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Then he could have taken Scotty's Megabuck unit and given it to Joe. But there was no time now, and this other arrangement probably would do as well. "I'll pass the word to the gang on the mainland right away," Joe agreed. Joe went back into the lab while Rick ran to Pirate's Beach. Scotty was waiting, the plane's engine turning over.
Of course the contestants would have to be members of the Megabuck Mob, as we'll call it." "I like that," Barby said enthusiastically. "That would make me a Megabuck Moll, wouldn't it?" "Yep," Scotty agreed. "And Rick can be the Megabuck Mole." "And you can be the Megabuck Moose, you big ox," Rick finished. He was warming up to his subject now.
He knew from the word that the scientist had immediately spotted some reason why his gimmick wouldn't work. "Never mind, son." Hartson Brant put a hand on Rick's shoulder. "The Megabuck Moll can bake you a cake with a file in it, so you can break out of jail. I'm sure you won't mind being a fugitive from justice." A harsh growl from the doorway caused them all to whirl around, startled.
The contestants could wear the gadget strapped to their legs, under their skirts or trousers." Steve was enjoying Rick's ready responses. His eyes twinkled. "You'd have to use very limited range on your Megabuck Mob transmitter, and a very high frequency. Otherwise, the Federal Communications Commission would pick you up, use a direction finder, and move in on your operation.
Because the Megabuck Mob is behind you. The Megabuck Moose is going through the cards, and the Megabuck Mole is feeding the answers into the Megabuck Memory Machine, and the Megabuck Moll in maidenly modesty mumbles madly " "Help him," Scotty interrupted. "His lips are stuck together. He can't say anything but mmmmm." But Barby was interested now.
"It's too flashy," Barby explained. "Too bright. Really nice people wouldn't have a boat that color. You wait and see, they're in this somehow!" Rick shook his head, more in sorrow than in anger. "Good thing the boat isn't bright red," he said wearily. "That would really be proof they're criminals!" The Megabuck Mob Acts
Ken Holt would help, if we could get the picture to him." Ken Holt, the young newsman whose adventures were favorite reading for Rick and Scotty, had once asked Spindrift for help, and Rick had given him a set of pocket-size radio transceivers of the kind known as "The Megabuck Network." "Sandy Allen is a photographer," Scotty pointed out. "He might know these people."
"The Megabuck Mob goes into action! We'll use the radio network. Right?" "Yes. First thing is, where do you take up a position? If I remember correctly, you can see North Cove from the attic. It will be kind of hot up there, but maybe we can rig a fan." "We won't mind," Jan said swiftly. "When do we start?" "Right now." Scotty spoke up. "You said you had a couple of things. What's the other one?"
"But isn't a million bucks worth a few weeks of effort?" Rick's famous father, Hartson Brant, walked into the library in time to hear the last comment. His eyebrows went up. "What's all this megabuck talk?" That was a new word to Barby. "What talk?" "In the metric system, 'meg' means million. So a megabuck is a million bucks, if you'll pardon the slang." "Oh well Rick is going to win a megabuck."
They might locate you, anyway, even on low power and ultra-high frequency. How are you going to lick that?" Rick held up his hands in surrender. "I'm not. I can't take a chance of getting the federal government into the act. Gosh, I'd have the FCC, the FBI, and maybe a dozen others on my trail. I quit. The Megabuck Mob is hereby dissolved." Steve looked disappointed.
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