Disclaimer: I do not own any of the TP characters.Disney does!
Note: This story takes place on Earth!
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Jim opened the door, forgetting his messy appearance for once after seeing who was outside. Next to the blonde-haired girl was a younger girl. They both held Girl Scout cookie sheets.
"Uh.wanna order some cookies?" asked the blond haired girl.
Jim raised his head. "No thanks. I'm too mature for cookies," he replied stoutly. The shorter girl giggled. Jim raised a questioning eyebrow at the little scout. Was it something he said? Nah.
"Hey, I never knew the Dopplers had a kid!" exclaimed the blond-haired girl.
"Yeah, they do. The Captain locks me up in the basement most of the time, though," stated Jim, smothering a grin.
"Really? I---" began the blond.
"Do they squirt ketchup and mustard at you too?" peeped up the tiny girl, speaking up for the first time. The teenager froze. The food fight! Jim panicked as both of the Girl Scouts began to laugh. He whipped off his stained Led Zeppelin shirt.
"Uh, I'm cool. Sign us up for a dozen boxes of Samoas," he ordered before slamming the door shut.
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"Doc! Can't I drive one of your cooler cars?" pleaded Jim as they stepped into the Doppler's red Jeep Cherokee. By "cooler" he was referring to the black Mercedes-Benz and Amelia's blue and white Cobra.
"Jim, my boy! What is wrong with this economical jeep?" replied Dilbert indignantly, sliding into the passenger's seat. Jim just rolled his eyes. It had been a tough morning. After quick showers, the smell of mustard and ketchup still hung around them. Amelia would probably raise an eyebrow at them---they were going to pick her up at the base---but at this point, Jim did not care.
Armed with his learner's permit, the teenager sat behind the wheel. The key smoothly slid into the ignition and the engine roared on.
"Oh! Oh! Jim, look! Defining the laws of physical science, I can magically make the garage door open!" cried the scientist, brandishing a clicker. As he pressed the button, the garage door mechanically flew open.
"Wow, pretty cool," said Jim, slightly sarcastic. He pressed on the gas pedal and the jeep lurched down the asphalt driveway. Beside him, Dilbert stiffly gripped onto the dashboard.
"Ah, Jim.I hope you know how to drive fanatically.ah.fantastically well!" he stuttered, turning pale.
"Hey, trust me. You sound just like my mom!" complained Jim. The slightly rural Virginian countryside flashed by. The two sat in silence for awhile.
"Alright! The Woodrow Wilson Bridge!" the teen yelled upon seeing the Potomac River. His cell phone rang just then. He causally steered with his left hand as he fished around for the phone with his right.
"Uh, hello?" he asked, flipping the cover up.
"Sweetheart! How are you?" cried Sarah, sounding distant.
"Ahh! Jim, you're drifting into the other lane!" screeched Dilbert, spinning the wheel over.
"Jim? What just happened?" called Jim's mother, sounding worried.
"Uh.Dilbert said that I'm definitely not lame," replied the teenager, his heart pounding.
"Well, how sweet of him. Listen.I'll be coming back day after tomorrow," said Sarah.
"Oh, okay. Uh, Mom? I have to go 'cause Dilbert wants me to pay attention to the road," cut in Jim. .
"Bye, honey. See you soon!" chimed his mom. With a click, she hung up. Jim thought hard. His visit with the Dopplers had not been a total hit. Would Amelia and Dilbert smoothly assure his mom that he had been good? Or would they tell the truth?
***Sorry that these chapters are short.I'm really struggling with tons of schoolwork, but I promise to at least update once a week. Oh! I was thinking of writing an Earth version of Treasure Planet when Dilbert, Jim, and Amelia first met. What do you guys think? It would not be a comedy though. Reply when you review, or email me at: pegkev@yahoo.com
