'I SPY versus AYE Mc SPY.....the TARTAN TERROR'. [part one of six]
'I-jinks in the I-slands with I. Spy!'
SYNOPSIS: with no skullduggery to deal with for months, BOSS is reduced to playing tiddlywinks at SPY HQ. I SPY whisks a reluctant BOSS off for a Scottish holiday, where ,out in the sparsely-populated wilds, the bizarre HERMIT-SPY 'AYE Mc SPY' character spots the pair, and this agressive, impulsive agitator instantly launches into offensive attack, on his motorized 'SUPER-CABER'.
I SPY offers his English hand in friendship, but is debilitated by a violently responsive 'haggis-basher' [club], whilst poor BOSS flees into the distance, pursued by the demented CALEDONIAN of ill manners. However, I SPY'S 'automatic-homing-rocket-powered-axe' comes into useful effect, 'McChoppering' Mc SPY'S lethal club. Scotland's premier SPY responds by releasing a brace of compact 'spy-eating haggises', so I SPY consults the handy 'all about haggises' handbook, which reveals that JAM BUTTIES are the creature's menu of choice.....
-------a clockwork jam butty [mobile variety'] is rapidly despatched, enticing the unwitting haggises, who fall prey to the BUTTY'S explosive properties. Mc SPY concedes defeat in this first round, and he is last seen speeding into the distance [on his mobile caber], threatening to return and 'Mc SOSSAFRIZE' our heroes. I SPY elicits to 'get after that tartan twit.....before he hurts someone!'

THIS TALE refreshingly wipes the slate clean once more, and instead of simply re-heating the old winning formula, launches off into uncharted territory, which I always find preferable. This debut episode is basically a series of hyper-stereotypical SCOTTISH comedy-cliches, of the sort that make GRAN'PAW BROON bathing in a bath of cold porridge appear sedate and restrained. Following the similarly-menacing figures of MR. X and MAHAIREE YOGI, AYE Mc SPY has a totally different visual persona; essentially, he is a muscle-bound menace with 'POPEYE' fists, his body encased in an ankle-length tube of stainless steel tartan.
Much Scottish fantasy dialogue comes to the fore in this one,: 'I'm gonna Mc Marmalize ye!', and the stereotypical gags reach a crescendo as Mc SPY releases a batch of lethal mini-haggises from his sporran pouch. The creatures in question are very unlike the definitive VIC NEILL 'BEANO' haggises of 'WEE BEN NEVIS', and much of this overall setpiece [particularly the aforementioned haggises] is more akin to 1967 'WHAM!' than 1969 'SPARKY'. Nothing wrong with that, of course!
Mc SPY'S motorized caber is, perhaps, inspired by contemporary 'WACKY RACES' [also a product of 1969].
This overall episode may be essentially 'plot-free' [this would come over the following weeks] but is a highly entertaining, dynamic opener that is quite possibly the finest [and certainly funniest] debut instalment.
I SPY'S DEVICES: tank-tracks,'automatic-homing-rocket-powered-axe', and 'clockwork jam butty' [complete with Scottish 'jeely piece' subtext]: EXPLODING VARIETY.....
NEXT WEEK- the SINISTER SECRET in AYE Mc SPY'S LAIR!













