Eleven-year-old Zak Saturday sat on the long blue couch on the right of his Uncle Doyle. They both concentrated hard on the TV screen, pressing buttons on their game controllers. Fiskerton peered over the back of the couch as Komodo stared up at the TV screen from Zak's feet.
Doyle uttered an aggravated growl. He was losing for the thirty-fifth time. This was getting annoying. Fiskerton looked back and forth between the red head to the black and white haired boy. Even though the answer was obvious as to who would win, it still twisted his gut to watch them go at it in a video game.
Suddenly, Zak leaped up with a yelp of excitement, dropping his controller to the couch cushion.
"Wahoo! I won!" Zak exclaimed and turned to Doyle with a mocking grin, "Admit it, Uncle Doyle, I'm better than you at Ultimate Race 200X."
Fiskerton and Komodo didn't even have the slightest clue that the game was over until Zak said so. It showed how much they paid attention.
"Whatever, twerp," Doyle mumbled, "I demand a rematch."
"Fine, but this time, I'll go easy on ya," Zak smiled as he plopped back down on the couch and grabbed his game controller.
"Stop right there, boys. It's lunchtime," Drew told them as she came up beside Fiskerton.
Just as the four boys got up to go into the dining room, the TV started to make static noises like it was losing connection. They all turned to see what was going on as a man's face appeared over the Ultimate Race 200X main screen. He looked middle-aged, possibly older as there were gray hairs in his suave brown hair. He glared through the small spectacles at the end of his nose, as if he didn't know what he was doing.
"Saturdays?" he called out with a thick British accent.
Doc ran in and stopped next to his wife. Neither of them recognized this man. "This is the Saturdays," Doc replied uneasily.
"Oh, thank goodness!" the man smiled, relieved as he fixed his spectacles on his nose, "You see, this is an old model I had just found and I was hoping I could get through to you all," he rambled on about the '98 video transmitter compared to the technology everyone had nowadays.
"Is there something you wanted to ask us?" Doc asked, getting a little annoyed.
"Oh, yes. Forgive me. I was just really excited that I was able to reach you," the man fixed his glasses again and began to scan through some papers in his hand, "There is a woman at the Avon & Somerset Constabulary in Glastonbury, England, that claims that unicorns," he began to slow down in disbelief, "have gone rabid."
"Wow! Unicorns?!" Zak exclaimed, his eyes beaming with excitement.
"Quiet, Zak," his mother ordered quietly and looked back to the TV screen.
"Well, what's the problem?" Doc asked the man.
"The constables want to commit her to an institution but I have a hunch that she's telling the truth. I know you specialize in these sorts of things and I was wondering if you could help the poor woman."
Doc and Drew looked at each other as Zak peered at them with begging eyes.
"I suppose we could see what is going on," Drew said, ignoring her son's puppy eyes, "Besides; you need a break from hunting down Argost."
Doc sighed and nodded. He wanted to get Argost really bad for the evil things he had done. "But only your mother and I are going," he looked to the man in the TV, "We'll be right there."
The man smiled, "Thank you Saturdays," he said before the live video transmission ended.
Zak moaned, disappointed. He flopped down on the couch, planning on how he would sneak onto the airship to go to Glastonbury.
"Doyle, I'll pay you ten dollars an hour if you baby-sit Zak, Fiskerton and Komodo," Doc told the red head.
"Alright, deal," Doyle smiled as he shook Doc's hand to seal the deal.
"Lunch is on the table," Drew smiled as she left the room with Doc.
When Zak's parents had left, Doyle turned to Zak with a smirk. Zak sensed the troublemaker deep inside his uncle and smiled.
"So you want to order a pizza? Your mom sucks at making lasagna," his uncle asked him.
Zak frowned; his expectations in his rebellious uncle had not been fulfilled. He nodded and fell back into the couch. He planned to sneak onto the airship while Doyle was ordering pizza on the phone. Fiskerton and Komodo had supposedly gone into the kitchen to eat the lasagna. They didn't care that it tasted like stinky old cheese. Doyle soon left the room and Zak could hear him dial the phone. He leaped up and sneaked up to the roof to board the ship.
