…near the fatback on the bat rack
The Doclopedia #3,339
That Time We Did That Thing: Stood In For Mr. Steed And Mrs Peel
Time can sometimes be a strange taskmaster. A great example was the time that my friend Avis and I were hanging out with my family, watching some drone footage of London street scenes that we had taken back in 1967. Suddenly, a classic Bentley turns onto the street coming right at the camera. Instantly, several of us saw the two passengers and yelled “Steed & Peel!”
Except when they got really close we saw that it was Avis and I, several decades younger and dressed like Steed & Peel. Then, just before they drove under the cloaked drone they flashed their fingers to show 6/10/67. So, we knew that we had to go back to June 10th, 1967 to fulfill some piece of history.
You’d be surprised how often this “fulfilling history” shit happens.
Anyway, we suit up in younger android bodies, our time traveling bus takes us back to 1967, my wife says to call her when we’re done saving England or whatever, and then we start walking down Whitehall at noon, waiting for something to happen.
Which took about 3 minutes, at which point the Bentley turned a corner and came to a stop. John Steed and Emma Peel were in it, coughing and looking terrible. Steed managed to say that they had been gassed and the bad guys were a few minutes behind them. I had not met Steed before, but I had met Mrs. Peel and her husband around 1961 and she told Steed I was a good guy. Avis and I helped them into a doorway, I told a couple of folks walking by to call the cops and an ambulance, then we jumped in the car and took off. A big black sedan turned the corner about 5 seconds behind us.
Insert here a long car chase as Avis/Peel began looking through Mrs. Peel’s purse and the car as I avoided gunshots, pedestrians, traffic, and other obstacles.
Once Avis found the small radio that connected us to headquarters, they sent us south toward Croydon and backup. About halfway there, Avis shot out the windshield of the pursuing car and they crashed off the road. Within minutes, a radio controlled plane dropped a gas bomb on us, but being in android bodies, we really didn’t need to breathe, so I just tossed the bomb out.
Shortly before we reached our rendezvous point on a small country road, we were headed off by evil bastards on motorcycles, so we stopped and kicked their asses Avengers style. Then we tied them up and went to meet our backup. They told us Steed and Peel were okay and had given HQ enough info to round up the baddies. After they left, Avis and I checked the boot of the car and found an ice chest with champagne and two glasses, so we toasted our little history insuring adventure. It was very good champagne.
Then we called for our ride home.
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