Part 40: Ep. 28: This Gritty Underbelly Has Fur On It

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: As I was saying--

: Sorry, Buddy.

: Last time on MySims Agents: ... seamy underbelly, gritty wasteland, yeti brain, blah blah blah.


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First things first.



Team Rosalyn: assemble!



Team Rosalyn: go! I'm pretty sure an excellent chance is even better than a great chance. I could be wrong, though.

Having dispatched Rosalyn's team, Sam prepares to dispatch himself. A place like the industrial district... it calls for something special.



Something a little noir.

We're as ready as we'll ever be; let's see if anyone has some last-minute advice for us before we go. We'll start with Roxie since she's right here.

: Hello Roxie.

: The industrial district!? Dirt?! Dust?! Sub-atomic dust mites?! Argh! I'm feeling very light-headed Sam...

Sam leaves the crazy dame in her swoon and goes to check in with Evelyn.

: Hey Evelyn.

: Sam, it feels like we're getting closer to finding out what Morcucorp is up to!

Last, but definitely not least: Buddy.

: Buddy, how's the comic book coming along?

: Great pal! It's full of mystery, intrigue, plot twists, damsels in distress, corrupt city officials and dinosaurs!

: Dinosaurs?

: Sure pal, how else was I going to explain the prehistoric footprints found on the mountain slope?

Beats me!

And so Sam heads out to catch the train... and, of course, Yuki is still lurking by the door, completely inconspicuous in her Morcucorp jumpsuit, her presence not suspicious at all.

: Hello Yuki.

: Hrm... Yuki wonders why you keep seeking Yuki.

: Er... what?

: You seek a face biting?! Yuki shall sharpen her fangs!

Yes. Anyway. To the industrial district! Sam and Buddy hop on the train.

: Wow, this train ride is so long! I bet it'll be dark by the time we get there. Good thing I brought this bacon and tomato sandwich!



: And was it made from one of Renee's little friends?

The train pulls into the station at the industrial district and Sam and Buddy disembark. It is just after dark.



Sam and Buddy head down the stairs to the street below, coming to a halt under a streetlight. Sam takes a long look around.

: Well, our scientist, Mr. F, must be around here somewhere.

















Sam and Buddy run across the street--



--to the entrance to the junkyard, where a pair of... gentlemen... are involved in an altercation.

: Alright, guys, what's the problem?



Gabby taps his foot impatiently. The man with the truly impressive muttonchop sideburns wheels around and gasps in outrage.

: That's your problem? Stolen junk?

He turns to Sam.

: Here's a real problem: this crazy ol' coot sold me a broken boat!













Gabby turns to Sam.

: Don't mind him. Listen, little things gone missin' from tha junkyard before. No big deal. Yesterday, though, someone swiped a whole engine outta mah car. I was gonna use it fer spare parts!

Sam frowns off at nothing, talking to himself.

: I wonder if someone else needed the parts. Could Mr. F be involved?

: Gabby, you probably just moved the engine and now you can't remember where.

: Nope. Gabby's mind is still sharp! Someone was sneakin' 'round here last night, an I'm fixin' ta find out who!



The conversation breaks up, less than amicably. Sam whips out his trusty notebook.

: I'll need to find out who was at the scene of the crime, so I'll start investigating there first.

Sam has to break up a fight between Barney and Gabby in order to ask his questions, but break it up he does.



Seriously. For the time being, any time that Barney and Gabby get close to one another, one of them will get punched, slapped, or kicked in the shins.

: How are you, Barney?

: I've been better... I wish I could stretch my sea legs again and go for a voyage.

: Well, I'm sure you'll get to go sailing sometime soon.

Since that wasn't helpful, Sam hurries to talk to Gabby before Barney can assault him again.

: Where can I find your car?

: Tha one with tha missin' engine? It's back in tha junkyard.

And he storms off before Sam can ask him anything else. Sam moves to intercept him, but just then BRING BRING



Glad to see you approve, Elmira. Sam puts his phone away and catches up with Gabby.

: What kinds of things do you do in your junkyard?

: Oh you know, I fix up things, sell 'em, stuff like that. Nothin' too big.



And on that note, Sam enters the junkyard proper. There is, of course, a junkyard dog.

: Good boy!



Having confirmed that we're probably not going to need a rabies shot any time soon, Sam goes looking for the car in question.



Sam's made his way to the back of the junkyard when DEEDLE-EEDLE



Good old Roger. Sam puts his phone away and continues his search.





: The car engine is definitely gone, and it couldn't have left on its own. Can I find footprints?


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: Next time on MySims Agents: Will Special Agent Sam be able to find the mysterious... de-engineer? Who was it? Why an engine? And where did they go?


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Concept Art: Barney
by Ben Seto