Hi everyone, FarSide here! Yep, I'm trying to write another story. I hope it will be as good as Space In
Your Face was.
"My Tallests!"
Almighty Tallests Red and Purple both spun around to face the smaller Irken that had just entered the room.
"What is it now, Tita?" Red demamded. He and Purple were enjoying a puppet show from Invader Skrump
(it was Probing Day) when they were interrupted by the unannounced visitor.
The short, red-eyed Irken female gasped for breath three times before continuing. "It's the children, sirs,"
she said. "They're out of control!"
Red rolled his eyes and groaned. His and Purple's smeets had been wild and unruly all week. Just yesterday
Rarl Kove, the head advisor, and three of the technicians had complained about ten different pranks the kids
had played on them.
"If it's not itching powder in their clothes, it's whoopee cushions on their chairs," Red mumbled to himself.
Purple took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. "Alright, Tita, what did they do this time?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," Tita replied, "but it had something to do with fake vomit and peanut brittle snakes in the
mechanics' lunch boxes. The head mechanic is threatening to go on strike if this continues."
"Oh no, he won't!" Red rose out of his chair, eyes narrowed and glowing with anger. "No one's going on
strike - not while I'm around." He hovered toward the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Purple, who remained seated.
"I'm going to have a little talk with those kids," Red replied as he continued down the hall toward his private
living quarters.
"That look on his face was so funny!" giggled Aiko.
"Did you see the way she blushed?" asked Sheen.
"He'll never sit down without checking the seat again!" chuckled Tark as he banged his fist against the arm
of the couch he was sitting on, shaking from his uncontrollable laughter.
The seven royal Irken children - four of whom were Red's (Tark, Aiko, Ven, and Sakura) and three Purple's
(Sheen, Max, and Mariah) - were in one of their parents' private lounges, enjoying a good laugh about their
latest prank. In an effort to combat their boredom from being on the Massive for so long, Tark and Sheen
thought up a number of pranks to play on the staff. Their younger siblings helped carry them out.
The kids were still laughing and giggling when Red stormed into the room, scowling. Everyone immediately
fell silent.
"Hi, Dad," said Ven, smiling innocently.
Red was not amused. "Hello, son," he replied grimly.
Tark, Sheen, Aiko, and Ven backed up against the wall. Sheen held Max in her arms, while Sakura and Mariah
sat on the floor at Tark's feet.
"This is the last straw!" Red thundered. "You kids have really done it this time!" He put his hands on his hips.
"Something has got to be done about your crummy behavior."
Ven looked up at his father. "Are you going to throw us out the airlock, Dad?" he asked nervously.
Red's eyes softened. "No Ven, certainly not," he replied, shaking his head. "Your mother would never forgive
me if I did." Red's wife, Azka, though calm and pleasant most of the time, had a fiery temper that even
frightened her husband.
"We're really sorry, Dad," said Aiko.
"It was my idea, mostly," Tark admitted.
"Mine, too," added Sheen.
Red smiled a little. "I'm glad you're apologizing," he said, "but you still need to be punished. No dessert tonight."
As he turned to leave the room, he added, "Just so you know, you're not out of the woods yet. I'm going to discuss
how else to handle this with your mother, uncle, and aunt."
P.S. I'm also making a comic about this story on deviantArt, so please check that out, too. The link to my deviantArt
page is on my profile.