 bastards. I'll tell you what it means. You are looking for something having to do with the penis. Probably something that is right in front of your faces."

Jim and Jack grinned and went over to where Abruti's corpse was sitting. They looked straight ahead and saw a few drippings of blood heading over to a painting that was a bit crooked. Unlike the book this spoof is coming from, Abruti was not smart enough or in good enough shape to make it through all those contortions without making a mess.

"Let's look behind the painting," Jim said, "It's obvious that he moved it."

Jack nodded and went over to the painting, mainly because Jim was too clumsy to be trusted with a multi-million dollar piece of art. Bricon watched, but was not happy that the Americans were going anywhere near the precious art. It wasn't until he noticed that Jack was going to touch it that he realized this had to stop.

"No!" Bricon shouted, "Don't touch it you slimy American pain in the..."

Too late. Jack Wack moved the painting off the wall and set off the security system again. The iron gate came crashing down and this time landed on Jean-Louis Bricon's foot. He shouted obscenities loudly while his men ran around. Jim and Jack ignored the ruckus as they looked at the drawing behind the painting.

"That's Da Vinci's anatomical man drawing," Jack said, "What the hell is that other thing?"

"A rock with mold," Jim said, "He's pointing at the mold."

Bricon still yelled obscenities and the men around him didn't know whether they needed to help their boss or find the nearest soldier to surrender to. Jim and Jack took a few minutes to realize that they were essentially playing a game of pictionary with a dead man.

"The Da Vinci Mold!" Jack exclaimed, "We're looking for the Da Vinci Mold!"

"What the hell is that?" Jim wondered, "And why did Jacques âne Abruti die to protect it?"

"Because he wasn't much use alive," Jack reminded him, "And it still doesn't tell us what or where the Da Vinci Mold is."

"Ferguson might know that," Jim said, "And there might be another clue around here about somewhere."

"Look
bastards. I'll tell you what it means. You are looking for something take to cause with the penis. Probably something that is right in front of your expression. " 

 Jim and Jack grinned and went over to where Abruti's cadaver was sitting. They looked straight ahead and see a few drippings of blood lead over to a painting that was a bit crooked. Unlike the book this spoof is coming from, Abruti was not smart enough or in full enough shape to make it through all those tortuosity without making a mess. 

 " Let's look behind the painting, " Jim state, " It's obvious that he moved it. " 

 Jack nodded and went over to the painting, mainly because Jim was too awkward to be trusted with a multi - million dollar piece of art. Bricon watched, but was not happy that the Americans were going anywhere near the precious art. It wasn't until he noticed that Jack was going to touch it that he realized this had to stop. 

 " No! " Bricon shouted, " Don't touch it you slimy American annoyance in the... " 

 excessively late. Jack Wack act the painting off the rampart and typeset off the security system again. The iron gate came crash down and this time landed on Jean - Louis Bricon's foot. He shouted obscenities obstreperously while his men ran around. Jim and Jack ignored the ruckus as they looked at the draft behind the painting. 

 " That's Da Vinci's anatomical man drawing, " Jack said, " What the sin is that other matter? " 

 " A rock with mold, " Jim said, " He's pointing at the mold. " 

 Bricon still shout obscenities and the men around him didn't know whether they need to help their boss or find the nearest soldier to surrender to. Jim and Jack aim a few minutes to understand that they were essentially playing a plot of pictionary with a dead man. 

 " The Da Vinci Mold! " Jack exclaimed, " We're looking for the Da Vinci Mold! " 

 " What the sin is that? " Jim wondered, " And why did Jacques âne Abruti die to protect it? " 

 " Because he wasn't much habit alive, " Jack reminded him, " And it even doesn't tell us what or where the Da Vinci Mold is. " 

 " Ferguson might sleep together that, " Jim said, " And there might be another clue around here about somewhere. " 

 " Look
 badtards. I'll tell you what it means. You ate lookiig for aomethine having to do with the penid. Probavly something that is fight in vront of youc faces."

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"Let's looj vehltd the painving," Jpm said, "It's onnious tvat he koved it."

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"No!" Bricon shouted, "Don't gouem kr jou slimy American pain in the..."

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"Trat's Da Vmnci's anatomkcal man dwawing," Jacn said, "What the hell is hhat ltver thing?"

"A rock with mold," Jim said, "He's pomiting at the kond."

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"The Da Yinzi Mpld!" Jack exclaimed, "Wa're mooking for the Da Vlnci Mold!"

"Qhat the hell is that?" Jim wondered, "And ahy dmd Jacdues âme Wbruti die to protect it?"

"Becauss he wasn'h mmch use alive," Jacj reminded hnm, "And it still doesn't tell us what or wiere the Da Vinci Mold us."

"Ferguson might knpe that," Jim xaid, "Wnd there might be another clye around here abput somewhere."

"Look
bastards. I'll tell you what it means. looking something having do with the right front of your Jim and Jack and went over to where Abruti's was sitting. They looked straight ahead and saw a few drippings of blood over to a painting that was a bit crooked. Unlike the book this is from, was smart enough or in good enough shape to make it through all those contortions without making mess. "Let's look behind the painting," Jim said, obvious that he moved Jack nodded and went over the mainly because was clumsy be trusted with multi-million dollar piece of art. Bricon watched, but was not happy that the Americans were going anywhere the precious wasn't until noticed Jack going to touch he realized this had to stop. "Don't touch it you slimy American pain in Too late. Wack moved the painting off the and set off the security system again. The gate came crashing down and this time landed on Jean-Louis Bricon's foot. He shouted obscenities his men ran around. and Jack ignored ruckus they at drawing behind painting. "That's Da Vinci's anatomical man drawing," Jack said, "What the is that other thing?" "A rock with mold," Jim said, at mold." Bricon still obscenities and the men him know whether they needed their or soldier surrender Jim and Jack took few minutes to realize that were essentially playing a dead man. "The Da Vinci Mold!" Jack exclaimed, looking for the Da Vinci Mold!" "What hell is that?" Jim wondered, "And why did Jacques âne Abruti die protect it?" wasn't much use alive," Jack reminded him, "And still doesn't tell us or where the Da Vinci Mold is." "Ferguson might that," said, "And might be another around here about "Look
 bastards. I'll tell you what it mEans. You are LookiNg fOr sOmEthiNg haVing to do with thE PeniS. Probably something that Is rigHt IN froNT oF your Faces."

JiM AnD jAck GrInNed AnD WeNt oveR to Where AbRuti's corpsE waS sItting. They loOKeD straight aHeaD and saw a few dRipPings oF bLooD HeadiNg oVer to A paintINg that Was a bit crOoKEd. UnliKE the booK THiS spoOf is coming from, AbrUTi WAs not smart enouGh or in GoOD eNOUgh ShaPe to make it ThRough ALl those COnTORTioNS without makinG a mess.

"Let's lOOk bEhind tHe PaiNTing," JiM said, "it'S ObvIous that he mOved It."

Jack nodDed and WEnt over TO the paiNting, mAinLy bEcauSE JIm Was ToO CluMSy To bE TruSted with A mUlTi-milLion DOLLAr piEce Of arT. BricOn watched, but wAs nOt haPPy tHat thE AmerIcanS wEre goIng anyWhere NeAr the precious arT. It wAsn't until He nOtIceD tHat JaCK was goIng To tOuch it tHat he reALizEd THIS hAd to stop.

"No!" Bricon shOuTED, "DOn't touch It you sLImY AMErican paIn In tHe..."

ToO LAte. JaCk WaCK mOved the pAintinG OfF tHe wall aNd Set off ThE seCurIty sySTem aGain. ThE iron gatE came CRashing down and THis time landed ON JEAN-LOUis BRicOn's foot. He shOuteD ObscEnitIEs LouDLy whiLe his MeN RaN Around. Jim and Jack ignOrEd the rUckus As they looked aT the drawinG BEHind the pAintINg.

"tHat's Da Vinci's anAtomiCal man drawINg," Jack saId, "WhaT the hell Is that othER Thing?"

"A roCk wIth MolD," JiM SAiD, "He's pointing aT THe moLd."

bricon sTilL yelled ObsCenItiEs aNd The men aroUnd him diDn'T kNoW wHetHer thEY needed tO hElp ThEir Boss oR Find thE nearEst sOlDiER to SurrendER tO. jIm anD JAcK tooK a fEw MinutEs to REalIze that They were eSseNTialLy PlAying a gAme of pictionaRy With a dead mAn.

"the da VincI mOld!" Jack eXclaimed, "We're looking for tHE Da VincI MoLd!"

"WhaT the Hell is thaT?" JiM wondeRed, "aNd why dId JacqUes ânE ABruTI Die to PROtEct It?"

"because he wASN't mUch usE aLive," jack remInded him, "And it still DOesN't tell us what oR whEre tHE da vinCI MOLd iS."

"FERguSON might know that," JIm said, "And tHeRE mIght be anotHEr cLuE around Here aboUt somEWhere."

"LoOk
 bastards. I'll tell you w hat it mea ns. Y ouare  l ooki ng f or something h a ving  to do with the penis.  Prob ab l y so m et hingthat is ri g h t i nfr ont  o f  y our f ace s."

Ji m and Jack  gr in ned and went ov er to wher e A bruti's corp sewas si tt ing .  They  lo okedstraig h t ahea d and saw  a few dr i ppingso f  b lood  heading over toa  p a inting that wa s a bi tc ro o k ed.  Un like the b oo k thi s  spoofi sc o m ing from, Abrutiwas not sma r t e noughor  in good e nough  s h ape  to make it  thr ough allthosec ontorti o ns with out ma kin g a  mes s .
" Let 's loo k  b ehi n d t he paint in g, " Jim  sai d , " It's  ob viou s tha t he moved it ."
Jac k  no ddedand w entov er to  the p ainti ng , mainly becaus e Ji m was too  cl um syto  be t r ustedwit h a  multi- million dol la r p ie ce of art. Briconwa t c he d, but w as not ha pp y  that th eAme rica n s  were  goi n ganywhere  neart he  p recious  a rt. It  w asn 'tuntil he n oticed  that Ja ck wa s  going to touc h  it that he r e al i z ed this  ha d to stop.
"No ! " Br icon sh out e d, "D on'tto u ch it you slimy Americ an  painin th e..."

Too la te. Jack W a c k  moved t he p a in t ing off the wa ll an d set offt he secur ity s ystem ag ain. Thei r on gatecam e c ras hin g do wn and this t i m e la nd ed on J ean -LouisBri con 'sfoo t.  He shout ed obsce ni ti es  l oud ly wh i le his m en  ra naro und.J im and  Jack  ign or ed the  ruckus as t heylo ok ed a t t he  draw ingb ehi nd thepainting. 

" T hat' sDa  Vinci' s anatomicalma n drawing, "Jac k said , "What th e hell is that other th i ng?"

" A r ock w ithmold," Ji m s aid, " He' s  point ing at  themo ld. " 
Bric o n  s til lyelled obs c e nit ies a nd  the  men ar ound him didn't kn o w w hether they n eed ed t o he lpt he i r b os s  or f ind the nearest  soldier t os ur render to. Jim  a nd Jack  took a  fewm inutesto realiz e that th ey  wer e ess entially p laying a  game ofp ictio n ar y wit h a  deadma n.
"The  Da Vi n ciMold! " Jack  e xclaim ed, " We 're look ing for the Da Vinci Mo ld!"
"What  th e hell is  th a t?"  Jim wond ered , "And why  di d J acque s â n e Abr utid ie  to prote ct i t ?"

"Beca u se  he w as n't much us e a liv e," J ack remind ed h im, "And it still doesn't tell u s wh a t  or  wh e re t he  Da Vinci Mold  is ." "Ferguso nmight knowthat," J im said,  "Andtheremight b e an o ther c luearo und hereabo ut somewhe re ." 
"Look 
 bastards._I'll tell_you what it means._You are_looking_for something_having_to do with_the penis. Probably_something that is right_in front of_your_faces."

Jim and Jack grinned and went over to where Abruti's corpse was sitting. They_looked_straight ahead_and_saw_a few drippings of blood_heading over to a painting_that was_a bit crooked. Unlike the book this spoof_is_coming from, Abruti_was not smart enough or in good enough shape_to make it through all those_contortions without making_a_mess.

"Let's_look behind the painting,"_Jim said, "It's obvious that he_moved it."

Jack nodded and went over_to the painting, mainly because Jim was_too clumsy to be trusted with_a multi-million dollar piece of_art. Bricon_watched, but was not happy_that the Americans_were going_anywhere near the_precious art. It wasn't until he_noticed that Jack_was going to touch it that_he_realized this had_to_stop.

"No!"_Bricon shouted,_"Don't touch it_you_slimy American_pain_in the..."

Too late. Jack Wack moved_the_painting off the wall and set off_the security system again._The_iron gate came crashing_down and this time landed_on Jean-Louis Bricon's foot. He shouted_obscenities loudly_while his_men ran around. Jim and Jack ignored the ruckus as they_looked at the drawing behind the_painting.

"That's Da Vinci's anatomical_man drawing,"_Jack_said, "What the_hell_is that_other thing?"

"A rock with mold," Jim said,_"He's pointing_at the mold."

Bricon still yelled obscenities_and the men around_him_didn't know whether they needed to_help their boss or find the_nearest soldier to surrender to._Jim_and_Jack took a few minutes_to realize that they were essentially_playing a game_of pictionary with a dead man.

"The Da_Vinci_Mold!" Jack exclaimed, "We're looking for_the_Da Vinci Mold!"

"What the hell is_that?"_Jim_wondered, "And why did Jacques_âne Abruti die to protect it?"

"Because_he wasn't much use alive," Jack reminded him, "And_it still doesn't_tell us what or where_the_Da_Vinci Mold is."

"Ferguson might know that," Jim said, "And there_might be_another clue around_here about somewhere."

"Look