In the galaxy, there are four billion stars. Those stars all hold planet that orbit around them. One of the cluster of planets is called the Sun. Orbiting the sun is a planet called Earth. It's history dates back to the beginning of the universe.
On the planet Earth, is a bunch of species called humans. Humans were considered to be the most intelligent beings on the planet. Of course, they were very unintelligent and unhappy. One day, a group of people thought it would be a great idea to trade green peices of paper.
Unfortunately, this idea was a bad idea for it was the people, not the green peices of paper that was sad. So the people continued to shout and yell at each other. They even had arguments on evolution (Rubbish really).
Then one day, one person came up with a way on how to be happy. Unfortunately, that idea as well as the person was blown to bits, as well as the planet that she lived on.
This is not that person's story.
This is not the story of a british fellow, and his alien companion hitchhiking across the cosmos with a two-headed partier, and a female human.
This is instead the story of a shrunken detective that had a bad experience with a bunch of people known as The Black Organization, who had the strange notion to become immortal and rule the world. This is also the story about Harley Hartwell (the detective's best friend), Rachel (the girl he loves), and Serena (Rachel's best friend). This is also about a wholly remarkable book, never heard by any Earth being (unless you're from a different part of the multiverse).
But we must begin the story, and it begins with a house
Time Travel Inc.
Presents
A Fan Fiction Dot Net Productions
A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy/Case Closed Crossover
Jimmy's Guide to the Galaxy
Chapter 1: Jimmy's House
Jimmy woke up on the floor, wondering what to do. Getting up, he saw that he was in Anita's basement. 'How did I... oh yeah.' he thought. Jimmy then drinking alcohol again, as part of a big experiment. As he walked up the stairs, he hoped Dr. Agaza had some pain killers. As he walked out of the basement, he looked out of the window. 'Yellow.' he thought. Walking over to the cabnet, he pulled out a cup and Ifruprofin. 'Yellow?' The word yellow floated through Jimmy's head. Taking the pill, he walking upstairs. "Need to get dressed." Jimmy mumbled to himself.
Going up to the room, he found clothes on the bed with a sticky note.
Went out with Dr. Agaza. Trying to find ingrediants to cure.
-Anita
"How nice." Jimmy said to himself. As he got dressed, he adjusted the vanity mirror. 'Bulldozer' It readjusted to reveal Jimmy in his boxers. As he quickly got into his clothes, he tried to find something that could connect with the word yellow. He couldn't think straight, maybe it was this hangover. Curse the cure, and him liking it to num the pain. Jimmy was trying to remember why he was so hung over. A bypass, no a warrent. That's right, a warrent. He couldn't remember why. Walking down the stairs, he saw a second bulldozer outside drive pass the house.
Walking over to the coffee pot, he started to make coffee. "Yellow." he muttered. Why did it seem so familiar, at least this type of yellow? And what was that warrent for again?
Five minutes later, he was lying down in the mud in front of the house.
Mr. Jarred wasn't a very happy man, not usually. Picticularly, on this day today. He was a desendent of Peter the Great, a man of great talent and of great strength, who in turn was a desendent of Gengas Khan. However, Mr. Jarred, nor Gengas Khan did not know that. However we are focused on Mr. Jarred who didn't know about his desendents, due to curtural mixes over the years.
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"Yes, I'm lying in the mud, in front of my house. I want to speak to...yes. No, don't put me on..." Jimmy soon heard music come from his phone. "...hold. Nuts!" Jimmy said. Mr. Jarred walked over to where Jimmy was lying down. "Mr. Kudo, you're going to have to let us knock down the house. I'm afraid you had three weeks notice." Mr. Jarred said. "How was I supposed to know?" Jimmy said, shocked. "I was going to check on a few things, see how things were going before I left."
"Mr. Kudo, to tell you the truth, I would like to help," he said, lying under his breath, "I really would, but I have instructions that say to get rid of your home." Jimmy looked at him, thinking, then said, "Do you know who I am?" Jimmy said, in a certain tone of voice. Mr. Jarred was pieved, and was ready to grab him, throw him off the cliff, and dance around in a happy daze as Jimmy's body fell into the unknown. Mr. Jarred shook his head, remembering the job he had. He pulled down his hard hat, proving that he was serious.
"Mr. Kudo, do you know how much damage this will suffer, if I just let it roll right over you?" Mr. Jarred said. Jimmy was nervous, but went ahead and asked, "How much?" "None at all." The way Mr. Jarred said it, sent shivers down Jimmy's spine.
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By a strange couicidence, none at all is the chances of Jimmy guessing that his friend Harley, the detective from the west, was not a ape desendent, but a alien from another planet.
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Harley rode the cart down to Jimmy's house, parking it in front of a nearby bulldozer. He grabbed a couple of beers, then started to running towards the front door. "Jimmy!" Harley yelled. "Harley, over here!" he said. Harley turned around to see Jimmy, lying on the ground, in front of the bulldozer. He then ran up and crouched down next to Jimmy.
"Hey Jimmy, Whattya think you're doing? Taking a dirt nap?" Jimmy looked at Harley with a "are-you-kidding-me" look. "Harley, now's not the time for joking, they're going to destroy my home." Harley reacted differently than normal humans. "Woah! How didja know that?!" Jimmy huffed, like this was a joke, emphasizing what was going on. Harley looked around, suddenly realizing what he was talking about. "Oh when you mean they, you mean...right. Listen, I need to talk to you. Let's go to the public bar, you look like you need a stiff drink. Whattya say pal?" he said.
Jimmy really needed a stiff drink after what happened, but he then looked at his house. He then looked at Harley, "But what about my house?" he said. Harley looked at Jimmy's house, knowing that he'll never need it again. He then looked at Jimmy again, who was looking like he was upset. Harley decided to talk to the boss, Mr. Jarred.
Mr. Jarred talked to his relators, telling him how long Mr. Jimmy Kudo would be until some people of his would take him away. Harley walked toward Mr. Jarred, tapping him on the shoulder. "Mr. Jarred, excuse me?" Mr. Jarred turned around toward Harley. "But you don't really need my accosiate Jimmy Kudo right?" Mr. Jarred's brain was searching for the right answer to answer Harley's question. The messenger quickly pulled out a quick confused answer to send to the main center of the brain. "Er...yes." "So, you don't mind if I take my said accosiate, and pop him over to the pub for a quick drink?" Harley said.
Mr. Jarred realized where this was going, and smiled. 'This is sooner than I thought.' "No, not at all." Harley smiled a way a man going after your neck would smile, then said, "Good, follow me." he said, motioning Mr. Jarred to follow him. They both went to where Jimmy was sitting, waiting for the call to stop being on hold. 'How long do they have to be on hold for?' he thought. Jimmy then looked up to where the both of them were standing. "Jimmy, c'mon we're going to get a drink." He said pulling up Jimmy. "Now, Mr. Jarred. I need you to lie down in the mud." Harley said.
Both Jimmy and Mr. Jarred did a double take, surprised at what Harley just said. "I'm sorry, what was that?" he said, adjusting his hard hat. "Ah see, you don't understand. You stay here and lie in the mud. Meanwhile, Mr. Kudo and I are going to pop over to the pub and get ourselves a drink or two." Mr. Jarred started to feel a sinking sensation of dread, realizing who the real loser was. He soon walked over to where Jimmy was lying and layed down. "And just so you won't try knocking Mr. Kudo home down while he's away..." Harley grabbed his cart full of beer and placed it in the center. "Workers of Earth, I give you good tidings and beer." he announced, giving out six packs, bottles and cans of it.
Jimmy was shocked, surprised that all of this was happening. As he tried to wrap his head around the events that followed, Harley started to walk him toward the local bar. Meanwhile, Mr. Jarred closed his eyes, as he heard the sound of war, he smelt smoke, and he felt somehow relieved. Almost happy, as he saw the visions that frightened him long ago as a child.
Jimmy somehow managed to say in his shock, "It must be Mondays, I'm never good on Mondays. They always hate me." He then turned toward Harley, wondering what got over him. "Do you think we can trust them?" Jimmy said, still confused. His brain decided to take a 5 minute break, which would be how long until they were at the bar. "Oh, I trust them till the end of the Earth." "How long is that?" Jimmy wondered. "About 15 minutes or so." Harley said. Jimmy still confused about everything, said only the one thing that could make sense at the time. "What?" he said.
Author's Notes: Happy Birthday Douglas Adams. That's right, I decided to write this story when I realized that it was the Author of the HHG2TG's Birthday.
Thank you Google. Anyways, I'm leaving this out and hopefully, I'll have another update by the weekend.
Remember, Reviews are welcome.