As Angry Daz Lay Breathless, Broken And Shattered On The Floor Of His Captors Hideout, Hoping That He Could Die, His Adoptive Father, The Parts Dept Manager, Back At Angry Daz,s Home Had Just Parked His Car And Was Whistling Merrily Into Work, Happily Unaware Of What Was Unfolding Before Him. He Switched His Kettle On And Got Ready To Make His Early Morning Cup Of Tea, But Noticed That There Was A Very Subdued Atmosphere Among The Staff. Suspecting That Something Was Wrong, He Asked One Of The Mechanics What Was Going On, But Not Wanting To Say Anything, The Mechanic Told The Parts Dept Manager To Go And Speak To The Service Reception Clerk.
Angry Daz Was Missing, Was The Answer, But The Parts Dept Manager Just Said, He Will Be Back Shortly, He Has Probably Gone To Woolworths To Talk To The Cindy Doll He Has Set His Sights On, Or He Has Gone To The Newsagents To Buy His Copy Of Readers Wives To Read Down On The Boat Platform, While He Feeds The Ducks.
The Parts Dept Manager, Got On With His Work, Ordering Parts,For The Work To Be Done, Temporarily Forgetting That Angry Daz Was Missing, But By The Time He Decided To Make His Next Cup Of Tea, He Was Starting To Get A Little Bit Concerned About Angry Daz, He Should Have Been Back, Long Before Now. Even If He Had Managed To Get Off With The Cindy Doll, He Would Not Have Taken So Long.
The Search Was On, As All The Staff Were Ordered To Search Every Inch Of The Garage, Just In Case He Had Fallen Asleep In A Corner Somewhere, But To No Avail. The Parts Dept Manager, Meanwhile, Was Searching In All The Places That He Knew Angry Daz Liked To Visit, Including Tyne Green Toilets, Where He Used To Hang Out. Angry Daz Was Not To Be Found, And Everybody Became Deeply Concerned About Him.
Thinking Of Informing The Authorities, The Parts Dept Manager Decided To Give It A Little While Longer, While He Opened His Mail. As Always, Most Of The Mail Was Unaddressed Junk Mail, But When He Opened The Plain Brown Envelope, He Could Feel His Legs Starting To Go Weak, And His Eyes Fill Up With Tears, As He Realised That Angry Daz Had Been Kidnapped. There Was A Kidnap Note And A Picture Of His Little Man, Blindfolded, And Looking Terrified, Under The Flag Of The ACES, The Anti-Cartman Execution Squads, Northern Command. "A Platoon". No Contact Details Were Sent, And No Demands To Be Met, The Parts Dept Manager Was Left In A State Of Absolute Shock, Wondering Why His Little Man Had Been Taken.
As The Note Threatened To Do Awfull Things To Angry Daz, He Broke Down Over His Counter, Knowing That If He Contacted The Police, Angry Daz Would End Up As Eel Bait. Wiping The Tears From His Eyes, He Picked Himself Up And Decided That If They Were All To Get Through What Was Coming, In The Pending, And Inevitable Dark Days, HE Had To Be The Strongest Of Them All. Angry Daz Was His Priority, And He Had To Do All In His Power To Get Him Home Safely.