The crowd was there in earnest. Every single space in the makeshift tent had either people, or table and chairs occupying it, making it look more like an open air discotheque with the patrons dancing to a slow tune. But the accompanying music was loud...too loud for many to hear the words spoken by others, and many had to shout to make themselves heard, but still many were close to being deaf, their eardrum pummeled endlessly by the music of rainwater falling heavily on the zinc roof that afforded them some respite, for whatever good it does actually. For when the wind blows - which sometimes can be with the force of a small gale - the people seeking shelter under a roof build some 8feet high, has no protection from the cold water swept into it, and many if not most, are left soaked to the skin and soon, trembling cold. Still, the very nature of the day adds to the gaiety of the small gathering.
Some of those invited, had even brought boxes of gifts which the host thoughtfully arranged in a corner of a long table table, opposite to another pile of boxes, which perhaps were gifts by the host, either in exchange of the gifts they receive, or simply for the want to give. But somehow, amidst the ceaseless chattering, hugs, and what not which is a normal thing in a packed crowd where everyone is busy with someone or something, one person - must have been a well trained, perhaps something like a hound - noticed a strange looking pack, and informed the host about it.
The host, stunned by the news, quickly informed the doraemons, who happened to brought along a trust metal sniffer, and was soon able to identify that the contents of the pack was of explosive in nature and a threat to the crowd. Almost immediately, the threat was removed by detonation, and soon everyone was safe and sound.
Phew! I dread to think what would have happened otherwise. Perhaps had that 'someone' not noticed the pack, Malaysia would have suffered the loss of some princesses, and our bro kerpie would have cursed 'Shoot! What a bloody waste of princesses!' But boy, what a way to go. That is, off course, had the story above been real.
Back in 2004 when I was staying in a hotel in Kota Kinabalu, which is part of an international chain, a house detective informed me no to pick up any strange looking object, or any objects lying around. He said that the hotel had received threats from unknown individuals and they hotel security has been placed on full alert. After a day of search, no potential threats were found, and everyone went back to what they were doing.
With thousand of doraemons dragged into a small enclave (the size being smaller than the state of Perlis) to protects a bunch of clowns of the Sarkas, it took a 'someone' - unidentifed yet - to discover a potential threat. Somehow, it reminds me of 'Barnaby Jones', where the hero of this shortlived TV series was able to pick up clues even after the police had combed the crime area many times. No wonder our crime rates are soaring high.