Lost In Space
By Snazzo
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Jimmy, Carl and Sheen walked down the street. "So," Jimmy said, "what do you guys want to do today?"
"Go shopping with your mom," Carl said.
Jimmy made a face.
"Just wait a minute, Jimmy, I'm sure our adventure will begin soon," Sheen said.
"What adventure?" Carl asked.
"You'll see," Sheen answered.
Jimmy suddenly gave out a yelp and was sucked into a nearby garbage can.
"See!" Sheen said triumphantly. Sheen and Carl looked at each other. "Commander Baker?"
"Commander Baker," Carl agreed with a smile.
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"Commander Baker!" Jimmy exclaimed, falling into a chair.
"Welcome back to BTSO Headquarters, agent Neutron," Commander Baker said, shaking Jimmy's hand. "We have another urgent mission for you." He clicked on his remote and a picture of Commander Baker in a bathtub with his rubber duck appeared on the screen.
"My dad loves ducks," Jimmy said.
"All right, which of you clowns put that in there?" Commander Baker demanded. The BTSO staff murmured. "And stop that murmuring!" Commander Baker clicked his remote again. A picture of the space station with space shuttle docked along side it came on the screen. "Jimmy, I'd like to introduce Herman Fieldlore, director of the National Aeronautics and Space Administration."
Jimmy jumped out of his chair. "NASA!" He shook Herman Feildlore's hand. "You guys are the best! I mean, man, from the Voyager probe to the Hubble Telescope! I loved it all!"
Mister Fieldlore smiled. "Thank you, Jimmy. And we've had our eyes on you. When you graduate college we'd love you to come work for us."
"It would be an honor!"
"And you can work for them now, Jimmy, in your capacity as a BTSO agent," Commander Baker said.
Herman Fieldlore put his hands behind his back. "Jimmy, something has gone terribly wrong with the most recent shuttle-space station rendezvous. It happened only twelve hours ago. We've been researching it ever since but now we must face up to the worst possible news. Jimmy, both the space shuttle America and the space station have disappeared."
"Disappeared? How?" Jimmy asked. "Any clues or leads?"
"That's the problem," Mister Fieldlore said. "We have no real leads. Something catastrophic happened, but we can't figure out what. Here, let me show you." He took the remote from Commander Baker and clicked it. A picture of Herman Fieldlore in Mickey Mouse ears and Bermuda shorts, posing with Goofy in front of the castle at Walt Disney World, appeared on the screen.
"All right!" Commander Baker said. "Which of you clowns put THAT picture in?" The BTSO staff murmured. "And I said stop that murmuring!"
Mister Fieldlore clicked the remote again. A radar image of the station and the shuttle came on the screen.
"TTLS levels at 95 percent," came an astronaut's voice.
"The secondary scrubber is showing 35 percent, Houston, I recommend a change within the hour."
"Roger that," came Houston's voice. "We have a scrubber change scheduled for 1345."
"Uh, Houston, we seem to be experiencing an unusual electrical phenomenon," an astronaut said.
"Come again?" Houston said. "What do you see?"
"I can see a faint electrical charge out on the primary solar array," the astronaut explained. "I've never seen it before, but it looks a little like Saint Elmo's Fire."
A beeping sounded. "Houston!" an astronaut said. "We have a master alarm! Fuel Cell One failure. Fuel Cell Two Failure. Main computer failure. Backup computer failure. Environmental Systems …" then silence. On the screen the station and the shuttle blinked out of existence.
"Station, respond please," came Houston. "Station, respond please."
Then there was a flurry of voices at Mission Control.
"Surgeon here, we've lost readouts on all eight astronauts."
"Telemetry is gone."
"Communications are down."
"I'm getting no readings from Support."
"Environment is offline."
There was a pause. "We've obviously had a major malfunction," Houston said.
Mister Fieldlore clicked the remote again and the screen went blank. "See, Jimmy, except for the electrical discharge just before the disappearance, we've got nothing to go on. We have no reports of anomalies, solar flares, unusual radiation, alien spacecraft, or debris in orbit from an explosion or catastrophic failure. We hope the station and shuttle can be found, but our main concern is the eight astronauts."
"Jimmy," Commander Baker said, "We want you to fly into outer space and search for the missing astronauts."
"Why aren't you having your top agent Jet Fusion on this mission?" Jimmy asked.
The BTSO staff murmured. "That's what I said." "He never listens to us."
"Gentlemen!" Commander Baker said in a threatening tone. The staff quieted again. "Agent Fusion is on a mission in North Korea. And to be quite honest, you have had far more experience in space flight than Jet Fusion. Will you take the case?"
"I don't know," Jimmy said.
"I'm prepared to get on my knees and grovel," Commander Baker said.
"And I'm prepared to give you a V.I.P. tour of Cape Kennedy and Mission Control," Mister Fieldlore said.
"I'll take the case!" Jimmy said.
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So later in the lab Jimmy briefed Sheen and Carl.
"Another top secret spy mission!" Carl said. "Thanks for inviting us Jimmy!"
"No singing!" Sheen warned Carl.
"Well, it wouldn't be as much without you," Jimmy said. "And after all you saved me from Beautiful Gorgeous and you're both Honorary Spies now."
"What's the plan of attack Agent Jimmy?" Sheen asked.
"We'll take the rocket up to where the station and shuttle were last seen. Maybe we can find some clues there."
Jimmy, Sheen, Carl, and Goddard climbed into the rocket. "Atomic batteries to power!" Jimmy declared. "Turbines to speed!" The top of the clubhouse opened up and the rocket poked out.
Hugh was outside, polishing his backyard lawn ducks. "Jimbo!" he called out. "Where are you guys off today?"
"Upper earth orbit dad!" Jimmy answered.
"Well, remember what we said about talking to strange aliens," Hugh cautioned.
"I won't forget dad!" Jimmy said.
"Goodbye Mister Neutron!" Carl yelled down. "Wish us luck on our newest top secret spy case!"
"Carl!" Sheen said. "How can it be top secret if you tell everybody?"
"Good luck boys," Hugh said, waving.
"Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Lift off!" The rocket blasted into the air and soon they were in orbit.
"Say Jimmy," Sheen said, "I have another space question."
"Sure thing, Sheen."
"How come when you see astronauts in outer space they're always floating about? And when we go into outer space we never float about?"
"That's an excellent question, Sheen," Jimmy said. "And the answer has to do with my patent pending gravitronic generator. The principal is quite simple," Jimmy began to explain.
"Oh we're spies in outer space!" Carl sang. "We're on another top secret case! I once had an alien on my face! …"
"Carl!" Sheen cried. "What did I say about that singing?"
Goddard barked and pointed. "Hm, it seems we've reached the station's last location," Jimmy said. "Goddard, full sensor sweep!" Goddard lifted his head while an array of dishes and sensors came out of his back. Jimmy consulted the screen. "This could be tough. It seems NASA was right. There is no evidence of anything strange; nothing on infrared, ultraviolet, no radiation signatures or ion trails, nothing on the Neutroscope. Nothing to be seen at all."
"Except that weird looking asteroid," Sheen said pointing.
Jimmy looked. Floating in the distance was a small satellite, with solar panels that looked like wings, and several large lenses on its belly. "A spy satellite!" Jimmy said. "And it doesn't appear on sensors!" Jimmy took the rocket in for a closer look. Then he saw, etched into the side of the satellite, an egg with two crossed forks. "The Yolkians!"
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