Note: I want to thank StickFigureParadise for their help with my story.
Rodney was walking on the balcony behind the 'gate room when a mint fantasy fell from the sky and hit him on the head. The label said," From the sexy penguins of the sky, aka the wraith."
"Hm," Rodney said. "I wonder who these creepy penguins are and what this fantasy is."
He opened the package and a ray of light burst forth and blinded Ronan's perfect brown eyes for 5.8 seconds.
"Rodney?!?!" Ronan growled, his eyesight momentarily gone. "Great job! You just called the wraith here, again."
"It's not my fault the giant sexy penguins like me more than you," Rodney retorted. "Why don't you go and tell John all your little problems."
At that exact second, Woolsey walked onto the balcony, causing Ronan to loose his chance to beat Rodney to a pulp.
Across the city, John was practicing for the golf tournament by driving balls off a pier. Suddenly, a caramel fantasy fell from the sky and splashed in the ocean about ten feet from his head.
In his haste to find out what had nearly brained him, John overextended himself and fell, about ten feet, screaming into the ocean.
Somewhere in the sky far above Atlantis, the sexy penguins (wraith) said," Oh, crap. That's not supposed to happen. Do any of you have a spare time machine on you?"
One wraith (Michael) reached into his pocket and pulled out a small square remote. "How far do you want me to go back, Capt'n?" he asked, harkening back to his days as human.
A holographic figure of a man, looking just like Jonathan Archer, and said," Back about an hour, Trip, um, Michael."
"Alrighty. You said 30 years, right?" Michael said, turning dials and pushing buttons.
"No, wait. . ." a slightly fat wraith yelled, but it was too late. Now instead of standing in a room full of battle hardened wraith, they all stood amongst four foot tall silver headed school boys, who happened to be armed with deadly weapons.
"Michael?!?!" they all yelled, running toward him.
"Um, fellow wraiths, I'm sorry." Michael said feeling slightly scared. But the other wraithlings took no notice of his words and aimed their guns at him. "Noooooo! Mommy, save me!!"
The young wraith paused in a moment of silence for Michael's mother, before they remembered they were trying to kill him. By that time, he had recalibrated the device to 29 years, 365 days, and 23 hours in the future and he pushed the big red button.