“We should talk again sometime,” Meme said. “Look each other up.”
The lion smiled charmingly. “My dear, I would like nothing better. If you hurry on forward, I’ll hold off the scallywags for you. Fernando,” he added with a frown, “I hope never to see you again.”
“I think I can arrange that,” the agent said. “Come on, Frank, Meme – jump!”
As the lion’s car rounded a corner, the three took a deep breath and leaped to the ground.
What next? Will the three make it to the ground okay? Who is following them, and do we know for sure that lion will hold them off as promised?