The Sandman Scheme While the Wonder Duo Dreams
Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 1:16 am
The Sandman Schemes While The Wonder Duo Dreams. Part I
Twenty four year old Jennifer Sampson seemed to have the world at her feet. The tall, buxom blonde has had success as a pop singer, model, and actress and dated a veritable who's who of male celebrities. For all her fame and sucess, she did have a rather well known problem: insomnia. After visiting the leading specialists worldwide with little help, Jennifer was referred to a relatively unknown Gotham City doctor that was said to specialize in sleep disorders. Her trusted friend and personal assistant, Tiffani Meyers, recommonded this Dr. Somnabula of Gotham City upon their arrival for Jennifer's Gotham concert. After hearing Tiffani return with glowing reports of this miracle doctor, Jennifer Sampson quickly made an appointment.
At the downtown Gotham offices of sleep pathologist, Dr. Somnambula, preparations were being made for Ms. Sampson's arrival. The good doctor was a handsome middle-aged man in a clean white doctor's smock and white slacks. The distinguished Dr. Somnambula was flanked by two pale gentlemen in the oddest of outfits, long nightshirts with nightcaps. In addition to their odd apparel, both men were oddly shaped with bags under their sleepy eyes. The one they called 'Nap' was short and portly while the other, 'Snooze,' was tall and skinny. Joining them was a voluptous blonde bombshell in a very tight white nurse's uniform. The uniform top was was too low cut and the skirt was far too short to pass muster in a normal doctor's office and this young lady was practically falling out of this revealing outfit. In Dr. Somnambula's office, she was called Sandi, but she was better known in criminal circles as 'Sleeping Beauty.' The assemblage of cartoonish characters meant only one thing...Dr. Somnambula was none other than the famous European supervillain Sandman.
"What do you plan to once Ms. Sampson arrives, Sandman?," asked the curious Nap. "How are you going to get her to sign over her vast fortune?"
"Patience, my sleepwalking sidekick," Sandman countered. "After placing Ms. Tiffani Meyers under my spell, I knew she'd give Dr. Somnambula a glowing recommendation to the lovely Jennifer Sampson."
"Is she gonna fork all that cash over today?," inquired the dim-witted Snooze.
"Fool...once Ms. Sampson enjoys relaxing moments of deep sleep, I will be her savior and personal physician," Sandman hissed. "Once our sleep deprived pop diva falls deeply under my control, then the bilking of her vast fortune will commense in earnest."
"Yeah, take all the time ya want," cackled the gum chewing nurse, Sandi. "You think the IADC hasn't been tracking our movements since we arrived in Gotham?"
"Ah, my green with envy beauty, do not fear as Ms. Sampson could never fill my heart as you do, my sleeping beauty," Sandman purred. "And for this IADC, I'm well aware that they are watching my every move. In fact, they have dispatched their top agent for this case...a strikingly lovely raven haired goddess named..."
"Diana Prince!," interrupted the angered Sandi, angry her boss is so smitten with not one but two other women. "Don't think you're so smart, Sandman. Remember, wherever Diana Prince goes, Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl don't seem to be far behind."
"Not to worry, sweet Sandi," boasted the aloof Sandman, "since the beautiful Ms. Prince has been watching me, I have taken the time to watch her. Now that I know where the IADC has been hiding her, a special delivery in one it's way to to our pretty little secret agent. Once the delightful Diana Prince is under my spell, I'll have my own perfect little 'sleeper' inside the IADC."
"Why didn't you tell us about this, Sandman?," inquired the surprised Nap.
"Because the less you two knew, the less chance they was that you could mess it up," spat the indignant European supervillain. "Now Nap and Snooze, you two should be off to the apartment where Ms. Prince is staying. Take the mattress truck and bring her back to the office. Sandi and I will take care of Jennifer Sampson's scheduled appointment."
Moments later, in the off campus apartment of her younger sister, Drusilla, Diana Prince (a/k/a Wonder Woman) was gathering as much information as she could find of the past crimes of the sinister Sandman. The IADC files she accessed on her laptop were quite extensive, but the Sandman's travels throughout the European Union made it difficult to get a complete picture. Belgian officials had one file on his aliases and schemes, while the French and English authorities had completely different information. Trying to connect these incomplete pieces of this confounding puzzle tested Diana's considerable intellect and her infinite patience.
Diana sat at the kitchen table, referencing and cross-referencing files on her computer. Her lovely blue eyes, behind a pair less than flattering glasses, strained as she had spent too many hours staring at the small laptop screen. Diana was using her sister's place to get some peace and quiet away from her downtown apartment. Since Drusilla was busy with her classes and other activities as a student at Gotham State University, Dru was rarely home to interrupt Diana's work. Clad in a simple tank top and skimpy shorts, Diana looked as if she had not even changed out of what she normally wore to bed. Her bodacious amazon body, highlighted perfectly in the satin tights she wore as Wonder Woman, was well showcased in the clothes she wore around the house. The raven haired beauty was deep in concentration when a loud knock was heard at the door.
"Huh?," gasped the startled Diana, "probably one of Dru's friends."
Diana bounced up from her chair and walked over to the front door. She cautiously spied the person outside through the peephole and saw a young man in a courier's outfit. The courier knocked again, but this time requested a specific person.
"Diana Prince?," the courier boomed. "Is there a Diana Prince there?"
Diana was concerned and more than a little cautious. No one, beside the head of the IADC, Steve Trevor, knew where she was staying. She kept the door locked, preferring to conduct this conversion safely behind the closed door.
"What do you want?," asked Diana, still keeping a close eye on the young man at the door through the small peephole.
"I have a package for Diana Prince," barked the impatient courier. "A package from a Mr. Steve Trevor."
"Just leave it at the door, please," ordered the ever cautious Diana. "I just got out of the shower."
"Fine," huffed the courier as he left the package at the door step and departed.
Diana watched the delivery boy leave the package and disappear out of view. She did feel a small sense of relief hearing that Steve had sent the package, but Diana wasn't convinced all was well. Diana opened the door slightly and retrieved the package, about the size of a shoe box, wrapped in basic brown wrapping. She carefully removed the brown paper and slowly opened the box to see it contained a book with a note taped to the cover. The book was 'The Interpretation of Dreams' by Sigmund Freud and the attached note bore a simple short message.
"Hope this helps with your research," the note read, "Best Wishes, Steve."
"Hmmm, that's strange," Diana thought to herself as she looked at the thick, leather bound book, "there is nothing in the Sandman's files about Freud. I wonder what Steve has stumbled upon back in Washington D.C."
With her curiousity aroused, Diana opened the book. Unfortunately for her, Diana didn't hear the hissing sound before opening the book in front of her lovely face. This was no book, after all, but a well placed Sandman trap. The book cover was an empty shell containing a smoke bomb that was activated once the 'book' was opened. From the open pages spewed a thick plume of white knockout gas, flooding the face and senses of the unsuspecting IADC agent. After a short fit of coughing and a soft groan, the mind-numbing effects of the sleeping gas overtook our surprised amazon. Her eyes rolled back as the booby-trapped book fell from her hands. Just as the smoke around her face was starting to clear, Diana's eyes closed and her limp body collapsed to the floor in a heap. The sleepy mist lingered in the air as Diana slept peacefully on the floor of Dru's apartment.
As Diana dozed, Nap and Snooze arrived as instructed out front of the apartment complex right by the Gotham State U. campus. Clad in the coveralls worn by movers, the henchmen looked like mattress deliverymen as they advanced toward Dru's apartment. Nap carried a sack as he pushed at the door where the Sandman told him he would find a sleepy Diana Prince.
"Nice, this agent gal left the door open for us," commented Nap as he was able to simply push the front door of the apartment without breaking the lock.
"She must have been so tired that she forgot to lock the door," giggled Snooze as he looked inside the apartment to see the IADC agent they were ordered to retrieve sleeping peacefully at their feet.
"Quickly, let's load her in this sleeping bag and get her back to the mattress truck before anyone sees us," ordered Nap as he closed the door behind them to discourage any nosey neighbors.
Nap and Snooze scooped up the slumbering amazon and slid her shapely bod into the sleeping bag. Once Diana was safely inside the 'nap'sack, Nap and Snooze exited the apartment and spirited her away into the awaiting mattress truck.
"Wow, seems like these secret government agents are getting prettier," laughed the amused Snooze as he carefully set the bagged Diana onto the mattress covered floor for the van.
"You said it, she's a real knockout," joked Nap as he closed the back doors of the truck and raced to the front for the short drive back to Dr. Somnambula's office.
As Nap and Snooze were spiriting Diana back to the office, Jennifer Sampson was arriving for her scheduled appointment with Dr. Somnambula. Pulling a scarf away from her face, Jennifer revealed her lovely face and long mane of blonde hair. Standing in the receptionist area, Nurse Sandi walked in from the back to greet the new patient.
"Yes, Miss?," Sandi asked, feigning ignorance. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm Jennifer Sampson," whispered the shy pop star. "I have an appointment with Dr. Somnambula."
"Ah, yes, of course," stammered Nurse Sandi, "I didn't recognize you with that scarf over your face."
"Well, the press follows me everywhere," Jennifer explained. "Sometimes I have to hide my face if I want to be left alone."
"Of course," nodded Sandi with a reassuring smile, "the doctor will see you now."
Jennifer clad in a stylish, but sexy, black business casual suit bounced down to hallway to the doctor's examination room. Inside, she found a plain white room with a comfy reclining chair. The handsome, distinguished Dr. Somnambula was anticipating her arrival.
"Ms. Sampson, so glad you chose to come by," cooed the Sandman. "Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable. Your assistant briefed me on your problems getting a good night's rest and I believe I can help." "Oh Doctor," Jennifer sighed as she sat down in the plush leather chair, "I've had trouble getting a good night's sleep for the last four years. It's affecting my work, my moods, my relationships...I've tried everything..."
"Shhh...I completely understand," whispered Dr. Somnambula in a soft and comforting voice. "Please, just relax for a moment and let me give you a quick examination."
"An examination?," replied the confused blonde beauty.
"Yes, pressure points at the temples are so often the source of these troubles," explained the sinister Sandman as he drew closer to the seated starlet, grabbing the infamous stethescope he wore around his neck. "Now close your eyes..."
Jennifer did just as the doctor ordered, closing her eyes and relaxing in the comfortable chair. A sly smile crossed the Sandman's smug face as he placed the business end of the stethescope under the unsuspecting nose of the beautiful insomniac. Before Jennifer realized what was happening, a small blast of white powder shot from the stethescope into her face. The white powder left a residue on her nose and upper lip as she let out a small gasp. Jennifer was now, if even so briefly, under the control of Sandman's sleeping sand.
"Ms. Sampson?," asked Sandman. "Can you hear me?"
"Yes...yes, I can hear you," whispered the brainwashed beauty in a monotone voice. Her lovely blue eyes opened slightly, looking drowsy, as she answered.
"Very good," commented the Sandman, "all you know right now is that when I awaken you, you will feel as if you have had the most restful nap you have every had...and it was I, Dr. Somnambula, that made that possible. Do you understand?"
"Yes...I understand," Jennifer replied softly with no emotion, with a mesmerzied look on her face.
"Fine, you will speak to your people about my skills and tell them that you will not perform again unless I am retained as your personal physician," commanded the Sandman. "When you return to my office tomorrow at 11:00 am, you will bring your business manager along as well. Understood?"
"Understood," was the wooden, emotionless reply.
"Now, when I clap my hands, you will awaken refreshed," ordered the evil doctor, "and you will remember everything I have told you."
The dazed Jennifer Sampson simply nodded as Dr. Somnambula brushed the remaining sleeping sand from her face and clapped his hands.
"Ms. Sampson?," boomed the Sandman. "Are you back with us?"
"Yes...yes, I am," Jennifer exclaimed excitedly, now awakened from her hypnotized trance. "My goodness, How long was I asleep? I feel great. Its like I slept for ten hours."
"Well, it was more like five minutes actually," crowed the confident doctor, "but I was able to induce a little catnap."
"You're a miracle worker," gushed the appreciative pop diva. "I've never felt more well-rested, never felt more relaxed...I've seen the top specialists and you've done more in five minutes than they have done in three years."
"I'm glad I could help, Ms. Sampson," Dr. Somnambula said graciously.
"Help? You've done more than help," continued the rambling Jennifer. "You must work for me, travel with me, work as my personal physician. Name your price!"
"That's a tempting offer," reasoned the Sandman, "but my practice is here. Gotham is my home."
"I'll be back tomorrow, Dr. Somnambula," Jennifer noted forcefully, "and I'll bring my business manager. She handles all my affairs and oversees my entire staff. Once you see the offer we can make, I'm positive you'll change your mind."
"Ms. Sampson, I will see you tomorrow," Dr. Somnambula smiled, trying to hide his glee at the masterful brainwashing he had just performed. "But I doubt I can afford to leave my practice and go off on the road with you."
"You just wait and see, doctor," boasted a confident and grinning young blonde celebrity as she stood from the chair to leave. "And I just can't thank you enough."
"Please, Ms. Sampson," purred the sinister supervillain, "it was nothing."
Two hours later, Drusilla arrived back at her apartment after a long day of classes at Gotham State University. The twenty year old perky college student had only lived in the "man's world" for a couple of years, but she was adjusting well. The cute brunette marveled at the endless opportunities for fun and all the handsome boys she was surrounded by. Still naive and a bit boy crazy after living a much more sheltered existence on Paradise Island as the daughter of the Queen, her time with Diana felt more like parole than an extended vacation. Her classical education on the Island left her well prepared for college and her amazon training left her well prepared to fight crime as Wonder Girl.
The first thing Drusilla noticed as she arrived home was that the door had been left unlocked and her sister, Diana, was nowhere to be found.
"This isn't like Diana," Dru thought to herself, "just taking off and leaving the door unlocked."
She saw the IADC issue laptop in the same place on the kitchen table as when she left that morning. With concern growing, Dru spied an opened book on the floor. Upon further inspection, she saw that this was no ordinary book. The book was hollow inside and there was a faint sweet smell that could still be detected. Drusilla's concern turned to panic as she realized what that smell was.
"Chloroform...knockout gas," Dru gasped, "released in this rigged book. Someone kidnapped Diana!"
Drusilla looked around, very cautiously looking around her small apartment for any clues. Her well trained amazon mind raced at the possibilities.
"Diana was researching some European supervillain that set up shop in Gotham City," Drusilla thought to herself. "Someone who specialized in sleepy themed crimes..."
Suddenly Dru shot a look at Diana's laptop to see the computer was still lit up and one name seemed to jump from the screen.
"Dr. Somnambula...33657 East 167th St....Gotham City," she read aloud as an angry look crossed her cute face. "It looks like I'll have to pay him a visit...as Wonder Girl."
Diana awoke in the same chair Jennifer Sampson had sat in only an hour before. In the examination room of the sinister supervillain, the Sandman, she could see that she was joined by the bad doctor along with his nightshirted henchmen and his balloon-bod nurse. The chair had been modified a bit since Ms. Sampson left, metal cuffs extended from the arms of the chair to secure Ms. Prince's wrists and hold her in place. Diana tugged at the metal cuffs, but they would not budge. She looked at the crazed criminals eyeballing her closely as she sat helpless in her tight tank top and short shorts.
"Dr. Somnambula, I presume," Diana hissed, "or should I call you the Sandman?"
"Oh, a simple Doctor will suffice, Ms. Prince," the Sandman cooed confidently.
"What's the meaning of this?," demanded the angry Diana. "Why did you kidnap me?"
"With the IADC following me since my arrival in Gotham City," sandman explained, "I needed to take certain precautions."
"IADC?," gasped Diana in mock surprise, "What do I have to do with the IADC?"
"Please, spare me, Ms. Prince," sighed the insulted supervillain. "I didn't get where I did by allowing myself to be tracked by government agents...and, quite frankly, you are not as good as you think. I spotted you at the airport and had your full IADC dossier in my briefcase."
"Great, but I doubt you got where you did kidnapping agents in broad daylight," reasoned Diana. "The IADC will be looking for me as soon as I fail to check in."
"Yes, I did figure on that," Sandman continued, "but if you did your homework, you'll know that I usually have a mole, an informant on the inside, that clues me in to all their activities."
"No one on this assignment is in your pocket, Sandman," said a defiant Diana.
"No one yet, Diana," giggled the sinister Sandman. "Nap, Snooze, prepare Ms. Prince for a stethescopic examination."
Nap and Snooze closed in on Diana's sides and pulled her head back, holding it firmly in place. Diana strained to escape their grimy clutches, but she was still too weak from the sleeping gas attack earlier in the day.
"You think I'll help you?," grunted Diana, bound to the chair and held back under the weight of Sandman's henchmen. "I'll never betray the IADC."
"Young lady, you insolent behavior can only mean one thing," mocked the evil Sandman, drawing the sleeping sand stethescope forward and under the nose of the restrained amazon, "you need some sleep."
With that cryptic remark, a shower of white powder blasted forth into the face of the helpless Diana Prince. Her face went from defiant to complaint in mere moments as a drowsy numb look washed across her freshly powdered face. The dazed Wonder Woman, still acting in her civilian alter ego, was now under the Sandman's spell.
"The perfect 'sleeper' to infiltrate the IADC," the Sandman stated triumphantly, "and the perfect lure for Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl."
Part II coming soon...
Twenty four year old Jennifer Sampson seemed to have the world at her feet. The tall, buxom blonde has had success as a pop singer, model, and actress and dated a veritable who's who of male celebrities. For all her fame and sucess, she did have a rather well known problem: insomnia. After visiting the leading specialists worldwide with little help, Jennifer was referred to a relatively unknown Gotham City doctor that was said to specialize in sleep disorders. Her trusted friend and personal assistant, Tiffani Meyers, recommonded this Dr. Somnabula of Gotham City upon their arrival for Jennifer's Gotham concert. After hearing Tiffani return with glowing reports of this miracle doctor, Jennifer Sampson quickly made an appointment.
At the downtown Gotham offices of sleep pathologist, Dr. Somnambula, preparations were being made for Ms. Sampson's arrival. The good doctor was a handsome middle-aged man in a clean white doctor's smock and white slacks. The distinguished Dr. Somnambula was flanked by two pale gentlemen in the oddest of outfits, long nightshirts with nightcaps. In addition to their odd apparel, both men were oddly shaped with bags under their sleepy eyes. The one they called 'Nap' was short and portly while the other, 'Snooze,' was tall and skinny. Joining them was a voluptous blonde bombshell in a very tight white nurse's uniform. The uniform top was was too low cut and the skirt was far too short to pass muster in a normal doctor's office and this young lady was practically falling out of this revealing outfit. In Dr. Somnambula's office, she was called Sandi, but she was better known in criminal circles as 'Sleeping Beauty.' The assemblage of cartoonish characters meant only one thing...Dr. Somnambula was none other than the famous European supervillain Sandman.
"What do you plan to once Ms. Sampson arrives, Sandman?," asked the curious Nap. "How are you going to get her to sign over her vast fortune?"
"Patience, my sleepwalking sidekick," Sandman countered. "After placing Ms. Tiffani Meyers under my spell, I knew she'd give Dr. Somnambula a glowing recommendation to the lovely Jennifer Sampson."
"Is she gonna fork all that cash over today?," inquired the dim-witted Snooze.
"Fool...once Ms. Sampson enjoys relaxing moments of deep sleep, I will be her savior and personal physician," Sandman hissed. "Once our sleep deprived pop diva falls deeply under my control, then the bilking of her vast fortune will commense in earnest."
"Yeah, take all the time ya want," cackled the gum chewing nurse, Sandi. "You think the IADC hasn't been tracking our movements since we arrived in Gotham?"
"Ah, my green with envy beauty, do not fear as Ms. Sampson could never fill my heart as you do, my sleeping beauty," Sandman purred. "And for this IADC, I'm well aware that they are watching my every move. In fact, they have dispatched their top agent for this case...a strikingly lovely raven haired goddess named..."
"Diana Prince!," interrupted the angered Sandi, angry her boss is so smitten with not one but two other women. "Don't think you're so smart, Sandman. Remember, wherever Diana Prince goes, Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl don't seem to be far behind."
"Not to worry, sweet Sandi," boasted the aloof Sandman, "since the beautiful Ms. Prince has been watching me, I have taken the time to watch her. Now that I know where the IADC has been hiding her, a special delivery in one it's way to to our pretty little secret agent. Once the delightful Diana Prince is under my spell, I'll have my own perfect little 'sleeper' inside the IADC."
"Why didn't you tell us about this, Sandman?," inquired the surprised Nap.
"Because the less you two knew, the less chance they was that you could mess it up," spat the indignant European supervillain. "Now Nap and Snooze, you two should be off to the apartment where Ms. Prince is staying. Take the mattress truck and bring her back to the office. Sandi and I will take care of Jennifer Sampson's scheduled appointment."
Moments later, in the off campus apartment of her younger sister, Drusilla, Diana Prince (a/k/a Wonder Woman) was gathering as much information as she could find of the past crimes of the sinister Sandman. The IADC files she accessed on her laptop were quite extensive, but the Sandman's travels throughout the European Union made it difficult to get a complete picture. Belgian officials had one file on his aliases and schemes, while the French and English authorities had completely different information. Trying to connect these incomplete pieces of this confounding puzzle tested Diana's considerable intellect and her infinite patience.
Diana sat at the kitchen table, referencing and cross-referencing files on her computer. Her lovely blue eyes, behind a pair less than flattering glasses, strained as she had spent too many hours staring at the small laptop screen. Diana was using her sister's place to get some peace and quiet away from her downtown apartment. Since Drusilla was busy with her classes and other activities as a student at Gotham State University, Dru was rarely home to interrupt Diana's work. Clad in a simple tank top and skimpy shorts, Diana looked as if she had not even changed out of what she normally wore to bed. Her bodacious amazon body, highlighted perfectly in the satin tights she wore as Wonder Woman, was well showcased in the clothes she wore around the house. The raven haired beauty was deep in concentration when a loud knock was heard at the door.
"Huh?," gasped the startled Diana, "probably one of Dru's friends."
Diana bounced up from her chair and walked over to the front door. She cautiously spied the person outside through the peephole and saw a young man in a courier's outfit. The courier knocked again, but this time requested a specific person.
"Diana Prince?," the courier boomed. "Is there a Diana Prince there?"
Diana was concerned and more than a little cautious. No one, beside the head of the IADC, Steve Trevor, knew where she was staying. She kept the door locked, preferring to conduct this conversion safely behind the closed door.
"What do you want?," asked Diana, still keeping a close eye on the young man at the door through the small peephole.
"I have a package for Diana Prince," barked the impatient courier. "A package from a Mr. Steve Trevor."
"Just leave it at the door, please," ordered the ever cautious Diana. "I just got out of the shower."
"Fine," huffed the courier as he left the package at the door step and departed.
Diana watched the delivery boy leave the package and disappear out of view. She did feel a small sense of relief hearing that Steve had sent the package, but Diana wasn't convinced all was well. Diana opened the door slightly and retrieved the package, about the size of a shoe box, wrapped in basic brown wrapping. She carefully removed the brown paper and slowly opened the box to see it contained a book with a note taped to the cover. The book was 'The Interpretation of Dreams' by Sigmund Freud and the attached note bore a simple short message.
"Hope this helps with your research," the note read, "Best Wishes, Steve."
"Hmmm, that's strange," Diana thought to herself as she looked at the thick, leather bound book, "there is nothing in the Sandman's files about Freud. I wonder what Steve has stumbled upon back in Washington D.C."
With her curiousity aroused, Diana opened the book. Unfortunately for her, Diana didn't hear the hissing sound before opening the book in front of her lovely face. This was no book, after all, but a well placed Sandman trap. The book cover was an empty shell containing a smoke bomb that was activated once the 'book' was opened. From the open pages spewed a thick plume of white knockout gas, flooding the face and senses of the unsuspecting IADC agent. After a short fit of coughing and a soft groan, the mind-numbing effects of the sleeping gas overtook our surprised amazon. Her eyes rolled back as the booby-trapped book fell from her hands. Just as the smoke around her face was starting to clear, Diana's eyes closed and her limp body collapsed to the floor in a heap. The sleepy mist lingered in the air as Diana slept peacefully on the floor of Dru's apartment.
As Diana dozed, Nap and Snooze arrived as instructed out front of the apartment complex right by the Gotham State U. campus. Clad in the coveralls worn by movers, the henchmen looked like mattress deliverymen as they advanced toward Dru's apartment. Nap carried a sack as he pushed at the door where the Sandman told him he would find a sleepy Diana Prince.
"Nice, this agent gal left the door open for us," commented Nap as he was able to simply push the front door of the apartment without breaking the lock.
"She must have been so tired that she forgot to lock the door," giggled Snooze as he looked inside the apartment to see the IADC agent they were ordered to retrieve sleeping peacefully at their feet.
"Quickly, let's load her in this sleeping bag and get her back to the mattress truck before anyone sees us," ordered Nap as he closed the door behind them to discourage any nosey neighbors.
Nap and Snooze scooped up the slumbering amazon and slid her shapely bod into the sleeping bag. Once Diana was safely inside the 'nap'sack, Nap and Snooze exited the apartment and spirited her away into the awaiting mattress truck.
"Wow, seems like these secret government agents are getting prettier," laughed the amused Snooze as he carefully set the bagged Diana onto the mattress covered floor for the van.
"You said it, she's a real knockout," joked Nap as he closed the back doors of the truck and raced to the front for the short drive back to Dr. Somnambula's office.
As Nap and Snooze were spiriting Diana back to the office, Jennifer Sampson was arriving for her scheduled appointment with Dr. Somnambula. Pulling a scarf away from her face, Jennifer revealed her lovely face and long mane of blonde hair. Standing in the receptionist area, Nurse Sandi walked in from the back to greet the new patient.
"Yes, Miss?," Sandi asked, feigning ignorance. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm Jennifer Sampson," whispered the shy pop star. "I have an appointment with Dr. Somnambula."
"Ah, yes, of course," stammered Nurse Sandi, "I didn't recognize you with that scarf over your face."
"Well, the press follows me everywhere," Jennifer explained. "Sometimes I have to hide my face if I want to be left alone."
"Of course," nodded Sandi with a reassuring smile, "the doctor will see you now."
Jennifer clad in a stylish, but sexy, black business casual suit bounced down to hallway to the doctor's examination room. Inside, she found a plain white room with a comfy reclining chair. The handsome, distinguished Dr. Somnambula was anticipating her arrival.
"Ms. Sampson, so glad you chose to come by," cooed the Sandman. "Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable. Your assistant briefed me on your problems getting a good night's rest and I believe I can help." "Oh Doctor," Jennifer sighed as she sat down in the plush leather chair, "I've had trouble getting a good night's sleep for the last four years. It's affecting my work, my moods, my relationships...I've tried everything..."
"Shhh...I completely understand," whispered Dr. Somnambula in a soft and comforting voice. "Please, just relax for a moment and let me give you a quick examination."
"An examination?," replied the confused blonde beauty.
"Yes, pressure points at the temples are so often the source of these troubles," explained the sinister Sandman as he drew closer to the seated starlet, grabbing the infamous stethescope he wore around his neck. "Now close your eyes..."
Jennifer did just as the doctor ordered, closing her eyes and relaxing in the comfortable chair. A sly smile crossed the Sandman's smug face as he placed the business end of the stethescope under the unsuspecting nose of the beautiful insomniac. Before Jennifer realized what was happening, a small blast of white powder shot from the stethescope into her face. The white powder left a residue on her nose and upper lip as she let out a small gasp. Jennifer was now, if even so briefly, under the control of Sandman's sleeping sand.
"Ms. Sampson?," asked Sandman. "Can you hear me?"
"Yes...yes, I can hear you," whispered the brainwashed beauty in a monotone voice. Her lovely blue eyes opened slightly, looking drowsy, as she answered.
"Very good," commented the Sandman, "all you know right now is that when I awaken you, you will feel as if you have had the most restful nap you have every had...and it was I, Dr. Somnambula, that made that possible. Do you understand?"
"Yes...I understand," Jennifer replied softly with no emotion, with a mesmerzied look on her face.
"Fine, you will speak to your people about my skills and tell them that you will not perform again unless I am retained as your personal physician," commanded the Sandman. "When you return to my office tomorrow at 11:00 am, you will bring your business manager along as well. Understood?"
"Understood," was the wooden, emotionless reply.
"Now, when I clap my hands, you will awaken refreshed," ordered the evil doctor, "and you will remember everything I have told you."
The dazed Jennifer Sampson simply nodded as Dr. Somnambula brushed the remaining sleeping sand from her face and clapped his hands.
"Ms. Sampson?," boomed the Sandman. "Are you back with us?"
"Yes...yes, I am," Jennifer exclaimed excitedly, now awakened from her hypnotized trance. "My goodness, How long was I asleep? I feel great. Its like I slept for ten hours."
"Well, it was more like five minutes actually," crowed the confident doctor, "but I was able to induce a little catnap."
"You're a miracle worker," gushed the appreciative pop diva. "I've never felt more well-rested, never felt more relaxed...I've seen the top specialists and you've done more in five minutes than they have done in three years."
"I'm glad I could help, Ms. Sampson," Dr. Somnambula said graciously.
"Help? You've done more than help," continued the rambling Jennifer. "You must work for me, travel with me, work as my personal physician. Name your price!"
"That's a tempting offer," reasoned the Sandman, "but my practice is here. Gotham is my home."
"I'll be back tomorrow, Dr. Somnambula," Jennifer noted forcefully, "and I'll bring my business manager. She handles all my affairs and oversees my entire staff. Once you see the offer we can make, I'm positive you'll change your mind."
"Ms. Sampson, I will see you tomorrow," Dr. Somnambula smiled, trying to hide his glee at the masterful brainwashing he had just performed. "But I doubt I can afford to leave my practice and go off on the road with you."
"You just wait and see, doctor," boasted a confident and grinning young blonde celebrity as she stood from the chair to leave. "And I just can't thank you enough."
"Please, Ms. Sampson," purred the sinister supervillain, "it was nothing."
Two hours later, Drusilla arrived back at her apartment after a long day of classes at Gotham State University. The twenty year old perky college student had only lived in the "man's world" for a couple of years, but she was adjusting well. The cute brunette marveled at the endless opportunities for fun and all the handsome boys she was surrounded by. Still naive and a bit boy crazy after living a much more sheltered existence on Paradise Island as the daughter of the Queen, her time with Diana felt more like parole than an extended vacation. Her classical education on the Island left her well prepared for college and her amazon training left her well prepared to fight crime as Wonder Girl.
The first thing Drusilla noticed as she arrived home was that the door had been left unlocked and her sister, Diana, was nowhere to be found.
"This isn't like Diana," Dru thought to herself, "just taking off and leaving the door unlocked."
She saw the IADC issue laptop in the same place on the kitchen table as when she left that morning. With concern growing, Dru spied an opened book on the floor. Upon further inspection, she saw that this was no ordinary book. The book was hollow inside and there was a faint sweet smell that could still be detected. Drusilla's concern turned to panic as she realized what that smell was.
"Chloroform...knockout gas," Dru gasped, "released in this rigged book. Someone kidnapped Diana!"
Drusilla looked around, very cautiously looking around her small apartment for any clues. Her well trained amazon mind raced at the possibilities.
"Diana was researching some European supervillain that set up shop in Gotham City," Drusilla thought to herself. "Someone who specialized in sleepy themed crimes..."
Suddenly Dru shot a look at Diana's laptop to see the computer was still lit up and one name seemed to jump from the screen.
"Dr. Somnambula...33657 East 167th St....Gotham City," she read aloud as an angry look crossed her cute face. "It looks like I'll have to pay him a visit...as Wonder Girl."
Diana awoke in the same chair Jennifer Sampson had sat in only an hour before. In the examination room of the sinister supervillain, the Sandman, she could see that she was joined by the bad doctor along with his nightshirted henchmen and his balloon-bod nurse. The chair had been modified a bit since Ms. Sampson left, metal cuffs extended from the arms of the chair to secure Ms. Prince's wrists and hold her in place. Diana tugged at the metal cuffs, but they would not budge. She looked at the crazed criminals eyeballing her closely as she sat helpless in her tight tank top and short shorts.
"Dr. Somnambula, I presume," Diana hissed, "or should I call you the Sandman?"
"Oh, a simple Doctor will suffice, Ms. Prince," the Sandman cooed confidently.
"What's the meaning of this?," demanded the angry Diana. "Why did you kidnap me?"
"With the IADC following me since my arrival in Gotham City," sandman explained, "I needed to take certain precautions."
"IADC?," gasped Diana in mock surprise, "What do I have to do with the IADC?"
"Please, spare me, Ms. Prince," sighed the insulted supervillain. "I didn't get where I did by allowing myself to be tracked by government agents...and, quite frankly, you are not as good as you think. I spotted you at the airport and had your full IADC dossier in my briefcase."
"Great, but I doubt you got where you did kidnapping agents in broad daylight," reasoned Diana. "The IADC will be looking for me as soon as I fail to check in."
"Yes, I did figure on that," Sandman continued, "but if you did your homework, you'll know that I usually have a mole, an informant on the inside, that clues me in to all their activities."
"No one on this assignment is in your pocket, Sandman," said a defiant Diana.
"No one yet, Diana," giggled the sinister Sandman. "Nap, Snooze, prepare Ms. Prince for a stethescopic examination."
Nap and Snooze closed in on Diana's sides and pulled her head back, holding it firmly in place. Diana strained to escape their grimy clutches, but she was still too weak from the sleeping gas attack earlier in the day.
"You think I'll help you?," grunted Diana, bound to the chair and held back under the weight of Sandman's henchmen. "I'll never betray the IADC."
"Young lady, you insolent behavior can only mean one thing," mocked the evil Sandman, drawing the sleeping sand stethescope forward and under the nose of the restrained amazon, "you need some sleep."
With that cryptic remark, a shower of white powder blasted forth into the face of the helpless Diana Prince. Her face went from defiant to complaint in mere moments as a drowsy numb look washed across her freshly powdered face. The dazed Wonder Woman, still acting in her civilian alter ego, was now under the Sandman's spell.
"The perfect 'sleeper' to infiltrate the IADC," the Sandman stated triumphantly, "and the perfect lure for Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl."
Part II coming soon...