Inspector Gadget Penny Brain Novels & Stories

Presley Quinn came home with his suit jacket slung over one arm and a shopping bag in his hand. I recognized it right away. It was from that luxury brand, the same one as the necklace Vivienne Ashford had posted on her Instagram. He walked in, saw that I was awake, and barely looked up. "Oh, you're home." Then, he seemed to remember something. He quickly crumpled the bag and shoved it into the trash, as if he were terrified I would catch a glimpse of it.

“No. When I say puzzles, I mean real puzzles, not that… child’s play.” Not just Eleanor, even I was amazed by that. Does this mini man know that he's also a kid, a very young one at that? No doubt about it, he's too mature for his age! Jayden commenced showing Eleanor the “real puzzles” as he had called them, on his limited edition Bugatti smartwatch and even from the kitchen after I returned to my cooking, I could vividly hear Eleanor's exclamations of “Wow!” and “So cool!” countless times.

"She was just at Mr. Elms' spoon stand." My eyebrows shot up. Spoon stand? I hadn't even paid it any mind! "I… I don't understand," I said, honestly dismayed. And then, Mrs. Gable said, "Princess, Mr. Elms has a security device. It… it seems to have recorded you putting two of his iron spoons into your bag." She looked as perplexed as I felt.

I ordered. Blood for blood. I am going to make someone bleed to death. Giovanni will scold me later when he wakes up but I don't care. I am fuming with madness right now. A black car opens its window and Penny wave at me. "Hop in, girl," she said so I smiled at her. She drives the car heading to the basement where the asshole is. Penny is chewing gum while driving. "Do you want chewing gum? Get it from the compartment in front of you," she said and pointed to it using her lips.

It was large, especially compared to the tight confines of the tunnel. The room was practically in total darkness except for one light. There in the shadows cast by the light was Penny, alive and well, examining something so intently she didn’t appear to notice them when they first entered. “Penny?” “Hey Daddy. Come look. I found what everyone will need.” When Haden switched on a flashlight, it’s beam bounded off several wooden crates and barrels. At first, he thought it was an on a storeroom for food or items that were no longer needed, like old clothes and furniture. But when Penny turned around, she held a wicked-looking dagger.

“The house is just filled with a bit of gloom. “I can tell with just a single glance. “There’s no need for random equipment unless someone’s compensating for their lack of skill.” “Oh? You can tell just by a glance? Penny showed a noncommittal look. “You didn’t even bring a compass or the Centennial Book! “And you’re telling me that you can tell the problem of the house?! “You must be just spouting nonsense so you’d get our attention! “I told you, Grandpa Eliel! We can never trust conmen like these!

It was sitting in the marble pen holder. I picked it up. It felt heavy. It was a beautiful pen. It was made of sterling silver and had a small diamond on the clip. I turned it over in my hand. I noticed something strange. There was a tiny hole near the top of the cap. It was smaller than a pinhead. I looked closer. I had seen pens like this before. They weren't for writing. They were for gathering information. My heart started to beat fast. I didn't look at Chloe. I kept my head down. I unscrewed the cap of the pen. Inside, there was no ink. There was only a small, green circuit board and a tiny microphone. It was a digital recording device.

I wave a brief good night over my shoulder and continue down the street. A strange intuition gnaws at my gut. I sense that Todd wasn't actually talking about Quirell when he asked if Florence had told me something. Florence had seemed like she was hiding something important, too. I drive back to the estate. As I enter the living room, Penny rises off the couch. Her severely made-up face looks pasty and pale in the light. She is still wearing the thick foam brace around her neck, giving her an absurd, alien-like posture. Irene is standing beside her. "Mom, please . . ." she pleads.

“What? How so?” I pull my bag around to dig out the paper I’d found with the instructions on where to find the penny and hand it to him. “Huh.” He says as his eyes flick over it. “Lucky you, I guess.” He hands the paper back and I tuck it away into my bag again. “Unlucky for whoever made the screw up, since you know.” He taps at his own body cam, reminding me it was on camera, me finding the note and the penny soon after. I found myself actually feeling a little worried at the realization, because what if they used it as an excuse to not advance me to the next round? Worse, what if they found out someone had screwed up and fired them because of it?

No one gets to ogle at what is mine. “Give me some more,” I heard a familiar voice and turned around to see Penny standing before a cook with her plate held out. “There is no more,” the cook replied rudely. Penny rose on her tip-toes to have a peek at the BBQ. Her eyes turned round when she saw pieces of meat sizzling. “You are lying?” she called him out with a very displeased scowl. “Scram, little girl. I don’t have more for you,” the cook hissed at her. I walked over to them.