E-Book, Englisch, Band 6, 128 Seiten
Lektüre: Englisch lernen mit den 3 Fragezeichen
E-Book, Englisch, Band 6, 128 Seiten
Reihe: PONS Die drei ??? Fragezeichen mit Audio
ISBN: 978-3-12-050019-3
Verlag: PONS Langenscheidt
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2. A Green Boy
“Hello Morton!” Peter is really happy to see their friendly and well-mannered chauffeur again, even though he sometimes appears to be a bit formal. A while ago, Justus won Morton’s service for thirty days in a row in a sweepstake. The chauffeur drove the Three Investigators wherever they wanted to go in a black Rolls Royce with golden ornaments. And a thankful client arranged an unlimited extension of that service. Of course, the Three Investigators didn’t want to take advantage of the offer too often. But from time to time, they like travelling in a Rolls. And is there a more suitable occasion than going to a TV show? “Good afternoon to you, young gentlemen.” Morton bows slightly and tilts his head. “Where may I take you this time?” “To KTV recording studios,” Justus answers. “That’s …” “I know where that is. Please get aboard!” Morton opens the back door in a dignified manner. “Well, off we go,” Bob says and gets in. The luxurious limousine makes quite an impression in front of KTV studios. The studios are located in Western Los Angeles on Fairfax Avenue. The crowd of spectators waiting for admission to the show excitedly whisper “Ah!” and “Oh!” when Morton parks the high-class limousine in front of the entrance. Some onlookers even crowd closer around the car to see who will get out of such a noble vehicle. Justus is the first to get out of the car after Morton opens the door for him. The boys say goodbye to the chauffeur and work their way through the crowd towards the entrance. A young dark-haired man in a bright orange denim jacket wearing little round nickel-plated glasses is already waiting for the Three Investigators. He frantically waves to them. Quickly, he closes the door behind them to keep the pushy fans outside. “What a crowd!” the young man moans. He is holding a big notebook in his hand and has a pencil behind his right ear. He takes the pencil and looks at his list. “You’re Justus Jonas, aren’t you?” He looks at the First Investigator. “Yes, that’s right, hello,” Justus answers. In the morning he had called the TV station to confirm the appointment. He’d described the Three Investigators’ looks so they would be recognized right away at the crowded entrance. “Hi, my name’s Fletcher, Bill Fletcher. Nice to meet you!” He shakes hands with Justus. “I’m sort of responsible for everything here. First I’ll take you to the make-up artist. Are these two guys here your company?” Fletcher points at Bob and Peter. Bob shows him the two tickets. “We’re here for moral support,” he explains and smiles. “Great! You two can go ahead and find seats in the audience. Our camera assistant Veronica will give you more instructions later.” Fletcher turns around and pulls the First Investigator’s sleeve. “And you follow me.” “Do all the people outside want to come to ‘Who cracks the nut?’,” Justus asks as Fletcher pulls him along the crowded and hectic hallways. “Those – and many more!” Fletcher answers. “The show sells like hot cakes! We could sell three times as many tickets for every show, thanks to Nick!” Of course, Justus has already heard about Nick Nobel, the new star among KTV’s presenters. For weeks he has been achieving amazing ratings for his show. At the moment, KTV are even considering to broadcast his successful show nationwide. That would catapult Nobel right up into the ranks of the top quiz show masters. “Is he here already?” Justus asks. “Nick? No, he always arrives at the last minute. But he’ll stop by to meet you.” Then Fletcher pushes Justus through a door with the sign ‘Make-Up’. He hurriedly says goodbye. “Gotta run! Good luck!” And then he’s gone. The hopelessly overstyled make-up artist immediately starts to work on Justus. She’s wearing a pink skirt with a matching jacket and a lot of make-up. “Hi! I’m Sandy!,” she says and pushes him into a hairdresser’s chair pressing her dusty powder puff in his face. “And you are …?” she asks with a piercing voice that hurts Justus’ ear drums. “Justus, Justus Jonas” the First Investigator answers. “That’s a nice name! And you’re so young!” Sandy trills. She glues his hair back using a terribly smelly styling gel. After ten minutes of non-stop chattering she shoos him into the next room. “Good luck, darling!” she says. Now, Justus is waiting for Nick Nobel, “He’ll arrive any minute, cutie! No need to get nervous! Bye, bye!” Sandy calls and slams the door shut. “Peace and quiet at last!” Justus murmurs and flops onto a leather chair. The next moment the door opens and Nick Nobel – the Nick Nobel – storms in. An diesem Standort befindet sich
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He abruptly freezes in mid-stride. The attractive man looks surprised and his big blue eyes seem to pop out of his head. Justus knows that he is almost forty years old and married. But after two seconds Nobel finds his speech again. “Is that supposed to be a joke?” he yells. Justus turns around feeling insecure and asks: “Uh, are you asking me?” “Mike! Bill! Veronica! Are you totally crazy or why did you bring this green boy here? Get me the real candidate immediately!” Nobel yells into the hallway. A young woman with Rasta curls and a blond chubby man the same age as Nobel breathlessly run into the room. “What’s up?” – “What’s wrong?” they call nervously and look at the show master. “Here! This is what’s wrong! There’s a youngster sitting around here! But where is the winner of the sweepstake? This ‘mastermind’? The show starts in a few minutes and you guys are doing a guided tour of the studios!” Fletcher frantically looks through his notebook and then carefully says: “But Nick, this is the winner of the word-cross-contest-thingy!” “Are you kidding me? That chubby kid over there? Never ever!” “I don’t want to seem rude, Mr Nobel,” Justus feels it is time to interrupt the discussion, “but your assistant is right, even if it might seem a bit strange because of my age. I did win that crossword puzzle and the first prize entitles me to participate in your show. And I would like to add that my looks are surely in no way an indication of my...
