The Vanishing Lake

Space, with force! My adventurer in a wild vast reaches of space missions of caring in the name of interplanetary justice travel into the future with wild quarry Commander in Chief of the Space, with force!

Today's 10th time adventure, Buzz and Happy, are searching for a saboteur in the back room of a plastic factory on Jupiter. Consciously, they duck under pipes of hot gas feeding into the vats. Well, what was that?

The pipes exploded. Little valves probably. Oh, good luck. It's steel and heat. I... Right. Happy. Come on. You got to get out of here. I can't breathe. I guess. And the broken pipe. I guess.

It's poison. All in your venture. I'll pay. For more than 50 years, the manufacturing economy on the shores of Lake Parnhill, Mama Planet Jupiter, has been supplying the United Planet with the amazing product called Bight of Platt.

Mitoplast made from a sticky clay-like substance scooped from a bankson bottom of a lake becomes an almost magic material of 10,000 uses under the manufacturing genius of the people of Tarnhelms. But for unknown reasons, the lake is drying up.

Fieldworkmen are without job, and industries from Mercury to Pluto are facing the shortage of a vital material. That's why Commanded Cori, into that happy, are in the office of Thomas Pervin, Director of Tarnhelms Industries.

Commander, unless something has gone right away, torn hell will have to be closed down. There will be no more white-a-plat. Can it be made sympatically? The best chemist in the United Planets has been trying to find a way for 50 years, and they have failed.

I'll be frank with the provin, the United Planets government feels that by the past is an important product, but what I must know is how you intend to use the money. We are working right now on a new type of white-a-plat, a discovery that makes all of the uses as primitive and crude as the automobile or the mechanical letting machine.