Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for August 31, 2014

I read the mail today, oh boy: second secret false fan letterWager on action from the MCU, if ye be a bettor.An innocent interfered with, townsfolk hypnotizedPhotos reveal inhabitants, vivid vantage of night skies.Tracy is not drowned or lost, no trip to Davey’s lockerOn Thunder Island he walks a beat: news that is a shocker.Helping hands are happy hands, Fritz Ann gives Sam the eyeA restricted area has been breached, ‘tis time to do or die.Elsewhere, Tracy’s on the job, no hair falls to the floorAt the local Barber Shop a closed sign on the door.Post Office shuttered for the day, friends are helping KenyonAnnie gathers up the eggs, the lab now her dominion.Reveals surprise in her blank eyes to find Mason and JaegerBeakers and a microscope, looks of surprise do greet her.Standing there, tries not to stare, yet she must question, “Why?”Gathering intelligence, she’s a courageous, savvy spy.