The Monkey Wrench Gang

The bridge, bedecked with bunting, streamers and Day-Glo banners, was ready. The throng prepared to unloose a cheer or two. Suddenly the center of the bridge rose up and broke in two along a jagged zigzag line. A sheet of re flame streamed skyward. "This is their last stunt, Governor. We're on their tail, sir. We have a good ideas who they are, how they operate, and what they're planning next." ...The Monkey Wrench Gang.