Chapter 3: Winky, Squallshy, and the Big Bang
Chapter 3: Winky, Squallshy, and the Big Bang The morning after Dutch’s Finest had been thoroughly “field-tested,” Castle Lodge Maynooth looked like the aftermath of a music festival. Garlic chip cartons were scattered like confetti, Susan’s traffic cone crown sat lopsided on the jukebox, and WhizzAir Winky was still snoring under a table with a menu draped across his face like a blanket. But Sgt. Salty had no time for hangovers. Today wasn’t just about pints and prosecco — today was about firepower. Reinforcements Arrive By noon, two more misfits had rolled into Maynooth to join the chaos. Winky (not to be confused with WhizzAir Winky, though the resemblance in chaos was uncanny) had brought with him a backpack full of mystery “training gadgets” that looked suspiciously like they’d been stolen from a toy shop. Funji Squallshy , the wildcard of the crew, drifted in looking like he’d wandered out of a storm cloud. With hair that defied gravity and a hoodie that seemed ...