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"Aah! JENNY!!!"
Jenny instantly dropped what she was doing to fly to Tuck's rescue. Unfortunately, the thing that she dropped happened to be Mrs. Wakeman's newest monitor.
The scientist shook her head disapprovingly. "XJ-9, those boys are a terrible influence on you. . ."
She sighed, talking to herself. "If only she would forget about those children and concentrate more on fulfilling her primary function - saving the Earth!"
"I've got you, Tuck!" Jenny hovered just below where the boy was hanging by his shirt from a chimney. She got a firm grip on her friend as she descended. "How'd you get up there, anyway?"
Tuck blushed. "I was playing with my plane and it landed . . . my plane! I slipped before I could grab it!" He stared in dismay at the roof.
Jenny laughed. "I'll get it for you."
She flew back up and plucked the toy off of the roof, returning to Tuck's side and handing it over. She blinked at his dismayed groan, then spotted the cracked wing.
"Here, let me see it. . ." the robot asked, taking the toy back. She held a finger out, watching as a small nozzle emerged and an intense heat melted the cracked plastic, repairing the damage.
She carefully retracted the welder, noting the storm clouds overhead. It was going to storm soon.
Tuck's face lit up. "Wow, cool! You're the best, Jenny!"
Jenny affected a modest stance, hands behind her back and one foot behind the other.
"Aw, gee. . . I'm not THAT great. . ." Tuck bounced happily. "Are you kidding?! I'm friends with a super powerful, crime fighting robot! That's the coolest!"
Jenny laughed. "Come on, I'm just an ordinary gir!"
She was cut off by a loud cracking sound as a blast of lightning caught the tip of one pigtail. Jenny went rigid and actually jumped into the air before landing on her back, smoldering.
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"XJ-9? XJ-9!" A familiar voice, full of urgency commanded Jenny to rouse.
She gave a little groan and sat up, turning to find three worried faces peering at her.
"Jenny!" Brad brightened and hurried over, only to find Mrs. Wakeman in the way. "Don't touch her!"
Brad blinked in surprise.
He knew that the scientist disapproved of her creation's friends, but to forbid him to see if Jenny was okay? Mrs. Wakeman was wearing gloves as she held a small chain out. She touched it to Jenny's chassis, surprising everyone with the resulting spark.
"The XJ-9's outer chassis was still charged from the earlier electrical overload." She explained knowingly.
Jenny stared blankly, then swung her legs over the side of the table that she had been laying on to better face her friends. "I think that I'm okay now. . ."
Brad gave her a thumbs up. "Glad to hear it, Jen!"
Jenny beamed at such energy, charmed. She sobered and turned to her "mom." "Just what happened?"
Mrs. Wakeman smiled, but it was Brad who answered.
"You got hit by lightning! They say you have just as good a chance of winning the lottery . . . hey, maybe you should buy me a ticket!" Jenny smiled. "You know that I'm too young. . ."
Mrs. Wakeman nodded. "Indeed; both physically and mentally." She smiled as Jenny scowled, taking offense.
Jenny decided to drop it. "I feel like I was struck by lightning . . . how'd that happen?"
She blinked as Brad and Tuck shoved past Mrs. Wakeman to reach her. "You don't remember?!"
Jenny's face fell. "No, I don't. The last thing that I remember is. . ." Her eyes widened in shock. "Is . . . oh no!"
From the panicked look in the robot's eyes, it didn't take a genius to figure out what was wrong.
Tuck gasped. "She lost her memory?!!"
Jenny wailed loudly at the thought, and Brad gave his brother a gentle kick. "Ixnay, Tuck!" He smiled at his distraught friend. "It's okay, Jenny, really! Isn't it, Mrs. Wakeman?"
Mrs. Wakeman nodded, unconcerned. "It's only a minor case of amnesia. Your memory banks were damaged by the lightning, but they should reboot. You'll be good as new in no time!"
She blinked as she found her "daughter" staring at her as if she'd grown a second head, then begun speaking in tongues. "Er . . . what is it, XJ-9?"
Jenny frowned, upset. "Will you stop calling me that?! My name is Jenny! And what are you talking about?!!"
Brad smiled. Now THAT sounded like the Jenny he knew! Well, except for the last part.
"Robot stuff, eh?" He blinked as Jenny stared at him as well.
Mrs. Wakeman seemed to be concerned again. "Oh my . . . could you please tell us your full name, dear?" Jenny blinked. "Jenny Wakeman. Why?"
"Manufacturing date?" Mrs. Wakeman continued.
Jenny pulled away. "Manufacturing . . . what do you think that I am, some kind of robot?!"
Jenny couldn't understand why Mrs. Wakeman, Brad, and Tuck all scrambled to the far side of the room, looking as if they were in shock.
To Be Continued. . .
"Aah! JENNY!!!"
Jenny instantly dropped what she was doing to fly to Tuck's rescue. Unfortunately, the thing that she dropped happened to be Mrs. Wakeman's newest monitor.
The scientist shook her head disapprovingly. "XJ-9, those boys are a terrible influence on you. . ."
She sighed, talking to herself. "If only she would forget about those children and concentrate more on fulfilling her primary function - saving the Earth!"
"I've got you, Tuck!" Jenny hovered just below where the boy was hanging by his shirt from a chimney. She got a firm grip on her friend as she descended. "How'd you get up there, anyway?"
Tuck blushed. "I was playing with my plane and it landed . . . my plane! I slipped before I could grab it!" He stared in dismay at the roof.
Jenny laughed. "I'll get it for you."
She flew back up and plucked the toy off of the roof, returning to Tuck's side and handing it over. She blinked at his dismayed groan, then spotted the cracked wing.
"Here, let me see it. . ." the robot asked, taking the toy back. She held a finger out, watching as a small nozzle emerged and an intense heat melted the cracked plastic, repairing the damage.
She carefully retracted the welder, noting the storm clouds overhead. It was going to storm soon.
Tuck's face lit up. "Wow, cool! You're the best, Jenny!"
Jenny affected a modest stance, hands behind her back and one foot behind the other.
"Aw, gee. . . I'm not THAT great. . ." Tuck bounced happily. "Are you kidding?! I'm friends with a super powerful, crime fighting robot! That's the coolest!"
Jenny laughed. "Come on, I'm just an ordinary gir!"
She was cut off by a loud cracking sound as a blast of lightning caught the tip of one pigtail. Jenny went rigid and actually jumped into the air before landing on her back, smoldering.
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"XJ-9? XJ-9!" A familiar voice, full of urgency commanded Jenny to rouse.
She gave a little groan and sat up, turning to find three worried faces peering at her.
"Jenny!" Brad brightened and hurried over, only to find Mrs. Wakeman in the way. "Don't touch her!"
Brad blinked in surprise.
He knew that the scientist disapproved of her creation's friends, but to forbid him to see if Jenny was okay? Mrs. Wakeman was wearing gloves as she held a small chain out. She touched it to Jenny's chassis, surprising everyone with the resulting spark.
"The XJ-9's outer chassis was still charged from the earlier electrical overload." She explained knowingly.
Jenny stared blankly, then swung her legs over the side of the table that she had been laying on to better face her friends. "I think that I'm okay now. . ."
Brad gave her a thumbs up. "Glad to hear it, Jen!"
Jenny beamed at such energy, charmed. She sobered and turned to her "mom." "Just what happened?"
Mrs. Wakeman smiled, but it was Brad who answered.
"You got hit by lightning! They say you have just as good a chance of winning the lottery . . . hey, maybe you should buy me a ticket!" Jenny smiled. "You know that I'm too young. . ."
Mrs. Wakeman nodded. "Indeed; both physically and mentally." She smiled as Jenny scowled, taking offense.
Jenny decided to drop it. "I feel like I was struck by lightning . . . how'd that happen?"
She blinked as Brad and Tuck shoved past Mrs. Wakeman to reach her. "You don't remember?!"
Jenny's face fell. "No, I don't. The last thing that I remember is. . ." Her eyes widened in shock. "Is . . . oh no!"
From the panicked look in the robot's eyes, it didn't take a genius to figure out what was wrong.
Tuck gasped. "She lost her memory?!!"
Jenny wailed loudly at the thought, and Brad gave his brother a gentle kick. "Ixnay, Tuck!" He smiled at his distraught friend. "It's okay, Jenny, really! Isn't it, Mrs. Wakeman?"
Mrs. Wakeman nodded, unconcerned. "It's only a minor case of amnesia. Your memory banks were damaged by the lightning, but they should reboot. You'll be good as new in no time!"
She blinked as she found her "daughter" staring at her as if she'd grown a second head, then begun speaking in tongues. "Er . . . what is it, XJ-9?"
Jenny frowned, upset. "Will you stop calling me that?! My name is Jenny! And what are you talking about?!!"
Brad smiled. Now THAT sounded like the Jenny he knew! Well, except for the last part.
"Robot stuff, eh?" He blinked as Jenny stared at him as well.
Mrs. Wakeman seemed to be concerned again. "Oh my . . . could you please tell us your full name, dear?" Jenny blinked. "Jenny Wakeman. Why?"
"Manufacturing date?" Mrs. Wakeman continued.
Jenny pulled away. "Manufacturing . . . what do you think that I am, some kind of robot?!"
Jenny couldn't understand why Mrs. Wakeman, Brad, and Tuck all scrambled to the far side of the room, looking as if they were in shock.
To Be Continued. . .