KingOfTheLab presents...
a WordGirl story...
INVASION
Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape or form, own WordGirl.
Spotlights shine on a stage, WordGirl steps out from the wings. She approaches a microphone, and clears her throat.
"Hello…is this thing on? Hello? There. Okay. Our first word is…admonition. An admonition is a warning or word of caution, sometimes given by a friend or authority figure. Thank you."
WordGirl bows, and leaves the stage.
Chapter 1- Admonition
In the inky blackness of space, there was nothing…then suddenly, a light; a ship appears. The ship is familiar, crimson in color with a golden star-shield insignia. On board the ship is life, a small crew of five people. Sitting at the helm is a man, who seems eerily familiar as well. He turns to a woman.
"Status and location?" he asks.
"All systems check," she responds. "And we seem to be just outside the orbit of Uranus."
That remark drew a few snickers from the other crewmembers.
"Yeah, real mature guys," the woman rolls her eyes, before they widen. "Wait, I'm picking up several energy signatures, captain! Several clicks behind us!"
The man at the helm swears. "The Almanakians?"
"Whatever they are, there're a lot of them!"
The captain hits a few buttons. "Why would they follow us this far?"
Another crewmember gulps. "I think I know why, sir. Readings are picking up an inhabited planet not too far from here."
"And we lead the Almanakians straight to them…" The captain put his head in his hands.
"Send a message to their planetary defense now!" the woman snaps. "Warn them!"
"Um…" the crewman starts, "They don't appear to have one…"
"What?" the captain and woman cry in unison.
"The readout shows that the planet's not that advanced yet. We're not even picking up any warp signatures."
The woman turns white. "They won't stand a chance…"
"Wait a minute," the same crewman starts, "I'm getting something…it's one of ours!"
Every jaw on the ship drops.
"Lexiconian? Impossible!" The captain pushes the crewman away from his screen to see the information for himself. He gasps.
"Alexa…" he whispers.
Meanwhile, Earth remains blissfully unaware….
Dr. Two-Brains cackled as he put the finishing touches on his latest invention. Sparks flew as he welded away, with his henchmen peeking over his shoulder, attempting to sneak a peek at whatever it was he was building.
The doctor stopped his work and lifted his protective mask. "At last, it's finished!"
The henchmen exchanged glances. "Um…what exactly is it, boss?"
Dr. Two-Brains sighed. "Remember how last week WordGirl used the mouse ray against us and we were trapped in mouse bodies for three days?"
Both henchmen nodded. The one spoke, "I didn't think it was that bad. I think it helped bring us closer together, and understand your constant need for cheese…"
Two-Brains raised an eyebrow. "Right. Well, behold; my anti-ray deflector armor jacket!" He held up his new invention.
"It looks like you just fused a bunch of mirrors together," the talkative henchman pointed out as his silent companion nodded.
The mad doctor clicked his tongue. "Well that's because…that's because…yeah, that's pretty much what it is," he admitted, slipping on the armor. "By the way, 'fused,' good word, learn that one from WordGirl?"
"Actually, I've been reading!" the henchman declared proudly. "So, do we get a jacket thingy?"
"Hahaha…no."
Captain Huggy Face grumbled as he stomped about the WordGirl Spaceship
Hideout with a feather duster. He was not a happy monkey. The previous night he had groggily gotten up for a midnight snack and emptied the Botsfords' fridge. Unfortunately, the project that Becky had cooked up for her Home Ec. Class was among the casualties. Needles to say, the ten-year-old super heroine was not pleased. As punishment, Huggy was to clean their crashed spaceship that served as a super-secret lair and re-alphabetize her unicorn figurine collection.
Huggy ran the duster over the main control panel, and jumped when the screen
flickered to life. The image was snowy, not coming through clear.
"My….earest….exa…" The image spoke, garbled. Finally, as if someone hit a switch, the screen cleared, revealing a man.
"There we go, captain," said a woman's voice.
The man cleared his throat. "My dearest Alexa…"
Huggy chirped in confusion, then turned on his communicator.
Becky Botsford, a.k.a. WordGirl, was racing against the clock. She zoomed
around the kitchen, mixing ingredients. Her mother, Sally Botsford, looked on in worry.
"Are you sure you can do all this now?" the mother asked her daughter. "I can always write a note. I'm sure you teacher will understand."
"Mom!" Becky groaned, "You know how it'd sound if I said Bob ate my homework!"
"Well, I'm sure they'd believe you after that open house. Your father still has nightmares."
Her mother walked out just in time, because her communicator beeped. Becky reluctantly raised her wrist to her mouth.
"What is it, Huggy? I'm busy here, no thanks to you!"
Huggy chattered on the other end.
"What? A strange message? Well, what's it say? What do you mean I should hear it myself?" Becky rolled her eyes. "Stop trying to get out of cleaning! You're still in trouble!"
She shut off the communicator as Huggy began to make a commotion. She pulled her culinary creation out of the oven, threw a lid and some tin foil on it, and hurried off to school.
The captain of the Lexiconian ship shut off the hailing frequency.
"We can only pray she got the message," he said with a sigh.
"If she's anything like her father," the woman warned, "she won't listen. She'll stand and fight."
"That's what I'm afraid of…"
Suddenly, the ship began to shake. Streaks of light zoomed past.
"The Almanakians are making their move!" said one crewmember.
"Get us out of here!" the captain commanded.
"Aye, aye!" said a crewman, taking the controls.
The ship swiftly maneuvered out of the advancing Almanakian fleet, entering warp-speed.
The captain placed a palm on the view-screen. "Alexa…please be safe…"