Hucailluc

Or

How We Traveled Through Space and Time Using a Fridge

All was quiet in the quaint little house. A storm raged outside, but all those inside were safely tucked in their beds, or sitting on their tables and counters, or hanging off their walls, or hiding in their cupboards; as was the way of the house's strange occupants.

Tony The Talking Clock was fast asleep in his place in the living room, just over the television set. The only sign that he was a living object was a faint snoring. He showed the time 4:40, as he often did, since he preferred to use his clock hands for a mustache instead of their intended use. He still could be counted on as a clock, however, for he knew what time it was by heart.

A roar of thunder and a piercing scream shook the house, knocking Tony off the wall. He sprouted his arms and legs in an attempt to catch himself, but instead landed in a tangled pile on the floor. He sprang up quickly and ran to the kitchen, where he believed the scream had emanated from. Sure enough, Sketchbook was sitting on the counter, her cover flipped over her face in what seemed to be and attempt to hide herself.

"Sketchbook, is something wrong?" Tony asked, approaching cautiously.

"It's nothing," she muttered. "Go back to sleep."

"What's going on?" Duck's head peaked into the kitchen.

"Don't worry about it..." Sketchbook muttered, but Tony took a step forward anyway.

One of the upper cupboards flipped open. "What's the matter?" asked Spinach Can.

"Ya, oh, what?" said Bread Boy in his singing tone, drumming lightly on his jars. He had been watching everything uneasily from the counter.

"Everyone, please, go back to sleep." Sketchbook sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

"Hello, what's happening in here?" Meat Man had finally decided to show his face as well.

Sketchbook sighed despondently, finally flipping her cover over. Her face was covered in writing, most likely from a sharpie marker. Her cheeks were dark grey and she stared at each one of them accusingly, her embarrassment seemingly evaporating in the wake of anger.

"Anyone care to confess?" she asked coldly.

Everyone replied with a chorus of "Wasn't me!"

"What the heck is going on here?" asked Red Guy, who had finally arrived in the kitchen to see what the fuss was about.

"Someone wrote on Sketchbook!" explained Spinach Can.

"Oh," said Red Guy. "Is that all?" He walked to the front of the group and stood in front of sketchbook. He reached out and grabbed her front page, and with one quick motion, ripped it out. Everyone gasped.

"Mumph!" mumbled Sketchbook, staring at him in surprise. He quickly grabbed a pencil and drew her mouth back on.

"Better?" he asked.

"Yeah." Sketchbook nodded.

"Good," he said. "Now, if we're done for the night, I would like to go back to be-" His sentence was cut off when something on the paper caught his eye. An all too familiar name stuck out amongst the writing: Roy.

"What?" he said, in a slightly surprised tone. This got everyone's attention, for Red Guy rarely showed emotions. The fact that he was clearly surprised caught everyone off guard.

"What's it say?" asked Duck, clearly intrigued.

Red Guy cleared his throat. "Ahem, it says, We have Roy. If you ever want to see him again come to these coordinates. And then there's a bunch of numbers."

"Did someone say dad's name?" asked Yellow Guy, who had also finally arrived in the kitchen. "Is he ok?" Roy had been missing for a few days, and though no one acknowledged it, everyone could see the lines of dry tears on Yellow Guy's face.

"We're not sure." said Red Guy. He placed the note on the counter, where Colin (who apparently had appeared without anyone realizing) picked it up and examined it. Red Guy once again leaned over to face Sketchbook. "Do you have any idea who wrote this note?"

"No sorry, I didn't even feel it being written. I just woke up all the sudden and I could smell the sharpie. I just connected the dots after that." she replied, sadly.

Everyone was quiet for a time, when suddenly Colin yelled in surprise, an exclamation point on his screen.

"What is it?" asked Red Guy.

"These coordinates! I just plotted them."

"And where do they lead?"

"Several billion light years into space, that's where!" Colin yelled. "I don't possibly know how Roy's kidnapper expects us to get there!"

"Dad's been kidnapped?!" exclaimed Yellow Guy. "Oh, what do we do!?"

"Maybe I can help."

Everyone turned to face the Fridge, who had so far been silent through this whole ordeal.

"What?" asked Yellow Guy.

"I said, maybe I can help."

"How?" asked Red Guy.

"I can get you to those coordinates." he replied.

"Pft, you!?" laughed Colin. "You can get us all the way to some distant planet on the other side of the universe? You!?"

"Well, not all the way." said Fridge thoughtfully.

"I should think not!" scoffed Colin. "Now, how are we-"

"Maybe just half way." Fridge finished, interrupting Colin. "And then someone can take you the rest of the way from there."

"What? That's ridiculous!" exclaimed Colin, "How in the world would you manage that?"

"With a Hucailluc of course!"

"A what?"

"A Hucailluc! I grab a piece of space time here." Fridge raised a hand to demonstrate. "And a piece of space time there." He reached forward. "And then I pull them together!" He made a forceful gesture in the air. "And then I let go of the piece here, kind of like a slingshot! It really comes in handy, because I don't have any legs!"

"That is the stupidest thing I ever heard!" yelled Colin, but nobody was listening to him anymore, they were all focused on Fridge.

"Okay," said Tony, taking charge of the situation. "What do you need us to do?"

"Well, you need to decide who's going. I can only carry four of you." replied Fridge.

"I'm going!" exclaimed Yellow Guy. "He's my dad, after all."

"Maybe I should go," said Tony. "This is space time, after all."

"If Tony's going then I'm going." said Sketchbook. "He's my friend and he may need my help!"

"Okay, one more. Who else?" asked Fridge.

"I can go." said Red Guy.

"Actually, um, maybe Colin should come." muttered Yellow Guy, to everyone's surprise. "He has the coordinates figured out after all, and whoever Fridge is taking us to needs them."

"Well, if you think so." said Red Guy.

"No!" yelled Colin. Everyone looked angrily at him, causing him to shrink away from their stares, sighing. "Fine, I'll go. But I would like to go on the record for saying I still think this is stupid."

"Okay everyone, grab on and hold on tight!" said Fridge. Tony placed Colin and Sketchbook on top of Fridge. They grabbed onto his forehead, but Colin rolled his eyes. Yellow Guy and Tony grabbed onto Fridge's sides.

"Are we ready?" asked Fridge.

"Wait," said Red Guy. He placed a hand on Tony's shoulder. He looked at Yellow Guy and then back at Tony. "Watch out for him, please." Red Guy then glanced thoughtfully at the other objects that were about to set off into the unknown. "Get everyone home safely."

Tony was surprised by his request, but he nodded anyway, and Red Guy let him go.

"Okay," Tony said to Fridge.

"Here we go!" Fridge exclaimed.

He retched his hand to the side and gripped the air, which folded slightly in his grasp like fabric. Pink sparkles drifted down from where reality had ripped around the edges of his fist. He reached forward, and a folded piece of realty appeared in his other hand, presumably from their destination.

"You know," said Colin, eyeing the two pieces nervously. "I'm starting to have second thought-EEEEEAAAA!" suddenly the Fridge pulled the two pieces of reality together, and released the one in the kitchen. Colin was cut off as they were catapulted through space and time.