Chapter 2: A proposition
(Disclaimer! I own nothing of SVTFOE or Atlantis)
Marco went into his apartment soaking wet from the rain.
"Here kitty…"
He noticed somebody sitting on a chair.
"Marco Ubaldo Diaz," she said.
"Wait a second…. Who are you and how did you even come down here?"
"I came down the chimney, ho ho ho. My name is Eleanor Rosewood, and I've come here on behalf of my employer who has an intriguing proposition for you."
"Employer? Who would that be?"
Later Eleanor was driving Marco to a mansion.
"Step lively as Mr. Skeeves does not like to be kept waiting."
Marco followed her into the elevator.
"It be best to address him as Mr. Skeeves, or sir, stand unless asked to be seated, and keep your sentences short and to the point. Clear?"
Marco gulped.
"And also relax," Eleanor said, "He doesn't bite…. often."
Marco looked around the room.
He then saw a picture of his grandfather with Mr. Skeeves.
"Grandpa?"
"He was the greatest explorer I've met in my entire life."
Marco was looking at Mr. Skeeves who was stretching.
"Harold Skeeves, nice to meet you."
He shook his hand.
"Care to join me."
"You knew my grandfather?"
"Oh yeah, Miguel Diaz, he was a go getter, and kept pushing on til his last breath no matter how dangerous the trial. He even dragged me along for some of his adventures."
"Funny but he didn't really mention you."
"Why would he?" Asked Mr. Skeeves as he stretched again, "He knows I like privacy."
"So is there a reason why I'm here Mr. Skeeves?"
"Check out that table."
He was pointing with his feet.
"This package…. Its from my grandfather."
"He wanted you to have it the most, and he said if anything should happen to you I should give it to you when I'm ready."
He opened it and couldn't believe his eyes.
"I…. I can't believe it," he said surprised, "Its Glossaryck's journal. Its the key to finding Mewni."
"I wasn't born yesterday young man."
Marco kept looking at it.
"There's coordinants, blueprints, clues, and everything that's been written in a language nobody could understand."
"It looks fake."
He was changing clothes.
"If it were fake my grandfather would know, and I would know, but I would risk anything I had to prove this is the real journal."
"So how are you gonna do that?" Asked Mr. Skeeves sitting down.
"Get some funding or something, I can talk to the museum…"
"They'll never believe you."
"Well then I'll make them believe somehow someway."
"Like you did today?" He asked.
"Yes…." Marco started, "Well no… how…. Forget about that, never mind! I'll find Mewni on my own. If I have to rent a spaceship then so be it!"
"Congrats Mr. Diaz, this is exactly what I wanted to hear, but forget the spaceship."
He pressed a button and revealed plans for the expedition.
"We'll travel in style. We've been planning this for years."
"How come?" Marco asked looking at the technology.
"He spent years talking about that old book, and so I told him, 'If you can find the book truly exists, I'll kiss you right on the mouth'. And as it turns out he managed to find it. The
kiss wasn't so good for either of us."
He looked at a picture of Marco's grandfather.
"A Skeeves always keeps his word, and I think your grandfather would've lost his mind if he were still here. He was a great man, god rest his soul but he died a broken man. If I
could bring one thread of proof then I'd be satisfied.."
He looked back at Marco.
"Well we got work to do."
"But we'll need a crew…. Engineers and geologists, the whole works!"
"Got em all, the best of the best."
He showed Marco his crew.
"Valerie rivera a.k.a 'Starfan 13', good for digging tunnels and more. Tom Lucitor for demolition, Jackie Lynn Thomas who knows more about tools than you and I will ever know,
Janna Ordonia, Ferguson, and many more who can do their jobs in great condition. They're the same crew that found the journal"
"So where did you find the journal?" Marco asked.
"Iceland."
"I knew it!" Marco said.
"So the choice is yours Marco, you can go on that expedition, or back to the boiler room."
"But there's so much I'll have to do,"
"Don't worry about your job its all been taken care of."
"My apartment…."
"Taken care of."
"My clothes…"
"Packed."
"My cat?"
Mr. Skeeves had his cat taken care of.
"My gosh."
"This journal is his gift to you Marco, and your grandfather wanted you to have it. Mewni is waiting, so what do you say?"
"I'm in!" Marco said, "I'm so exited that I can barely hold it in."
Later he almost puked.
They made it to the location where the expedition was about to start.
He saw somebody and tried to get his attention.
"Yes Mr. Diaz?" She said.
"Its you!"
It was Eleanor.
Someone else was trying to get her attention.
"Hey Red Head, I got a problem with you!"
"What is it this time Ferguson?"
"You stuffed this wagon with all this strange stuff, cinnamon, oragino, and clirantro? What in god's name is that?"
He picked up a vegetable.
"And what's this?"
"That would be lettuce, its a vegetable Ferguson. The men need their four basic food groups."
The bell started to ring.
"Alright cowboy pack it up, and load it in."
"All hands to the rocket," said the announcer.
They were heading to a spaceship that could handle anything in outer space.
Tom Lucitor bumped into Marco.
"Pony rides are back there buddy."
"What all do you got there?"
"Dozens of explosives for any and every situation that might come my way."
Mr. Skeeves was talking with someone and Marco caught up.
"Marco Diaz," said the man shaking his hand, "My name is Toffee Benjamin. Nice to meet the grandson of old Miguel."
"Wow, when you settle a bet you sure settle a bet."
"This is going to be exciting for all of us."
"Launch will commence in 15 minutes!"
"Well, you best get on board," he said seeing Marco off.
"Bye Mr. Skeeves!" Marco said
"Make us proud boy!"
They were beginning the launch sequence. After a few minutes the rocket began to fly off into space.
Marco was looking into the sky at the wonders of outer space.
He was more excited as he would be one of the first humans to ever see the kingdom of Mewni.