The Clandestine Crustacean: A Tale of Larry the Lobster
Listen to this story in song form:
Hark! Attend ye all to this most peculiar tale,
Of Larry the Lobster, whose quest did not fail.
In briny depths where none would suspect,
A crustacean spy, his mission elect.
Act I
Enter LARRY, a lobster of crimson hue,
His claws did clack with purpose true.
In whispered tones, he thus did speak:
"The nuclear secrets, I must needs seek."
LARRY:
Beneath these waves, my shell conceals
A heart that for adventure feels.
Though born to scuttle 'mongst the rocks,
I'll breach the highest security locks.
The land-dwellers think their secrets safe,
But they know not of this aquatic waif.
With stealth and cunning, I shall ascend,
And to their hidden lore, an ear I'll lend.
Act II
Enter GUARD, a stalwart sentry of the shore.
GUARD:
What creature crawls from foamy brine?
A lobster? Nay, 'tis but a sign
That hunger gnaws my weary mind.
I'll to the mess, some supper find.
Exit GUARD.
LARRY:
How fortune smiles upon my cause!
The guard retreats, I'll make no pause.
Up sandy banks and concrete walls,
I'll scuttle swift through guarded halls.
Act III
The scene: a laboratory most secure,
Where secrets of the atom endure.
Such treasures in manila folder,
LARRY’s heart grows ever bolder.
LARRY:
At last! The prize within my reach,
These documents I'll homeward leach.
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
'Tis flashlights, and the alarm awakes!
Enter SCIENTISTS, in great commotion.
FIRST SCIENTIST:
Odds bodkins! Our plans have grown legs!
Pursue that thief, I heartily beg!
SECOND SCIENTIST:
A lobster? Fie! 'Tis sorcery most foul!
How came this sea-beast to prowl?
LARRY:
Alack! The time for stealth is past,
To open waters I must dash fast.
With plans clutched tight in snapping claw,
I'll dive and swim and break their law!
Act IV
The scene: the ocean deep, Larry triumphant.
LARRY:
Success! The secrets I have won,
My tale of espionage is done.
Let none dismiss a lobster's reach,
For Larry's fame shall history teach.
Though I may seem a simple beast,
On classified lore I now do feast.
The ocean's depths may hide me well,
But of my deeds, the world shall tell.
Thus ends our tale of Larry brave,
Who national security did waive.
Remember, friends, when next you dine,
That lobster might have secrets fine.
Produced using Claude Sonnet and Suno