TRAVELIN' TUESDAY
AMABO 6
This planet really sucked cosmic wind!
Why would they send us to such a dry, desolate, God forsaken place in the remotest part of the universe.
What was even worse, Amabo 6 was doomed to be destroyed by a giant asteroid in just a few days!
What was even worse, Amabo 6 was doomed to be destroyed by a giant asteroid in just a few days!
Major Cronin understood he was not the most beloved member of the Inter-Galactic Force, after he emulsified the Royal Ambassador of Delkron for trying to eat his personal shuttlecraft, but this was ridiculous!
Cronin's 7 person crew were getting restless, and kept asking about the mission.
"Why are we here?" "Is this a punishment?" "When are we going home?"
The crew looked up to Cronin, and he didn't have the heart to tell them that he had not been told anything himself!
General Gieselman just smiled, put his hand on Cronin's shoulder, and said, "Bill , the mission will be obvious after you get there," as Cronin boarded the gigantic, silver cargo vessel 11 months ago for Amabo 6.
Obvious?! Obvious?!! Nothing was obvious!!
They had been there for 3 weeks now, and absolutely nothing had happened, or been discovered, or made a noise, or even moved, except for the asteroid, that moved closer each minute!
This hell hole had no vegetation, no water, no life forms, and no saloons!
A nice, ice cold beer would be perfect right now, Cronin thought to himself, as he shuffled through the hot sand of the pitiful planet.
All of a sudden, Major Cronin hears a slight pop sound, and a bottle of Xanpus beer (Cronin's favorite), pops out of the sand!
Cronin bends over and touches the bottle in amazement...It's ice cold!!
When the thirsty crew see what just happened, they begin thinking about beer, and ice cold bottles of their favorite beers start popping up in the sand!
"Eureka," cries Major Cronin! "We've found it!"
It was now obvious to Cronin that their mission was to load the massive cargo vessel with beer and bring it back to earth, to end to the "great beer shortage"...this needed to be accomplished before Amabo 6 was destroyed!
So, feverishly, they had to think about beer, the beer would pop out of the sand, and then it had to be quickly loaded on the immense cargo vessel before the asteroid strike!
After toiling for what seemed like forever, but was actually 97 hours and 14 minutes, the vessel was filled with beer.
"Done," Cronin said with pride, but with just minutes to spare.
Everyone was loaded on the vessel.
It would have to be a super light speed take off to avoid the destructive force of the asteroid, and the debris that would be exploding up from the shattered planet of Amabo 6.
There is no way to stop the countdown and launch now...10..9..8..7..
Cronin looks out of the porthole at the doomed planet, and thinks about how proud his deceased Dad would have been right now...
6..5..
At that moment, Cronin sees something coming out of the sand and standing up...
4..3..2..1 BLASTOFF!
When the thirsty crew see what just happened, they begin thinking about beer, and ice cold bottles of their favorite beers start popping up in the sand!
"Eureka," cries Major Cronin! "We've found it!"
It was now obvious to Cronin that their mission was to load the massive cargo vessel with beer and bring it back to earth, to end to the "great beer shortage"...this needed to be accomplished before Amabo 6 was destroyed!
So, feverishly, they had to think about beer, the beer would pop out of the sand, and then it had to be quickly loaded on the immense cargo vessel before the asteroid strike!
After toiling for what seemed like forever, but was actually 97 hours and 14 minutes, the vessel was filled with beer.
"Done," Cronin said with pride, but with just minutes to spare.
Everyone was loaded on the vessel.
It would have to be a super light speed take off to avoid the destructive force of the asteroid, and the debris that would be exploding up from the shattered planet of Amabo 6.
There is no way to stop the countdown and launch now...10..9..8..7..
Cronin looks out of the porthole at the doomed planet, and thinks about how proud his deceased Dad would have been right now...
6..5..
At that moment, Cronin sees something coming out of the sand and standing up...
4..3..2..1 BLASTOFF!
It is his Father!!
Oh No A hell hole with no vegetation...lol! That is oneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ugly dude I have to agree. Oh MY Oh MY, my,my. Whoooo hoooo Beer? Used to love the stuff. haha Oh wow & it popped up outa the sand at just the thought of it. Hummm now that's a thought! Well I sure hope they get to pick up ole Dad! When do we find out? Will we find out? Will they all get drunk on the way home if they don't get hit be the debris or an asteroid or something. This was cool. Loved the story. It takes me away like Calgon bath beads would if I had some. haha Great blog my friend. Y Roseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
ReplyDeleteI have some bad news for ya, Yellow Rose. The dad is deader than a door nail! It was a hard lesson for Major Cronin, but he was too shortsighted to realize that he could have thought of many things of more importance than beer. Anything he wanted to imagine would have come up through the sand...a cure for some dreaded space disease, the wisdom of the ancient Glirkazoids, puppies...
DeleteHowever, he learned to make wise choices after that, and was able to rescue the whole Duurillian race, due to his abundance of common sense and discernment.
If my answer seemed a bit dysfunctional...it's because of the Calgon thing and ants in your pants images in my mind. LOL!
Haha! Great disfunctional ending. HAHAAAA ! Well you went above & beyond the call of blog duty writing an ending for me in-spite of my pants, ants & the calgon. What would I do without you Danny??? You just make my day. Luv Mim
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