OUT OF THIS WORLD WEDNESDAY

THE SAGA CONTINUES

Yellow Rose could easily endure temperatures that ranged from 222 degrees below zero to 222 degrees above zero, because of her in tents training on the miserable planet of Vortex, where the temps range from 222 degrees below zero to 222 degrees above zero every day! 

Her exhausted brain, however, was not able to imagine, in her wildest dreams, how she would survive the weather conditions on Phurnaphreez, where her personal spazeship, the Lady Mim, had crash landed, whilst on the way to visit Gary, to play in the bi-centennial, Hungry Games.

Phurnaphreez could not support ANY life forms, whatsoever, due to the impossible, deadly, unimaginable, stinking conditions that permeated every agonizing inch of this God forsaken excuse for a planet!

Rosie was thinking positive stuff. She still had the Lady Mim for shelter, a bit of  "food in a tube" (it looked like toothpaste but tasted like roast beast), a jug of glirf (glirf is the purple water from her home planet of Glirka, that tastes like Grape Nehi), and a few days of oxygen. 

You and I would panic in a situation like this, but what did Rosie do? She started singing this song...

What an awesome gal! 

In the meantime, Gary was getting worried!

Yellow Rose should have been there by now!

The Hungry games are held every 200 years on the asteroid of Gluten, where different creatures from all over the universe come together for glorious eating contests. 

Rosie and Gary had won the team competition for the last 800 years (bi-centennially speaking...4 times), and they were expected to win again this year, but...alas...no Yellow Rose! 

WILL ROSIE BE RESCUED?

WILL GARY FORM A POSSE 

TO FIND HER? 

WILL THE HUNGRY GAMES BE CANCELLED?

YAWL COME BACK NEXT 

WEEK TO FIND OUT!!

OUT OF THIS WORLD WEDNESDAY

MERRY CHRISTMAS 

FROM GARY AND YELLOW ROSE

OUT OF THIS WORLD WEDNESDAY

CHRISTMAS EDITION

Christmas here in outer space,

Is a time of stars and twinkle,
Of joyful songs and colored lights,
And an alien Kris Kringle.

Creatures from all alien races,

Celebrate in remote bases,

All across the universe,

Have Christmas plays they don't reherse. 

They know the Christmas script by heart,

They know the ending and the start,

They know the God who sent his son,

To give us life and Christmas fun.

Creatures who look odd and mean,

With 20 eyes and skin of green,

Love Jesus Christ like you and me,

Hang bright things on their Christmas tree.

Christmas joy is universal,

Glirkazoids need no rehersal,

Christmas spirit comes naturally,

Just like it does for you and me.

OUT OF THIS WORLD WEDNESDAY

When we try to fathom infinity, it's really hard, because we had a beginning and we will have an end, at least to our earthbound existence!

It is impossible for us to comprehend no beginning and no end. It is mind blowing to have ALWAYS existed and will ALWAYS be hangin' around, like God! 

Glirkazoids, like Gary and Rosie, DID have a beginning many, many, many moons ago, and will have an end one day, but usually not for billions of years, unless they get devoured by a ferocious spaze beast or emulsificated by an evil galactical giant!  

Let me try to help you imaginate the enormous distances from one galaxy to another, okay?

Have you ever driven to a place you've never been to on vacation or something, and it seems like you'll NEVER get there? Now imagine that feeling 1000 billion times more! THAT'S how far it is to travel to spaze destinations! 

Due to other worldly, really cool technology, the Glirkazoids, and other alien races, can travel these vast distances in a matter of nano seconds, by means of speedy spazeships, like the Silver Sausage, time travel, inter-dimensional transmigration, and "beaming" from here to there, like in Star Trek.

In fact, there was a Glirkazoid who was a consultant during the filming of Star Trek, the T.V. series! Nobody knew he was a Glirkazoid because he disguised himself as a Myna bird.

Remember, Glirkazoids are only 4 inches tall...max! 

You would think the T.V. dudes would have been suspicious of a bird giving them right on, specific details about space travel, aliens, and such, but as long as the show was a hit, they weren't asking any questions!

I guess it was even more surprising to Leonardo Di Vinci when a "rat" supplied him with all the drawings, paintings, inventions, and brilliant writings that made him so famous! You guessed it, the "rat" was a Glirkazoid incognito!

All of this fascinating information leads us to Yellow Rose (AKA Rosie) and Gary (AKA Knucklehead), who use all of the "gifts" they've been given, physically, technologically, and mentally to save worlds, galaxies, dimensions, and universes throughout the super gigantic, MASTER universe that encompasses all the other universes and everything else...Baba Looey! 

Tune in next week to find out what their next exciting mission will be!

OUT OF THIS WORLD WEDNESDAY

Gary felt a cold chill go down his spine, all the way down to his butt crack, as he and Rosie entered the infamous Gazza Galaxy to find the AAA, who were a-hankerin' to emulsificate Christmas, just to be mean and nasty!!

They were using their U-Kont Seamy device to make the Silver Sausage (thier magnificent spazeship) invisible to the AAA.

In addition, they were listening on their Biggear Zound eqibment, for the pityfull screams of the victims, who were being violated, while their innocent eyes saw all of their Christmas decorations gathered up! (Like in How The Grinch Stole Christmas)

Rosie is the first to hear a blood curdling scream, then Gary hears one on the other side of the galaxy, then two screams, four screams, will there be some more screams, a hundred screams from the north and east, a thousand screams, like from an injured beast!

Rosie - "We have NEVER failed the Supreme Glirkheads on ANY mission, but how can we stop THIS?! There are too many, and the AAA's are so powerful and NASTY!!"

Gary - "Slim Whitman." 

Rosie - "What?"

Gary - "Slim Whitman!" Didn't you ever see the movie "Mars Attacks?"

Rosie - "No."

Gary - "Watch this clip!"

Rosie - "I get it!" We will just send the Slim Whitman music, electromigrainifully, to the AAA brains and they will explode in a green goo! Cool!"

That's exactly what they did, and stopped the AAA from destroying Christmas! 

Yaaaaay! I love happy endings, don't you?