Aston Martin have released their first-ever SUV ….
They were gaining on him.
A hail of bullets bounced off the back of Bond’s car. One came in through the rear windscreen, causing the air freshener to spin like a hypnotist’s watch as it flicked past it on the way out the front. Bond frantically operated the in-car communication system.
In other words, he held his mobile up to his ear.
“Ah, there you are, Bond,” said Q. “How goes it with it new car?”
“How it goes,” said Bond, “is at 50 miles an hour. How do I get it to go faster?”
“Faster?” said Q. “No-one’s ever driven an SUV faster than that.”
“Well, what about its weapons?” asked Bond. “Rear guns, tyre-tacks, oil-slicks?”
“It doesn’t have any of that stuff,” said Q. “It does have a pressure washer for hosing down muddy dogs.”
“Well, that’s no help,” said Bond. “Ok, there’s a sunglasses sign flashing on the dashboard. Does that mean I can operate some sort of laser beam?”
“No,” said Q, “it’s telling you you’ve forgotten to put your sunglasses on the top of your head.”
The car behind launched a grenade, which bounced off the tail-fin of Bond’s car and into a garden, where it exploded in a shower of shrapnel, earth and decapitated garden-gnomes.
“Bloody hell,” said Bond, “Time to get out of here. How do I get it to fly?”
“Er, fly?” said Q, and his tone caused Bond’s heart to sink.
“You told me,” said Bond, through gritted teeth, “that it was an off-road vehicle. I thought that meant it could fly.”
“No,” said Q, “what that meant was that you have to park it half on the footpath.”
Well,” said Bond, “that’s just -”
“Destination reached,” said the Sat Nav suddenly. Bond looked around in amazement as the car drew itself to a halt, half on the footpath, outside a school.
Where Blofeld was standing waiting for him.
The car that had been chasing Bond pulled in behind him, and another car parked in front, facing him. Bond hung up his phone as Blofeld pulled open the passenger door. There was a brief delay while the arch-villain tried to pull himself up onto the seat with a gun in one hand and a cat in the other. Eventually he settled himself.
“We meet again, Mister Bond,” he said.
“How did you know I’d be here?” asked Bond.
“It was either the school or the Dundrum Shopping Centre,” said Blofeld. “They’re the only two places in the Sat Nav.” He looked around him. “Nice car,” he said.
“I suppose you expect me to give you the keys?” asked Bond.
“No, Mister Bond,” said Blofeld, “I expect you to die.”
He raised his gun. Bond stabbed frantically at all of the buttons on the dashboard. The sound system started to play Michael Bublé. The seat beneath him began to warm up. The clock changed to New York Weekend Away Time.
And a coffee-cup holder popped out of the dashboard, startling Blofeld’s cat, which leapt back, scratching Blofeld’s face. He raised his hands, momentarily pointing the gun away, so Bond pushed him and he fell out of the passenger door, dropping four feet onto his head.
Bond started the car. The villains in front of him started theirs too, but Bond simply drove over them. The car behind him began to follow, but Bond pressed another button and two jets of water shot way over his own windscreen and onto that of his pursuers, causing the driver to crash into the “Caution: Children Crossing” sign.
Bond sped, relatively speaking, away. His phone rang.
“If you’ve not happy with the car, Bond,” said Q, “we can replace it.”
Bond took his sunglasses from his jacket pocket and put them on the top of his head.
“It’s fine, Q,” he said. “This is the most dangerous thing I’ve ever driven.”