It was the year 1955 when Emmi Franklin heard a knock on the door, soon to find out it was the FBI asking about her daughter Betty Sue. She did not know what type of trouble her quiet and shy daughter had gotten into. To her surprise Betty Sue was going to become a member of the FBI. When she got home she explained to her mothers she and a friend had applied and how she got in and her friend did not. Shortly afterwards she left Morganton and moved to Washington, D.C. Things started slowly. She began as a secretary processing fingerprints for Michigan, Illinois, and Maryland. She was only getting to watch from the sidelines. As time passed she became and undercover, secret ninja agent.
Betty Sue became one of the greatest detectives the FBI had ever seen. She had gone to New York City to hear the President speak and to make sure everything was ok. While eating a tuna fish sandwich at an outside corner cafe she noticed everyone in the crowd getting irritated because the President was yet to arrive. He was an hour late. She soon discovered the President had been kidnapped. Since Betty Sue was a great detective she was going to find the kidnappers and make them pay. She did some undercover work and found that her initial instinct had been right, that it was the terrorists. Betty Sue could be very forceful when need be. She found out where the President was being kept. It was going to be hard to get him back but she knew she could because that is the type of woman she was. The kidnappers had let out a little leak of how there were going to escape from the country by boat. Betty Sue was invincible, so she had thought of the perfect strategy.
It was a little past eleven thirty p.m. when she boarded the plane. Once on the plane they hitched her in this new uniform that is like a parachute, but it was a clothes parachute. Shortly afterwards she jumped out of the plane and landed on the boat quietly. One of the kidnappers saw her, but before he had time to do anything he was on the ground. Betty Sue tried not to be seen doing ninja moved or hiding. All by herself she took out the whole boat of thirty men. She then called in FBI reinforcements that were close by to clean up the mess. It turns out the president was not even on the boat in the first place. They were just using the boat as a disguise. These kidnappers made a very bad mistake. In the wheel house they had left the coordinates of where he really was. They had put the president in a cave in the Blue Ridge Mountains in Robbinsville, North Carolina. As fast as Betty could get on a plane, she flew into Asheville, and then they drove to it. She found the president in the back of a cave dressed as a caveman. Betty was known for making the best rice crispy treats ever, anyone who ate one loved them. Knowing this, she had made some just for the president. Also, she knew it would calm him down.
Betty Sue was one of a kind detective, half FBI and half ninja killing machine. Some cultures refer to Betty Sue as the female version of Chuck Norris. She helped her country, people of her country, and the entire free world. She saved the president. Without her he might no have lived through the experience. All this took place in a year's time. This was just one chapter in Betty Sue's life, and she was ready to make more. In 1956, she resigned from the FBI and moved back to Morganton, North Carolina, to get married and start a family. The world will miss the protection that Betty Sue provided, but she has earned a break.. There are still times when she is nowhere to be found and is supposedly out watering the flowers without having her phone on. You have to wonder.
Monday, January 11, 2010
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I wish I had a ninja-granny like that! Very cool
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Cool story. You could write a book series and call it "The Adventures of Betty Sue," like the old Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys mystery books. At a moment's notice, she throws down her dish rag and jumps on her Yamaha motorcycle to fight bad guys!
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