Spring 1995:
Lucy and Ethel appeared in front of the "Taylor's" door.
"What happened?" asked Ethel.
"I don't know... I realized I made a mistake with those people on that island, and then... Here we are!"
"Well, let's ask who ever lives here."
"Okay," Lucy said, knocking.
A woman with dark, shoulder length hair, answered the door, "Hello?"
"Hi," said Lucy, "where are we?"
"Um... This is Detroit. Come on in..."
"Okay. Detroit?" Lucy asked, stopping in the doorway, and looking at the stuff in the house, "What year?"
"1995. Are you okay? Did you hit your head?"
"Oh, don't worry about that," Ethel told her, "She's always like that."
"Oh..?" Jill said, shutting the door. When she shut it, it felt kinda' loose. So she opened it, and shut it again. This time, she looked at the other side, at the hinges. "Well, looks like Tim will have a job tonight."
"Oh, is your husband a mechanic?" asked Lucy.
Jill thought about this, "More or less."
"Oh..." said Lucy. Lucy and Ethel exchanged confused glances.
Later, when Tim came home, he saw Lucy and Ethel. After they exchanged introductions, Jill told him about the door.
"I'll do it later."
"Tim!!"
"I'll do it now."
Tim went into the garage to get a screwdriver. After seeing Tim's attempts to fix the door, Ethel said to Lucy, "He should take lessons from Fred." Lucy looked at her and nodded.
"Hey!" Tim said, "I don't need lessons. I'm the Toolman!"
"Okay..." said Lucy.
"Nevermind, Tim. Let's eat supper first," Jill said.
"Okay."
Jill set the table, and called the boys.
When they were finished, Jill asked Lucy to put the dishes in the dishwasher.
"Okay," said Lucy. She opened it up, and put some soap in. She poured a bunch in. When she was finished, she asked, "Which button turns it on?"
"Oh," said Jill, coming into the room, "This one."
Jill flipped the switch, and the washer started making some strange noises. Then, soap started coming out the sides. "How much soap did you put in?" Jill asked Lucy.
"I don't know. A bit!"
"Oh!.."
Just then, Tim came in the room, and saw the washer, "Look Jill, I'm not the only one who makes mistakes."
"Not funny, Tim. How 'bout the door?"
"Alright...alright. Lucy how about getting me a bigger screwdriver than I had?"
"Okay." Lucy said, going into the garage.
When Lucy was in the garage, she started looking for the screwdriver. She went over to his toolbench. Looking for the screwdriver, she knocked almost all of Tim's tools off their hangers. Hearing the racket, Tim, Jill, and Ethel all run in to see.
"I'm sorry," Lucy said to Tim. She set her hand down on Tim's car. When she lifted it up, it was covered with red paint. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it was wet. I'll fix your tools Mr. Taylor."
"Alright. But please, try not to do anything else."
"Alright."
"I'll stay out here, and help her clean up," Ethel said.
"Okay."
Tim and Jill went back inside, closing the door.
"Ethel, I really didn't mean it."
"There, now it's fixed," H. G. Wells said to himself. He pushed the 'transport' button on the remote. Then, Lucy and Ethel appeared in front of him.
"Ethel! We're home!"
"How? I don't understand any of this?"
Lucy and Ethel both turn to look at H. G. Wells.
"It's really not that hard to expla--"
He was walking over to the girls, when he tripped on the coffee table; the remote flew out of his hand. When H. G. Wells looked up, Lucy and Ethel were gone. "Uh oh..." he said, looking over to the 'window'. "It's the summer of 1967..."
Lucy and Ethel appeared in front of the "Taylor's" door.
"What happened?" asked Ethel.
"I don't know... I realized I made a mistake with those people on that island, and then... Here we are!"
"Well, let's ask who ever lives here."
"Okay," Lucy said, knocking.
A woman with dark, shoulder length hair, answered the door, "Hello?"
"Hi," said Lucy, "where are we?"
"Um... This is Detroit. Come on in..."
"Okay. Detroit?" Lucy asked, stopping in the doorway, and looking at the stuff in the house, "What year?"
"1995. Are you okay? Did you hit your head?"
"Oh, don't worry about that," Ethel told her, "She's always like that."
"Oh..?" Jill said, shutting the door. When she shut it, it felt kinda' loose. So she opened it, and shut it again. This time, she looked at the other side, at the hinges. "Well, looks like Tim will have a job tonight."
"Oh, is your husband a mechanic?" asked Lucy.
Jill thought about this, "More or less."
"Oh..." said Lucy. Lucy and Ethel exchanged confused glances.
Later, when Tim came home, he saw Lucy and Ethel. After they exchanged introductions, Jill told him about the door.
"I'll do it later."
"Tim!!"
"I'll do it now."
Tim went into the garage to get a screwdriver. After seeing Tim's attempts to fix the door, Ethel said to Lucy, "He should take lessons from Fred." Lucy looked at her and nodded.
"Hey!" Tim said, "I don't need lessons. I'm the Toolman!"
"Okay..." said Lucy.
"Nevermind, Tim. Let's eat supper first," Jill said.
"Okay."
Jill set the table, and called the boys.
When they were finished, Jill asked Lucy to put the dishes in the dishwasher.
"Okay," said Lucy. She opened it up, and put some soap in. She poured a bunch in. When she was finished, she asked, "Which button turns it on?"
"Oh," said Jill, coming into the room, "This one."
Jill flipped the switch, and the washer started making some strange noises. Then, soap started coming out the sides. "How much soap did you put in?" Jill asked Lucy.
"I don't know. A bit!"
"Oh!.."
Just then, Tim came in the room, and saw the washer, "Look Jill, I'm not the only one who makes mistakes."
"Not funny, Tim. How 'bout the door?"
"Alright...alright. Lucy how about getting me a bigger screwdriver than I had?"
"Okay." Lucy said, going into the garage.
When Lucy was in the garage, she started looking for the screwdriver. She went over to his toolbench. Looking for the screwdriver, she knocked almost all of Tim's tools off their hangers. Hearing the racket, Tim, Jill, and Ethel all run in to see.
"I'm sorry," Lucy said to Tim. She set her hand down on Tim's car. When she lifted it up, it was covered with red paint. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it was wet. I'll fix your tools Mr. Taylor."
"Alright. But please, try not to do anything else."
"Alright."
"I'll stay out here, and help her clean up," Ethel said.
"Okay."
Tim and Jill went back inside, closing the door.
"Ethel, I really didn't mean it."
"There, now it's fixed," H. G. Wells said to himself. He pushed the 'transport' button on the remote. Then, Lucy and Ethel appeared in front of him.
"Ethel! We're home!"
"How? I don't understand any of this?"
Lucy and Ethel both turn to look at H. G. Wells.
"It's really not that hard to expla--"
He was walking over to the girls, when he tripped on the coffee table; the remote flew out of his hand. When H. G. Wells looked up, Lucy and Ethel were gone. "Uh oh..." he said, looking over to the 'window'. "It's the summer of 1967..."