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Chapter 1: Moses
One day in Egypt, Moses was just waking up from a long restful night, when he saw his great-great-great-great-great-grandfather looking in at him through the window of his bedroom. He jumped up, remembering today was the day he was supposed to be taking people out of Egypt. "Thanks, gramps!" he said.
"You're welcome," said Abraham. "But there's one thing I need you to do for me first…"
"Yeah, what?" asked Moses as he tied his sandals on.
"Well, I really need to be patted on the head for thirty seven seconds, have a bucket of water dumped over me and take a bath in scrambled eggs. I don't know who else to go to and if this doesn't happen within ten hours, I won't go back to my own time and almost murder my son. It would ruin all of history!"
Moses gasped. "Oh my God, gramps! I must help you!" He opened the window. Abraham climbed in and sat on Moses's bed. Moses began to pat his head.
Unfortunately he forgot to count the seconds exactly, and patted Abraham for thirty eight seconds, messing up the ritual. After dumping water on his head and spending four hours scrambling eggs for Abraham's bath, all was done. Abraham disappeared from Moses's house and Moses went out to save his people from slavery.
Abraham found himself hurtling through time and space again. "Oh, bugger!" he wailed as he felt his own time slip by. "Where will I land next?"
Thanks for reading! The next chapter will be out shortly. R&R, pretty please!