Charlie Danger: Private Detective

Charlie Danger, Private Detective is a parody of the old 1950's detective stories. Charlie gets involved with a mysterious blonde bombshell and is dragged into the plot to build the New World Order. The dead bodies of our Founding Fathers start showing up, then bullets start flying and bombs start going off.

Charlie teams up with Shurelock Homes, John Wayne, Bruce Lee, Calamity Jane and Lassie. He encounters Willie Nelson, George Carlin, Patrick Henry, George Washington and Superman among others. He does battle with George W. Bush, George H. W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Barack Obama, Al Gore and Ben Bernanke.

And who, disguised as Barney Fife, the Elephant Man, Ma and Pa Kettle, Ziggy Stardust, Mr. Moto, Julia Child and the Hunchback of Notre Dame; fights a never-ending battle for truth, justice, and the American way!

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Excerpt:

It was a cold, windy day as I sat behind my desk in my cozy little office waiting for a phone to ring that lately, hadn't been ringing enough. I sat staring blankly at the wall listening to the sultry sound of the sax player down the hall practicing for his next weekend's gig. I was trying to decide if I should get up and fix myself yet another drink.

Suddenly, the door burst open and a beautiful blonde bombshell in a fancy evening dress that fit just right in just the right places strolled into the room. She stood there in her spiked heels looking utterly gorgeous and at the same time, a little bit dangerous.

I say dangerous because in her pretty little hand was a great, big, 38 caliber snub-nosed Smith and Wesson and the business end was pointing right at my ticker.

"Are you Charlie Danger?"

"That all depends baby." I said. "What's up with all the firepower?"

She looked at me with a perfect set of great, big, blue-green eyes.

"It's a precaution Mr. Danger." Her voice was low and sexy. "I'm a little nervous lately." "Maybe we ought to talk about it." I said as I gestured toward a chair. "Sit yourself down beautiful."

Making sure to keep the barrel of that .38 pointed right at my heart, she slowly seated herself down, crossing her legs. Those were some legs too, shaped just right and wrapped in nylon.