Part 6
 | True to her word, the fake Kitty is trying to carry out yet another scheme to sabotage Teabiscuit. Here she is talking to Sam, the official Belmont bugler and an old friend of Kitty... Fake Kitty: "Say, Sam, I am thinking of that tune you play to start all the races, the 'Call of the Wild'?" Sam: "You mean the 'Call to the Post?' Come on, Kitty, you're pulling my leg. You practically grew up at the racetrack, with your Uncle Maurice bringing you here every weekend. 'Call of the Wild,' indeed!" Fake Kitty: "Oh, of course...I make a little joke, my dear friend. Anyway, I am thinking that it would be amusing if you were to play the tune with a sour note at the end. You know, all the dignified people here would be surprised in a comic way, like in those Marx Brothers movies. Those stuffed shirts, they could use a little stirring up! You are a man with a sense of humor; you would do this for Kitty, would you not?" Sam: "Now I know you're pulling my leg! You know that I know that Teabiscuit would have a fit if he heard me play the least bit off-key. Hoo boy, I wouldn't be surprised if he came right out of the starting gate to stomp on my bugle, he'd be so miffed. Mademoiselle, your point is taken. I will be absolutely certain to play my very best today!" |
| "Drat! That stupid bugler is just another slave to Teabiscuit's annoying sensitivities! There's nobody left to bribe; I won't even bother trying that insipid Boy Scout of a jockey, Tony Cordoba; I hear he is actually employed by T.I.L.E. Well, I have one more bit of insurance..." |  |
| Meanwhile the real Kitty, back from a wild-goose chase in Mexico City oversees Teabiscuit's last-minute preparations for the race, making sure he gets a proper warm-up in the paddock. Teabiscuit seems in good spirits, though he has the slightest bit of agitation. Kitty puts it down to justifiable Triple Crown jitters. A lot of people are on edge today, she reflects to herself. Even the suave Jigs Nehru seemed a bit nervous with anticipation. Well, there is every reason to feel a bit anxious; it is not every day that history is made.
Well, it will all be over very soon; it is almost time to go out to the track and begin the race, a race that will last all of two minutes. But little does Kitty know that danger lurks around her, a danger that wears her identity! |  |
 | "I can't influence Teabiscuit's loyal entourage, but a voodoo pin strategically stuck in the leg of this Official Teabiscuit Doll ought to help slow down that stupid Lassie with hooves! Just a little extra insurance to make sure our souped-up Rule the World wins the Belmont Stakes for G.R.O.U.T.! And just in time, too; I believe that fawning bugle boy is about to call the horses to the starting gate." |
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