OUT OF THIS WORLD WEDNESDAY
SURPRISING SURVIVAL SKILLS
At our last juncture in time and spaze, we left our gregarious Glirkazoids packing their rugged rucksacks with all the needed items to transmigrate the Great Jewel Of Neprotonicus 11 to Neprotonicus 12 before the whole dang planet imploded into a little ball of clay, smaller than a Plutonius pin ball!
As the pathetic, pulsating planet, pulsates pitifully, and the blue, bubbling and boiling blava blows out of the ground, whilst the wild, whistling, woeful wind whips Gary and Rosie weirdly, they trek on to the cavernous cave of the Great Jewel Of Neprotonicus!!
By the way, I forgot to mention that they made their usual, unorthodox landing on Neprotonicus 11 a few parsecs earlier!
Gary - "It's really awesome that we have traversed this planet for about 13 daayloos, and have not been halted by the wild, whipping, whistling, woeful winds, pulsated to death, or boiled in the blue, flowing blava, Rosie?!!"
Rosie - "What are you talking about, Gary?!! We're only 500 pleets from the Silver Sausage spazeship, and it's only been 13 minooties!!
Gary - "Hmmm, it seemed much longer to me. Are we there yet?"
Rosie - "Don't start in, mush head!!! How's about I leave you back in the Silver Sausage, where you WILL NOT get half of the 20,000 pazooza reward for this miserable job?! "
Gary - "Okay, okay, but can you reach the Reese's Pieces in my rucksack so I don't give out on the trail, Rosie girl?"
Rosie - "Are you kidding me, Gary! We just...
At that instant, a BIG burst of wicked wind blows Rosie off the path, and the pulsating planet shakes her to the very edge of a deep crevasse that is filled with boiling, bubbling, blue blava!!!
Quicker than a Juk on a moonbug, Gary grabs his Indiana Jones whip and whips it around the waist of Rosie, without breaking the skin, and pulls her back to safety!!!
Rosie - "Gary! You saved my life! I was about to belly flop into that molten blava! How can I ever thank you?!!"
Gary - "A few Reese's Pieces will suffice, me lady!"
Our fearless spaze friends, move forward, through the forest of fossilized ferocious felines, who frightened fourteen fanatical flightless fowl by reanimating fast and furiously last Friday!
Rosie - "We have to be very quiet, Gary, so as not to reanimate these fossilized ferocious felines, so they won't feast on our faces."
Gary - "What? These are just big rocks, Rosie! They cannot reanimate from their rigid rockiness! How ridiculous!
At that, Gary picks up a big stick, and whops the fossilized felines furiously!
Gary - "See! Not even a minor movement, my amigo!"
All of a sudden, the fossilized ferocious felines reanimate faster than Fetter Flies, who reanimate REALLY fast!
So try to imagine this in your wildest imagination. The whole planet is pulsating ... the weird, wicked wind is blowing woefully, hot molten blava is spewing out of the ground , and gigantic, reanimated, powerful panthers and pumas are chasing our champions!!
Gary - (running and out of breath) "Maybe I should have listened to you, Rosie!"
Rosie -(running behind Gary) "You THINK?!!"
Rosie turns around, faces the felines fearlessly, and fires her emulsificator flawlessly! The "capped" cats fall into a crevasse of molten blava, where they are immediately fossilized again! That's the circle of life, I guess.
Gary - "You saved my rotten life, Rosie! When I didn't deserve it! How can I repay you, my friend?"
Rosie - " With the natural food of Glirkazoids, of course!"
Seriously, folks..if these episodes get any more exciting, I'll need to wear an oxygen mask as I write them! It seems that this may be the one time Gary and Rosie do not succeed in their mission! Oh, I hope they do! I'd miss those little Glirkazoid goofballs! Wouldn't you? Don't answer that!
