Oliver B. Bomble, a gentleman of independent wealth, and his good friend Ocelot delve into the mystery of a mighty giant on a mission to set things straight in the world. The story is published in daily installments and will run until Election Day. All previous installments can be found below the current episode.
“There’s a follower of yours,” Ocelot whispered to his companion. “Talk to him and make him happy.”
Barribal eyed him suspiciously, but then made his decision and approached the two police officials with a bit of a swagger.
“I happened to overhear that you’d like to meet the mighty Barribal,” he said in his squeaky voice. “Well, your wish has come true. He is standing right in front of you!”
The captain looked left and right trying to make sense of what he just heard, but then straightened his back and clenched his jaw while the inspector burst into a hearty belly laugh.
“That’s a good one,” he hiccupped. “Our little friend here is trying to play a prank on us. Now there’s a sense of humor for you!”
“Nothing sense of humor about it,” growled the chief. “This little punk is taking us for fools. That’s what happens when the police are kept from doing their legitimate job: law and order break down. And stop your giggling, Sherson. That’s an order!”
The dwarf abandoned his effort to sweep this particular group off its feet. He seemed to shrink by a size or two, if that were even possible, and hastily walked on.
“That’s a setback,” thought Ocelot, who quickly went after him. “I had counted on a Barribal believer to come to his senses when he saw his leader in true proportions, but I don’t believe that’s what happened here.”
The dwarf hobbled on with a somber look on his face. The encounter with the police had not given him much of a lift, as evidenced by his uncertain gait and pathetic muttering.
“This is not working out,” thought Ocelot. “But I do have to convince Barribal supporters that their leader is not a giant. Maybe I’ll be more successful with the next one.”
That’s when he noticed Jobes, the valet, walking down the street with a suitcase in his hand during regular work hours. He greeted him with surprise.
“Did you resign?” he asked.
“Yes, indeed, by your leave,” the manservant informed him. “It was all getting a bit much. Even someone with my position in life has rights. The mighty Barribal has helped me see that. He has opened my eyes, if you will.”
“Well, that’s perfect timing, then,” said Ocelot. “Do you know who is standing right before you, Jobes? The mighty Barribal himself! He would like to address you personally.”
The servant cast a glance at Ocelot’s companion and his expression froze. He then made ready to move on.
“That’s disappointing of you, young Master,” he said quietly as he pulled his coat straight. “Making jokes at the expense of a smallish person, as well as of me during challenging times. It’s quite deplorable!”
Translation Copyright © 2014 by Adrian Meerman © Text and Images Toonder Company, Netherlands
‘Tales from the life of Olivier B. Bomble, gentleman,’ was serialized in Dutch newspapers for many years, and Squire Bomble, his good friend Ocelot and many others have become household names in the Netherlands. This is their first appearance in the US after the successful translation into English by Adrian Meerman, a Sparta resident.
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