay Leno ever got! We have one disaster followed by another, Mama Arteaga is tipsy and mumbling that she will be appointed Lt. Governor of California, no Cat Woman name in the mayonnaise jar, Ponchie had a sore lip before the end of the show, Mick Jagger fell off stage, and Dave Gieg doesn't show. And we still have good ratings.
Danny: People thought Mama Arteaga was funny. They thought it was an act. She must have given Mick a bottle in the Green Room, but he was funny falling off stage with Peggy trying to prop him back up behind the microphone. It was like Saturday Night Live. And Gieg did not show but the Cheerleaders did.
Ed: However, I just got a phone call from Terry Bowles. He says that Carvotta got equally high ratings. He matched us. How can he do that?
Danny: It's Tivo and split screens. People can record and watch later, or watch both at once. When Nielsen calls and asks what you watched, you can say both shows. I guess people like blood. Heard that Carvotta bled like a stuck pig. We better avoid squid acts in the future, Ed. And of course, somehow Carvotta scooped us and highjacked not only the real mayonnaise jar, but Kathi Gibson too! What did you think of her Cat Woman costume.
Ed: Hot. She is hot! I wish we could get back at Carvotta for stealing out biggest act so far.
Danny: I think we can, Ed. How would you like to steal Elvis from appearing on Carvotta?
Ed: Elvis Costello, sure why not.
Danny: No, Ed, the real Elvis. The King? And I don't mean the King of Sweden, although I could get Rex Olliff on too.
Ed: Danny Boy, have you gone Looney Tunes on me after one show?
Danny: I can't prove it yet. But I was snooping around CBS this morning and I overheard a part of a phone conversation. Carvotta was calling from New York and saying something about booking Elvis. Something about Elvis being at Graceland. A friend of mine just took the Social Director job at Graceland. I am going to pay Bobbie Mosher a visit soon and if my instincts are right, we are going to scoop Carvotta on the biggest TV event in history. This would be bigger than The Beatles on Ed Sullivan.
Ed: If you can deliver that, Danny, you can consider your trial contract permanent. Heh, heh, I hope Carvotta's nose is hurting today.

At CBS:

Carvotta (with large bandage on nose and nasal accent): Who have we got tonight for the show?
Maggie Calaba Wardlaw: We got Jim Dantona and Sammy Sosa.
Carvotta: That's good. Who else?
Maggie: Bart the Bear and his trainer.
Carvotta: (Screaming) No animal act! I refuse to work with another animal. Are you trying to get me killed? That bear stands 9 feet tall.
Maggie: OK, OK, I will cancel Bart. I got Freddy and the Dreamers.
Carvotta: Oh great, at least Bonaccorso will be watching. He will probably be dancing in Hawaii on the beach while he watches.
Maggie: No, actually Frank was in L.A. last night. I saw him at Starbucks with Chris Gilmore of all people. Of course I did not intrude. Do you think they have a thing going?
Carvotta: Could be. I can't picture Chris into bats though. How about Elvis? Any progress there? We need to break away from the Tonight Show in the ratings, and Elvis can deliver.
Maggie: I have been on the phone with Bobbie Mosher for days, but she is hard to crack. She is stalling. She won't admit in clear terms that Elvis is alive and at Graceland.
Carvotta: Maggie, get on the next plane to Memphis and nail the deal for Elvis. Or else.
Maggie: Or else what?
Carvotta: Or else, I won't go on with Bart the Bear! I guess the show must go on.

Volume 6: The Further Saga of Alemany '66:
As revealed by The Shadow
and minor assistance from F.J. Bonaccorso

Volume Subtitle: Cat Woman Finally Revealed

At Starbucks:
Frankie Joe bought his coffee and was walking out when he spotted a woman crying at a booth. He wandered over.
Frank: Excuse me. I heard you crying, and I wondered if I could be of any help. Here, have a clean Starbucks napkin.
Woman: Looking up with tears in eyes, dabbing with napkin. Thank you, don't worry about me.
Frank: But I always worry when I see a fellow human crying. Would you like to talk about it? And this is not a pick up line, but you do look familiar.
Woman: I am familiar to you, Frankie Joe.
Frank: What? Two women in one night know my childhood name? Oh, my God, Chris Gilmore! I haven't seen you since 1966. Why, you weren't even at the Alemany Reunion last year. How did you recognize me?
Chris: You still have the same curly hair and (pause), well, I just recognized you.
Frank: So why the crying? I heard you were up for a part in the Dark Side of Batman. Why I have been advising Bob Orlando on bat behavior for his role. I put in a good word for you, I think you would make a spectacular Cat Woman. So, I guess Sue Shannon got the part?
Chris: I suppose you haven't been watching TV. Dick Carvotta just announced on his new show that Kathi Gibson got the part of Cat Woman. That's why I'm crying. I had my heart set on that part.
Frank: But wait, I thought Danny McMahon and Ed McMahon were going to announce the person....
Chris: They were supposed to, but somehow when Ed McMahon broke the mayonnaise jar and went to read the name on the slip of paper, the paper was blank. I was so upset, I switched to the Carvotta show, and somehow Dick intercepted the real hermetically sealed mayonnaise jar from Funk & Wagnalls and announced Kathi as Cat Woman. Then she came on stage in claws and black spandex, and that's show business.

Now I'm unemployed. I worked so hard taking climbing lessons for the part. Why, I can scale the LA city hall and the Capitol Records building with no problems.
Frank: I'm so sorry, Chris. Wait, you have climbing skills?
Chris: Best damn climber this side of Sir Edmund Hillary.
Frank: Christina Marie, my dear friend. How would you like to do some climbing for me and be in a film my group will be making for a media release that will dwarf the attention the Batman movie will get.
Chris: Well sure. Is this on the level?
Frank: It's as on the level as you can say Molidor's Super-duper Sock-it-to-me Sockerooni Sauce.
Chris: I've never tried Marty's sauce. Is it any good?

If it weren't really, really good, Marty wouldn't put his picture on the label.

Frank: I will get you some sauce, Chris. Yes, it is darn good. Here is my card. Call me tomorrow. I have to fly to Bend, Oregon. Do you need a ride home?
Chris: No, I am fine. My car is here. Frankie Joe, I don’t understand everything, but you made my night. Will I really be seen all over the world in a hit film?
Frank: Yes, and personal appearances too. Dick Carvotta and Danny McMahon will be fighting to have you, and no doubt so will Howard Stern and Larry King Live. You want to ring the closing bell on Wall Street, be in the booth on Monday Night Football, the sky is the limit. I predict you will be at the Playboy Mansion very soon.
Chris: The Playboy Mansion. Oooooooh. Peachy!
Frank: Say, do you like animals?
Chris: Sure. I like most animals.
Frank: Well, I've got an animal that will make you more famous than Faye Wray and that big gorilla.
Chris: King Kong? A worried look comes over Chris.

Frank: Don't worry, Christina Marie, it's more like a big bird. Be a piece of cake, you up on a high place with....
Chris: With what?
Frank: We can talk later, Frankie Joe is going to take care of everything. Call me tomorrow.
Chris: Oh, Frankie Joe, one more thing. I never could have passed 7th grade history at St. Ferdinand's without all the answers you gave me. I haven't forgotten. Thanks.
Frank: (smiles) You never studied history did you, because you knew I aced those exams, and that I would whisper the answers to you.
Chris: Something like that. Hey, what kind of big bird? Tell me.
But Frank was out the door, relieved he had a climber from the Alemany and St. Ferdinand's family.

Cabinet Meeting, Sacramento Capital Building:
Arnold: Ladies and Gentlemen of the Cabinet, I am so pleased to introduce you to your new Lt. Governor, Teresita Arteaga Romero. (welcoming greetings around table)
Teri: Thank you everyone I look forward to working with you and the Governor. I brought some cookies (placing large tin of cookies on middle of table).
Arnold: And, my new Special Adviser on Environment and Conservation ... Come in Diane, Diane Moscolo Bergstrom (more welcoming greetings)

Volume 5: The Further Saga of Alemany '66:
As revealed by The Shadow
and with minor assistance from F.J. Bonaccorso

Volume Subtitle: Yes, Mr. Prime Minister.

Cayman Brac.
Sitting on a rickety dock with their feet in the water drinking Corona beers.
John Thompson: That was a great concert last night wasn't it Marty.
Marty Molidor: It sure was Johnny, I mean, Yes, Mr. Prime Minister. Peggy Jones especially. She did not know what to do at first being up on stage already. She used to have to crash onto the stage to get to Mick, like back in the '60s.
John: You can drop that Mr. Prime Minister bit, Marty, especially when we are alone.
Marty: You mean just like you dropped that false Caribbean accent with me, John.
John: The people feel more comfortable thinking of me as a native Cayman Islander. There is an election soon, I want a second term. Hey, but why are you so depressed today, Marty?
Marty: I got papers from Taco Bell today. They are trying to sue me for every penny I have. I don't have a lot of cash flow right now, especially with the new franchise down here and the fleet of conch divers to support. Also, I got a phone call from Greg Pokorski he wants a lot of cash to fund an expedition that I promised to support. I can't let Greg down, a promise to an Alemany classmate is a promise I keep.
John: Of course. Hey, why don't you give Oscar Rivera a call. He won the Publishers Clearing House. He can at least support the expedition.
Marty: Great idea Johnny. I will call Oscar.
John: Say, what is this expedition all about and to where?
Marty: (running toward a phone booth). Can't tell you now, sworn to secrecy and all that.

At the front door of the Playboy Mansion. (It is late night)
Cha Cha Faitel: So are you in on the project?
Frank: Wild hippos couldn't keep me out, my dear. You will be seeing more of me. Say is there a Starbucks nearby, I could use some coffee before I drive back to the Valley.
Cha: There is one two blocks down off the highway, on the left. Good luck, Frankie Joe.
Frank: How did you know I'm Frankie Joe?
Cha: Maybe the Shadow told me. Or maybe, I remember that's what your mom called you when you were little. Now good night Frankie Joe, it is getting late.

Early Morning on Cayman Brac:
John Thompson: (calling loudly from way down the beach) Good morning Marty. I see you feel a lot better today, mon.
Marty (with new friend he met at the Nun’s Concert). Never felt better John. Thanks for the tip about Oscar, he is taking care of the situation. I didn't realize he won $40 million. Have a great day Mr. Prime Minister.
John: No problem, come by with your friend for drink.

Marty and Cherise in Cayman Brac Paradise

Marty: Now where were we Cherise?.
Cherise: You were telling me about how you were a football hero at Alemany and kept Dave Gieg on the bench. It really is too bad you had a knee injury or you could be the quarterback for the Cowboys.
Marty: Oh, yes. Well as I was saying, Dave was pretty good, but....

Las Vegas, Nevada.
Roulette croupier: Does the gentleman wish to let it ride on number 11?
Oscar Rivera: Let it ride, baby! That is Dave Gieg's high school number. (Wheel is spinning).
Croupier: Number 11, a winner again! Congratulations Mr. Rivera, you have reached the house limit. Cash in.
Oscar: Dialing cell phone. Hi, I won big and after hitting every casino in Vegas, I doubled my Publishers Clearing House winning. (Oscar pauses to listen). That's right, honey, we now have $80 million, well minus a few hundred thousand I promised Marty for a science expedition. Don't expect me home tomorrow, the horses are running at Santa Anita.

Volume 4: The Further Saga of Alemany '66:
As revealed by The Shadow
and with minor assistance from F.J. Bonaccorso

Note: Special Thanks Always for Graphics and Editing
by Dan McMahon and Robert (Ski Box) Johnson

Volume Subtitle: Jurassic Park or a Picnic in the Crectaceous!

Once more at the Playboy Mansion basement:
Frank Bonaccorso: No way! Are you guys nuts? Are you guys crazy? You want me to capture and bring back live, a T. rex! No. Let me repeat, No.
Terry Mock: Well, we thought it would be a ferocious mascot. What would you suggest Frank?
Frank: Pacing among the lab benches. Hmmm, maybe something more up my line of expertise. What is a Jurassic dinosaur-like creature in form to the modern giant fruit bats?
Greg Pokorski: That would be a pterodactyl, I would imagine.
Frank: You imagine correctly and they were alive in the late Mesozoic which includes the Jurassic and Cretaceous. Let's go over to your computer and I can show you some background. Knowing you guys, you are going to want the largest species.
Terry: Oooh yes, how big did they get?
Frank: Here it is now, look for yourself.
Pterodactyl: Quezalcoatlus

Name's meaning: "Winged finger" Pronounciation: ter-u-Dak-til Physical Description: wingspan of anywhere between a few inches up to over 40 feet long. Pterodactyls are believed to have flown long distances using large wings and they had above average eyesight to help catch their prey.

Classification: Pterodactyls are flying reptiles, not dinosaurs. Geologic Age: late Mesozoic period, about 251 to 65 million years ago Diet: carnivore (meat eating creature). Fossil locations: have been found in America, Europe, Africa, and Australia.

Frank: I suppose you two want me to bring back the 40 ft wingspan variety, known as Quetzalcoatlus.
Greg: Naturally, we want a big pterodactyl. Something that will grab public attention and be a fit mascot for Alemany. Tell us more about Quetalcoatlus.
Frank: Well it was named for the Aztec feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl. Pterodactyls are not truly dinosaurs, they belong to a group known as the Pterosauria but lived at the same time as dinosaurs. This group was known from the Late Cretaceous Era of 84 to 65 million years ago, and the largest known flying animal of all time. It was a member a group of advanced toothless pterosaurs which were quite diverse in species and represent the first flying vertebrates. Birds and bats did not take flight until much later than the first Pterosaurs, commonly referred to as pterodactyls.
Terry: Jolly good, then it will be a Quetzalcoatl pterodactyl for your expedition.
Frank: Let's go for it! But what about funding, who is going to pay for all the equipment I will need? Dart guns, nets, climbing gear, and a lot more.
Greg: Marty is taking care of the financial end.
Frank: Marty Molidor? Is he in this too?
Terry: Yes, you might say that Marty is your Sugar Daddy based on all the money he has raked in from Sockerooni sauce not to mention his Conch Fritters which are being exported all over the world.
Frank: Marty never ceases to amaze. Say, I’m having trouble getting the Sockerooni in Hawaii, can you get me some.
Greg: How much do you want?
Frank: A case for starters. Now the last important thing we need to discuss tonight. My crew, I need a few good people that we can absolutely trust. Bill Danaher for starters, I can trust him to watch my back. We will need a medical person, an expect marksman for the dart gun, at least one photographer, and most important someone with climbing skills.
Terry: Why climbing skills?
Frank: Someone will need to climb up to the pteradactyl nest, they nest on cliff tops.
Greg: We will leave that up to you, but we would like to keep it in the family. The Alemany family.
Frank: I wouldn't think of anyone other than family. Let me work on it. Say will you be able to build a time machine big enough to fly 6-8 people, a pterodactyl, and all our equipment? We should go for some chicks, it will be easier to handle, and I should think we can tame young ones easily.
Greg: We can upsize the time machine. Assemble your team, while we work, then bring them here for briefing. I suggest you not tell people the exact nature of our project until everyone is here if you can avoid it. And one last thing, we need to do a few more trials on this version. We have sent mice in the machine and brought them back. Next we propose a small monkey with a helmet camera and destination Cretaceous. The film will help us with safe landing zones and to understand local conditions.
Frank: I am still walking on cloud nine. I will be in touch. Tell Marty to get ready to write some checks.
Terry: I will send for Cha Cha, she will show you out. Cha Cha is in our confidence so it is ok to talk to her about the project if you can't reach us. We often work for hours on end and don't return phone calls.

Hollywood, CA. (a bus pulls up at a stop, doors open, and Ron Turkal with a hat pulled down to hide face steps onto sidewalk, looks furtively up and down seedy business district street, and walks through a doorway. Above the door a sign, half falling, says Arthur Murray Dance Studio).
Ron: (walks through dimly lighted dance studio; he thinks: Hope I am not making a big mistake)
Voice from shadows says: Your late, I have been waiting for you ....