Author Note: I'm back once more! Sorry I know I have been absent a lot. I've just been so busy with school and tests and all but I finally have some free time to write some fics again and this time it's about Time Squad, a very underrated cartoon network show from the early 2000s and if you haven't seen it, check it out. It's really awesome and I love it so much! But anyway, onto the fic and be sure to check out more works from me that are coming up soon! :D
One fine afternoon in the Time Squad satellite high up in outer space in the year 100,000,000 AD a robot named Larry 3000 was cleanin up an enormous mess in the kitchen.
There were drinks spilled on the floor. Picture frames and vases shattered. Pots and pans scattered all around and food splattered on the walls and floors. And it was all because Tuddrussel and Otto were playing a game of football.
"Why me?" Larry whined under his breath as he swept the floor with his mop. "Why must those two barbarians always make such a mess? Why, if it weren't for them I'd have plenty of time to relax!"
Finally, he finished polishing the floors so nicely, that it sparkled beautifully in the light and he could see his reflection on the floor.
Larry smiled, proud of his work. "Well, that's finally done! Now maybe I can finally-"
"Watch out metal head!"
"Huh?" Larry looked up and immediately panicked and ducked upon the sight of a football speeding towards his face.
The football zoomed over his head and it crashed into a flower pot, destroying it and spilling dirt all over the floor Larry had just worked so hard to clean.
Larry frowned at the mess and clenched his teeth in anger. "OTTO! TUDDRUSSEL!" he shouted.
Tuddrussel poked his head into the kitchen. "Hey, Larry did you see our- oh there it is!"
He walked over and picked up the football, brushing the few specks of dirt that were on it.
"You barbaric oaf!" Larry scolded him. "Do you know how hard I worked to clean up this kitchen from your previous mess?"
"Aw, jeez, relax Larry!" Tuddrussel scoffed, waving him off. "It's just a small mess! You clean it up. Simple as that."
"Hey Tuddrussel! I'm open!" Otto shouted from the other room.
"Head's up, Otto!" Tuddrussel smirked and threw the ball so hard that it crashed into a nearby lamp.
"Uh, oops!" Tuddrussel smiled nervously at Larry then quickly ran to the other room before Larry could give him another stern and mad lecture.
"I can't believe I was ever assigned to that man," Larry moaned.
He was about to pick up the mop and clean up the dirt on the floor, when the history instability alarm rang and blinked, meaning something was going wrong in history.
"Woo! It's go time!" Tuddrussel proclaimed before another smash was heard in the room.
Larry groaned loudly. "I never get a break." Before he walked over to the control room where Tuddrussel and Otto were waiting for him.
Larry typed the buttons on the computer and a picture of Thomas Jefferson with words saying his name, the place which was America and the year 1776.
"Oh boy! Thomas Jefferson!" Otto exclaimed.
"Whose he?" Tuddrussel asked confusingly, scratching his head.
"He was one of the founding fathers of America and he wrote the declaration of independence, one of the most important documents in american history and gave us our independence from Britain!" Otto explained.
"Oh! Could you repeat all that?" Tuddrussel asked.
Otto sighed. Tuddrussel wasn't smart at all when it came to history. "Nevermind let's just go."
Eventually Larry teleported them to the year 1776 and they appeared just in front of Thomas Jefferson's house.
"We're here!" Otto exclaimed.
"Yes, indeed we have," Larry stated, checking the computer on his arm to double check that he had the coordinates correct. "Now where is this Thomas Jefferson fellow?"
"Hey, what's happening at that guy's house?" Tuddrussel questioned.
He pointed to the long line of excited people waiting in front of Thomas Jefferson's house.
"I dunno. Why don't we ask them and see?"
Otto walked up and tugged at a woman's hoop dress. "Excuse me, ma'm what are you all waiting in line for?"
"Oh, haven't you heard? Jefferson opened up a trendy spa! He calls it the Declaration of Relaxation!"
"What? A spa?" Otto stared in disbelief.
"Yes! I heard it's the trendiest spa of the 1700's!" the woman squealed. "There will be mud wraps, massages, manis and pedis, a pool tub, lots of nice food! Basically it's the bestest and most relaxing spa ever! Everyone in America has been talking about it and I can't wait to experience it myself!"
"Relaxation?" Larry became all giddy.
"Food and a tub?!" Tuddrussel's eyes became wide.
Otto walked back to Tuddrussel and Larry. "Well we found our problem guys. Thomas Jefferson opened up a spa and we need to make him shut it down so he can write the declaration of independence and- uh guys?"
Otto paused when he found Tuddrussel and Larry were missing. He looked all over and he soon spotted them waiting in line in for the spa.
"Hey!" he ran up to them. "What are you guys doing?!"
"Well, I for once, want to have a chance to relax after working so hard in the satellite for months!" Larry stated.
"And there's food and a hot tub!" Tuddrussel exclaimed excitedly.
"But you guys, what about the mission?" Otto questioned.
"Oh, there's always time later, Otto. Right now, I want to see what this spa is like," Larry stated dreamily, already picturing being massaged and fanned by 18th century men.
"And I can't wait to dive into that food and see that hot tub," Tuddrussel smiled, rubbing his hands together and lickin his lips in anticipation.
"Well, okay," Otto shrugged and went into the line with Tuddrussel and Larry. He knew there was no point in arguing with them but he hoped they could soon fix Thomas Jefferson and set history back on track once more.