Zobey's droid-dad zoomed into the kitchen where Zobey sat. "Son!" shouted his dad, "You clean this mess up now!"
Zobey took out his super Stay-Clean eraser and rubbed the dirty wall with it. The mess vanished from the wall and was now sparkling clean.
"Zobey, could you oil my joints?" asked his dad, "I want to look good for my job interview!"
Zobey went to get the oil can and ran into a Florp that was sneaking into the house. "FLORP!!!" shrieked the surprised Florp that was holding a TV. The Florp dropped the TV and jumped out the window. Zobey ran back into the kitchen to tell his dad that they were being robbed.
"We're being robbed!" shouted Zobey, but his droid-dad was too rusted to say or do anything. "Oops!" said Zobey, "I forgot the oil can!"
Zobey went and got the oil can and took it over to his dad. Then Zobey told his dad what happened after he oiled him. "Did he take anything?" asked his dad . Zobey proudly said, "Nope! I stopped him before he could!" Then Zobey took his dad into the living room and said, "See! Nothing's gone!"
His dad's eyes grew bigger than his head. "What do you mean nothing's gone?!" yelled his dad looking around the empty living room, "Everything is gone!" Zobey started to say something by his dad started talking again. "You lied, you're grounded!" He said as he got his briefcase out of the always-room closet.
"But...But...I...." sputtered Zortion Zobey.
His dad got his jacket and stepped into the super transportion-elevator. "You stay in your room until I get home from the interview!" ordered Zobey's dad. Then he got sucked through the big tube in the elevator and was taken to the office building where he was supposed to go for his job.
Zobey went to his room and started to play his video games. "Game over!" said the computer when Zobey's ship got blown up. "I lost!" said Zobey angrily. Then he turned it off. Suddenly there was a loud bang outside, and someone busted the door down.
"Freeze!" shouted a policeman who was holding a big fish, "You are under arrest!" Then three more policemen walked in with walkie-talkies. "Milk, it does a body good, over!" said a police officer into his walkie-talkie.
Then a different policeman took out some cheese and a cheese grater. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way!" said the policeman with the cheese over Zobey's head. "Where were you ten minutes ago?" demanded the officer. Zobey thought for a second and then said, "Right here!" Then the policeman looked at his partner. "Sure! Like we're gonna believe a little kid like you!" snickered the policeman. "Do you got any proof?" he asked. Zobey started to tell him he had proof but the policeman cut him off. "No proof? Ah! Too bad!" he said, "Cuff him,boys!" Then two policemen came up to Zobey and hand-cuffed him.
"No! I'm too good looking to go to jail!" shouted Zortian Zobey as he got dragged away to the police hovercar (Hey! It's a different planet! What kind of car did you expect?!).
Suddenly out of nowhere Zobey's Droid-dad zoomed up to him and started laughing. "That's what happens when you don't eat your noodle strings and martian meat balls!!!" laughed Zobey's dad. "See you in twenty years,son!"
Zobey didn't realize that when you mess with food products you have to make the time up in..
The author comments, "Liked the previous sentences better. These are harder & less inviting to write for."
Gee, and Toast Point was so proud of them...what do the rest of you think?
"What were you doin' with that city feller!?" bellowed Flem, shaking Flammie with his excrement-encrusted hands and smearing her pink rayon party dress (which looked curiously out-of-place anyway in the daytime).
"What were YOU doin' with that Sofie Mae woman, rollin' around in her hog waller? Let go of me, you filthy..." shrieked Flammie, slapping Flem with all her might, sending Press-On Nails flying in every direction.
"Here now..." drawled Kix, delighted to have stumbled upon a reason to exert his authority as town guardian... "Both of you, up against the car! That's right, spread 'em!"
"Flem, you're gonna have to LICK this car clean..." muttered a furious Flammie as she complied, livid at the filthy state of her second-best caddy.
After a quick frisk, Kix soon had each Flaker handcuffed to a door handle of their respective Caddys. "What'n'hell are both of you squallin' about. Flem?"
"Well, I was visitin' Miss Sofie Mae, to get her to come back to the church 'n' all, but her hog escaped and ran down here, 's this place was Floyd's, y'see, and ..." Silenced from an evil glare by Flammie, Flem shut up.
"And you, Miss Flammie?"
"Well, I wuz here to discuss some things with Mr. Lindenwood..."
"In a party dress?"
Flammie looked frightened, then recovered. "I spilled somethin' on my jumper - this was the only thing I had in the house..."
Oblivious to the interrogation in progress in his driveway, Bertie slowly came to. With a groan, he got to his feet, not quite sure what happened, and rose to investigate the noises in his bedroom. "Miss Flammie, are you in there?"
The late afternoon sun shone strongly through his bedroom window, causing a Close-Encounters backlighting effect as Sofie Mae appeared in his bedroom doorway before he could enter. "Hi," she drawled, "A'm Sofie Mae Strunk. I'm your neighbor up the mountain. Can y'all help me get mah hog from under your bed?"
Bertie, no less stunned by the silhouetted beauty in his bedroom doorway than by the concept of a farm animal under his bed, replied with less than his usual articulation, "Ummm...OK..."
Noting that he still wasn't moving, Sofie gently guided him inside the bedroom with her hand. "Now you just grab the foot and lift it up, and I'll poke Petunia out this with here broom."
In a daze, he stood staring at her. Sofie jumped, realizing that her blouse had become undone yet again, and actually blushed as she realized that this gentleman was not your typical Widow's Peak resident, and might actually be worth knowing. Those kind eyes - although they were still spinning like marbles... "Come ON, Mr...."
"Um, Lindenwood, but you can call me Bertie, um..., ma'am...."
"Well, come on, then, help me out!" Sofie turned, blushing, realizing that she'd been staring a bit back herself.
"Gosh-a-mighty, Mr. Lind - ah, Bertie, Ah ain't never seen Petunia cotton to a man like she does to y'all. I reckon she must be in heat," Sophie Mae exclaimed, feeling a bit in heat herself for the object of her hog's desire. "Does y'all like hogs?" she inquired hopefully.
Bertie, unable to speak, managed a faint nod that Sophie Mae took for a yes but Bertie really meant as a signal for help as his head was the only part of his anatomy that was able to move. Sophie Mae, encouraged by his assent, flung herself onto the bed beside Bertie and Petunia just as Kix walked through the door to see if perhaps Bertie wanted to press charges against one or both of the Flakers.
"Hayl's bales!" exclaimed Kix. "It's one a them menagerie-a-troys I heard about but ain't never seen in action before! I had you figgered all along for one a them pre-verts, Mr. Lindamood and I see I wuz right! Takin advantage of a innocent gal and her pig! You ort to be ashamed!"
Petunia, sensing that her owner and her new-found friend were being threatened, leaped from the bed and butted Kix with enough force to propel him back through the bedroom door, through the house, down the steps, and into the side of Flammie's Caddy with enough force to put a slight dent in the left front fender.
