Bosco and the Team Rescue Children from Slave Labor

A grand adventure of courage, cleverness, and a monkey with excellent timing

Bosco and his extraordinary team were enjoying the long summer holidays. After many dangerous missions and narrow escapes, they had decided they deserved a little peace and recreation.

So they traveled happily from place to place—visiting friends, museums, parks, beaches, and even shopping malls. Ramduth the monkey, Biscuit the dog, and Malini the cat were no ordinary animals. Whenever animals were not welcome, they shapeshifted into human forms so naturally that no one suspected a thing.

At one museum, Ramduth pretended to be an art expert and lectured strangers about a painting that was hanging upside down.
At the park, Biscuit won three frisbee contests before remembering he was supposed to act human.
And in the mall, Malini disappeared into a clothing store and emerged wearing sunglasses, a scarf, and the expression of someone who expected applause.

“Summer,” Bosco said, smiling, “is going splendidly.”

He spoke too soon.

The Flying Car Incident: The magic of livitation.

One afternoon Bosco was driving the team home along a narrow two-lane highway when disaster came roaring toward them.

An enormous eighteen-wheeler truck hurtled down the wrong side of the road at terrifying speed. Behind it came a patrol car with sirens blaring.

“There’s no room to turn!” cried Malini.

“There’s no room to stop!” barked Biscuit.

“There’s no room to panic!” shouted Ramduth, who was already panicking.

Bosco gripped the steering wheel. At the very last second, he used his magic.

The car rose smoothly into the air like a bird, soared over the truck and patrol car, then landed neatly on the road behind them without spilling so much as a biscuit crumb.

The truck driver slammed on his brakes. The police officer stopped as well, stepped out, removed his hat, put it back on, and stared into the sky.

He searched for the flying car for half an hour and found nothing.

At last he muttered, “I am never telling this story to anyone. Not even my wife.”

The truck driver received a ticket so large it required two hands to hold.

A Disturbing Call

Late that evening, just as Bosco and the team were settling down for dinner, the telephone rang.

It was Bosco’s old friend Sundar, principal of the school in the town of Tarmonam.

His voice trembled.

“Bosco, ten boys are missing. They vanished on their way to school this morning. Their families are desperate. Please help us.”

Bosco stood immediately.

“We leave at dawn.”

Even Malini, who disliked leaving a warm cushion, did not complain.

Clues on the Road

The next day the team arrived in Tarmonam. The school grounds were crowded with anxious parents, tearful siblings, worried teachers, and frightened neighbors.

Bosco spoke gently with the families. He collected pieces of clothing belonging to each missing child. Then Biscuit quietly sniffed every item with deep concentration.

“I know their scents now,” he said.

The search began.

Along the road to school they found clues: a dropped shoe, a torn satchel strap, marbles scattered in the dust, and one brave child’s note scratched on a wall:

HELP US

“These boys were trying to leave a trail,” Bosco said. “Very clever.”

The clues led to the boatyard by the sea, where dozens of catamarans rocked in the water.

Biscuit moved among them, nose twitching.

“This one… and this one… and that one too.”

The fishermen who rented the boats were shocked to learn that criminals had secretly been using some of the catamarans to ferry kidnapped children to ships waiting offshore.

“What happens next?” asked Sundar.

Bosco’s eyes narrowed.

“We go with them.”

Into the Smugglers’ Trap

That night Bosco and the team disguised themselves as boys about twelve years old and allowed the kidnappers to “capture” them.

The smugglers were pleased with themselves.

“Easy work,” one said.

“Too easy,” muttered Bosco.

The false captives were taken by boat to a large ship far out at sea. From there they were moved to another country, then flown by night to a third destination.

The criminals tried to keep the children calm with good meals, games, and electronic gadgets.

Ramduth whispered, “If they offer us dessert, should we still be suspicious?”

“Yes,” said Bosco.

“Even chocolate pudding?”

“Especially chocolate pudding.”

The Island Factory

At last they reached the smugglers’ secret destination: a private island where children were forced to assemble phones, toys, tools, and small machines.

The missing boys from Tarmonam were there.

The children were fed and housed, but they were prisoners all the same. They worked eight to ten hours a day under strict supervision.

They missed their homes terribly.

Some cried quietly at night.
Some tried to remember their parents’ voices.
Some whispered lessons from school so they would not forget how to learn.

When Bosco and the team met them secretly, hope returned.

“We’re taking you home,” Bosco promised.

Mischief Before Justice

Before the rescue came, there was much useful chaos.

Ramduth and the Nightcap

The cruel factory owner lived in a luxurious villa on the island. Every night his servant brought him a drink before bed.

One evening Ramduth made sure the servant accidentally became too sleepy to serve anyone.

Then Ramduth, in monkey form, carried the tray himself.

He tapped the owner on the shoulder.

The man turned, saw a monkey in a waistcoat holding his drink, and fainted instantly.

Ramduth revived him with cold water.

“Who… who are you?” gasped the owner.

“I,” said Ramduth grandly, “am your conscience.”

The man fainted again.

Biscuit and the Guard Dogs

Meanwhile Biscuit patrolled the factory grounds and encountered the island’s guard dogs.

They charged at him fiercely.

Biscuit responded with astonishing leaps, springing over fences, barrels, walls, and one extremely surprised goat.

The guard dogs chased him in circles until they collapsed in confusion.

One of them later admitted, “I have no idea what happened.”

Malini and the Milk Operation

Malini entered the villa through a window and discovered a silver tray of fresh milk meant for the owner.

She drank some.

Then she took the rest to the children.

For the next week the owner was forced to drink black coffee and became steadily more unpleasant.

“Something is wrong with this island!” he shouted.

Bosco Makes His Move

Bosco and the team worked brilliantly on the assembly lines, earning the trust of the supervisors.

At night they secretly removed boxes of completed goods and made them vanish.

Then Bosco traveled invisibly to the mainland city of Kaley, where he met the respected mayor, Mayor Sarouso.

Bosco placed the stolen goods on the mayor’s desk.

The mayor nearly fell out of his chair.

Bosco calmly explained everything: the kidnapped children, the island factory, the hidden airfield, the smuggling network, and the cruel owner behind it all.

Mayor Sarouso was an honest and courageous man. He contacted the president of Kotna immediately.

By sunrise, a rescue operation was underway.

The Great Rescue

Helicopters thundered over the island.

Ships surrounded the coast.

Police and soldiers stormed the factory grounds.

The guards surrendered quickly. The floor managers were arrested. The owner attempted to flee disguised as a gardener but was betrayed by his silk slippers.

The secret planes were seized.

The illegal airfield was destroyed.

The warehouse was demolished.

The nurse, who had long disliked the criminals, agreed to testify against them and helped comfort the children.

Within hours, the entire wicked enterprise had collapsed.

Homecoming

The rescued children were taken safely to Kaley and then flown home with Bosco and the team.

At the airport in Tarmonam, the whole town had gathered.

Parents rushed forward weeping with joy. Brothers and sisters clung to one another. Teachers wiped their eyes openly. Sundar embraced Bosco so hard that Bosco nearly required first aid.

Flowers were thrown. Songs were sung. Even the village baker gave away free pastries, though he regretted it later.

The children were safe.

The criminals were defeated.

And once again, Bosco and his remarkable team had turned courage, kindness, and a little mischief into justice.

Epilogue

That evening the team finally sat down to rest.

“So,” said Bosco, “perhaps now we can enjoy a quiet holiday.”

At that very moment, the telephone rang.

Ramduth groaned.

Malini hid under a chair.

Biscuit sighed.

Bosco answered it.

“Yes?... I see… a haunted lighthouse, you say?”

The team slowly looked at one another.

Summer, it seemed, was not over yet.