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the
building. Tommy and Smithy watched in wonderment as this real life
police action was played out in front of them.
     
    After a couple
of minutes of trying to gain lawful access, the police knocked down
the front door of the building and went swarming in. Inside the
police were astounded to see the factory in full production with
not a soul in sight. They were still scratching their heads when
three unusual mattresses came wobbling along the conveyor track
towards them.
     
    ‘Look at that’,
a policeman said rubbing his eyes in disbelief. ‘Well I never’.
     
    The mattresses
they were now looking at had arms and legs sticking through them
with a head protruding from the top with its mouth still
overflowing with stuffing. The machines had done a wonderful job of
accommodating the crooks, and they had even put a pretty boarder
around each of the protruding parts.
     
    ‘Well don’t
that take the carrot’, said one of the policemen just before there
was a shout from the walkway.
     
    ‘You’d better
come up here Sarge, we’ve found a guy tied to a chair’, said
another of the searching policemen.
     
    Tommy’s Dad was
finally discovered and released to tell his story of the events of
the past two days. Of course he had no idea as to how all of the
crooks finished up in such a pickle, the only other person who
could throw any light on the subject was ‘Tiger’ who had yet again
been disturbed from his sleep and had wandered down to see what all
the fuss was about.
     
    By now the
police had released the three crooks from their wire prisons and
were about to be taken out to the awaiting police cars for a trip
to jail. As the sergeant stood talking to Tommy’s Dad one of the
young policemen came over to them.
     
    ‘There’s
something strange here Sarge’, he said. ‘When we released the
crooks we noticed that they were all covered in scratches like
those you’d get from a cat, and they were all mumbling about not
letting the little devil near them again’.
     
    No sooner had
he said it than ‘Tiger’ appeared making his way over to Tommy’s
Dad.
     
    ‘Well I’ll be
blowed’, Tommy’s Dad said. ‘It’s the Smiths cat Tiger, they live
just down the road from me’.
     
    The policeman
scooped ‘Tiger into his arms and took him outside with Tommy’s Dad
for a trip to the Police Station to make a statement. After waiting
so long Tommy and Smithy nearly jumped with joy at seeing Tommy’s
Dad appear at the doorway of the factory, safe at last, before
getting into one of the police cars and driving off.
     
    The boys felt
so happy they started singing and shouting and Smithy did one or
two tumbles just for good measure.
     
    ‘What do we do
now’, Smithy said.
     
    ‘We head back
to the canal to pick up our fishing kit before racing home, replied
Tommy with an extra large smile on his face before turning towards
his best mate. ‘Thanks Smithy’, he said. ‘Your the best mate that
anyone could ask for’.
     
    ‘No I’m not’,
Smithy replied. ‘You are. After all who else has a mate that can
produce Dynamo Man’s car out of mid-air’, he added.
     
    ‘Well I’d
better do it again now so we can get home’, Tommy said as he once
again produced the sleek black machine.
     
    It wasn’t long
before they had reached the canal and collected their fishing kit.
The longest part of their journey was the five hundred metres from
the canal to where they lived. On entering the road they were
greeted by Tommy’s Mum who came running up towards them before
grabbing Tommy from his wheelchair and giving him the biggest hug
he’d ever had.
     
    ‘He’s free,
he’s free’, she said with tears streaming down her face. ‘Your
Daddies free’, she continued swinging Tommy in a full circle.
     
    Just then a
police car came speeding up and out got Tommy’s Dad. He rushed
forward to be greeted in the same manner as Tommy with both Tommy
and his Mum hung around his neck. After all the initial