Smile, It's the End of the World

by T. F. Crosby

The wacky, weird and occasionally, maybe, poignant return in a brand new, as if there's any other kind, series. Watch Atmos' weirdness unfold before your eyes, maybe even ears. Now Playing: Annette

14. Box 1 Storm Hawks 0

The aspect of the butterfly is that of a shovel in a broken toaster.

Box 1 Storm Hawks 0

Phelan was running around the bridge, screeching. Luke stared. How that man could hit those high notes was beyond him. Rowan had left the bridge twenty minutes ago, looking for Ace.

"I can't find Ace anywhere!" Rowan screeched, thundering onto the bridge.

Well…this isn't good.

"Where could he have gone?" Phelan said in an abrupt mood change.

"I have no idea!"

Luke looked at his Sky Knight. "You can stop screeching."

"Sorry."

Phelan's eye twitched. "I bet it had something to do with that box."

"I told you not to touch it!" Neysa yelled at the grimacing redhead.

The blond (that would be Luke) sighed. "Box 1. Storm hawks 0."

the end is near-er

The Grand Poobah: Thhhppptt!

Me: I have no idea what that meant.

Farrel: I will find out! (runs off)

Me: Oh, yes. The madness has returned.