A Brief Excerpt From 1967's Brick Bronson and the Crocodile Murders by Stoney M. Badess
“Brick,” Petra pleaded, “you have to get out of bed.”
“I don’t wanna,” he whined from underneath their comforter.
“It’s no use, Timmy,” she sighed. “He’s been there for three days. He hasn’t even gotten up to go to the bathroom.”
“But Mrs. Bronson his government needs him!” said Timmy. “Who else is going to stop the recent rash of crocodile related murders?”
“Not me!” answered Brick, his voice muffled by the blankets.
“He’s been like this ever since you rescued him from those Bikini Assassins,” Petra explained.
“Yeah,” Timmy agreed. “For some reason he really didn't want to go.”
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