Clovenhoof & the Trump of Doom by Heide Goody & Iain Grant

Author:Heide Goody & Iain Grant [Heide Goody & Iain Grant]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Politics, Fantasy, Humor, Brexit, Comedy, Eurovision, Donald Trump, Humour, Supernatural
ISBN: 9780993365577
Google: PopMMQAACAAJ
Amazon: B01N1U4MXO
Barnesnoble: B01N1U4MXO
Goodreads: 33542537
Publisher: Pigeon Park Press
Published: 2016-12-10T00:00:00+00:00

Salzburg, Austria

Michael sat in a cell, reflecting on the turn of fate which had brought him there. He had assembled all of the key components of his Eurovision super group – and in record time! Would they carry on without him? There was no doubt most of them shared his enthusiasm for the project, but none of them knew how high the stakes were. The apocalyptic prophesy could be enabled in a few short days, once America went to the polls.

A police officer came to the cell door and unlocked it. Michael was taken to a side room and given a telephone handset.

“You can make one call,” said the officer.

“Only one?” asked Michael, checking his watch. “What if the person I want to call could either be at home or the gym? Can I call both numbers?”

“One call only.”

With a heavy sigh, he dialled Clovenhoof’s number. Michael was under no illusions about Jeremy’s actual usefulness, but even he could pass along a message to Andy. He’d get things sorted out.

The call connected.

“Jeremy, I need you to—”

“Yo Mikey, how’s it hangin’ my friend? That’s how we talk here in the executive lounge. Did you check out that video clip I sent you?”

“No.”

“I kissed a goat and it bit me,

“The taste of her cud was delicious…”

“Lord, it’s worse than the fig song,” Michael muttered. “Jeremy!”

“What?”

“I’m a bit limited in what I can do right now, Jeremy, which is why I need you to—”

“Can’t stop and talk now, my angelic nemesis, I’ve got a pop star here who wants a piece of me.”

Michael heard a distant, emphatic female voice: “She does not!”

“Take care now y’all!” Clovenhoof hung up.

Michael gazed in disbelief at the handset. He looked up at the police officer. “I don’t suppose I could—?”

The officer shook his head and led him back to the cell.

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