The Cache Is Not at the Above
Coordinates
Boris Badenov, accompanied by his lovely accomplice
Natasha Fatale, set off towards the north, searching for the
treasure that had eluded them for more than 12 years. Both reeked with excitement but it
was Boris whose head was like a balloon embellished to the point of
eruption at the thought of discovering the fortune which they
believed should be theirs. They couldn’t stop thinking
of what they might find. They wondered if Fartster, Fudgemut and
Fostersnot – the newest treasure
hunters in town – were putting on their wide width Reeboks at
this very moment and getting ready to try and beat them to the
booty. There
wasn’t time to get distracted with silly thoughts
(they’d already wasted more than 30 minutes), so they grabbed
their two knapsacks filled with all the gadgets they would surely
need to accomplish their mission. Natasha looked like an
acrobat wobbling on a tightrope as she tried to move. Boris came running over mumbling
smart remarks under his breath along the way. When he reached out to give her an
obligatory hand, a frustrated Natasha snapped in a huff,
“I’ve got it,” pushed his hand away, flung her
nose high in the air and stormed off in a fast stride determined to
lead the way.
It was 1961, a year
filled with such amazing events and opportunities for adventure
that some people just couldn’t understand their odd
fascination in finding the prize. They trampled the ground
beneath them for another four miles then swiftly ventured west into
the hinterlands. After
two miles, Boris saw a curious formation in the distance and when
the sun shined just right, he swore he saw something
glisten. When that
happened, his tummy started flittering like a moth re-establishing
itself on top of a bright light. As he moved closer another six
feet, he saw more than seven shrubs in the formation of a maze,
rodents surely lurking underneath the scrub. Boris stood there for a few
minutes taking it all in long enough to analyze roadblocks they may
encounter if they forged ahead into the unknown. By this time, Natasha caught up
with him and was huffing and puffing from the eight mile
hike. She started
rambling on about what seemed like nonsense, babbling like an
overflowing brook.
Although Boris had been walking on eggshells ever since Natasha
became annoyed with him at the beginning of the journey, he’d
had enough of Natasha’s chatter. He tried to bite his lip, but
couldn’t stand it any longer and shouted out
“Sharrup you
mouth!” At
that, they both just stared, Natasha still catching her
breath. Boris tried to
remember all the things that Fearless Leader had taught him, but it
still felt daunting and unachievable. They were pooped, they knew it,
but they knew they couldn’t wait too much longer and that
soon, inertia must thrust them forward towards their only chance to
find the riches and plunder that brought them to this
point. They
couldn’t give up now, not after coming this far. Not wanting to throw in the towel,
but not knowing what else to do, they each took a deep breath,
grabbed hold of their shady maps and knapsacks and started to make
their move.
Raskolnikov!
You Might Find This Website Interesting:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Badenov
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Congratulations to Purple Paws for First to Find . .
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Congratulations to the Raven and Burt Gummer for Second to Find . .
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HUGE KUDOS to all of you for the exceptional tenacity and drive
exhibited
to solve this puzzle and find this cache!!
A special thanks to the Raven for his well-thought-out
newsletter.
If you haven’t seen the link, take a few minutes as
it’s a must-read
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Happy Hunting!