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Well, here's the next one. Umm…I guess it's ok.
By
Eileen Psycho Tangerine
Damon grinned to himself as he examined the schematics of the Megaship…well, Megaship Museum. It was his first day as mechanic/caretaker of the now grounded ship that had once served the Space Rangers. In another three months, the museum, along with the rest of Terra Venture, would begin its travels into space. He continued to grin as he recalled that he had bet out six other applicants for this position. Then he began to snicker to himself as he also recalled the different mechanical "accidents" that had happened to his competitors' modes of transportation, ensuring that he was the only one to show up for the final test.
The sabotage would've taken all night if Damon's older brother's friend's cousin's barber's high school teacher's mail carrier's stepson, TJ hadn't left his keys in that strange red car of his. Fastest car he'd ever seen. Damon sighed. Once he had tried to check out it's engine, but as soon as he had popped the hood up, it came back down with what sounded like a growl, nearly taking his hand off. It was crazy, but he could've sworn that the car had been angry and trying to bite him
"Well, first things first," Damon thought to himself as he headed over to one of the panels on the ship and opened it. Some adjustments to the Simudeck and he would be able to have nubile beauties assisting him all over the ship.
As he began to loosen the first nut, Damon felt a sharp thud against the side of the Megashp. Startled, he dropped the crescent wrench on his right foot. "Yeeeeeooooowwww!!!" Damon jumped around cursing for a minute. Then he headed out of the ship to see what had happened.
Wes moaned to himself as he studied the gigantic dent on the front right side of the limousine. His dad was going to kill him as soon as he returned from his business trip. Literally kill him. 'Borrowing' the keys for the limousine had seemed like a good idea. Cruising around in it in hopes of picking up chicks had seemed like a good idea. Drag racing against some local teenagers had seemed like a good idea. Crashing into the side of the strange-looking building seemed like a really, really bad idea.
"What the hell did you do???" cried Damon as he approached the black limousine that had placed a large dent into the side of the Megaship. He scowled at the sandy-haired teenager who was ineffectively trying to cover up the dent by standing in front of it and whistling nonchalantly.
"Oh, hi!" said Wes with false enthusiasm. "Could you call me a tow truck? My limo seems to have cra…errr…stalled here. I'd do it myself, but I…uh…have to stand right here and guard it."
Damon stared incredulously at him. "Forget it, even your butt's not big enough to cover the damage to the Megaship."
"Damage, what damage? I….Megaship???!!!!" Wes suddenly began jumping around excitedly, no longer even trying to cover up the dent. "You mean THIS is the famous MEGASHIP????!!!! Oh, wow! Are the Power Rangers still on it? Do you think I could meet them and get their autograph?"
Damon rolled his eyes. "Oh yes, they're still living inside this museum. They certainly had no desire to go home and live their own lives after their war with Astronema and Dark Spectre was over." He sneered. "And I'm sure they would just LOVE to give you their autographs and a full tour of the ship after you just crashed a gigantic hole into it!!!!"
"Really? Cool!" Wes began to head for the ship's entrance.
Damon grabbed the teenager's collar and yanked him back. "Forget it. The ship's empty and closed to the public. For such a rich boy, you sure aren't very smart. Don't they send you kids to some fancy schools or something?"
Wes looked insulted. "The Snobbery Preparatory School is the best there is. We have our own personal butlers, valets, maids, cooks, chauffeurs, massage therapists, recreational therapists, secretaries, plastic surgeons, stylists, travel agents…"
"What about teachers?"
Wes grinned. "Are you kidding? With the budget so eaten up by all the perks, all we got are a handful of tenured old fogies who just snooze through the classes while waiting for their retirements. It's the best thing ever!"
Damon stared unbelievingly at him. This was what was happening to the future leaders of America? God help them all. "Never mind all that," he said. "I still have a gigantic hole to take care of. Let's see, if I…"
"I know!" cried Wes. "I'll call for a tow-truck. And I can get the best mechanic ever to come out here and fix all this! My Dad's the richest guy in all of Silver Hills, so money is no object!" He began to pull out his cell phone.
"Money? No object?" Damon repeated numbly. "Wait a second." He placed his hand over the cell phone. "I am the best mechanic there is in all of California."
"Really?"
"Of course." Damon puffed himself up with pride. "How else did you think I got to be in charge of taking care of the Megaship?"
"No one else wanted the boring job?"
"No, because I was the only one capable of keeping it in running order. Who knows if it'll ever be needed again? Especially since we'll be going on Terra Venture soon."
Wes bristled a bit at this. His own application to go on the traveling space colony had been denied. It seemed that they had already filled their quota for spoiled rich boys. "Oh," he said, trying not to sound impressed. "You're gonna go on that stupid thing? I bet it won't even get as far as the moon."
Damon smiled. "Didn't get accepted, huh? Well, I'm sure there's plenty you can still do here on Earth with the wonderful 'education' you're getting."
Wes quickly changed the subject. "So, how fast can you fix the limo? I need it back in the garage by morning." He purposefully avoid mentioning that Phillips, the family butler would already be fuming from the hangover he be getting from the vodka Wes had slipped into his tea. Wes did not want to even imagine how he'd react to the damage to the limousine. Phillips took very special care of it as if it were his own. Wes had once even caught him whispering sweet nothings to it while waxing it.
Damon looked thoughtful, a plan already forming in his head. It would be very easy to fool this young idiot. "Oh, it'll just take me about two hours." He opened the limo's hood and peeked inside. Just as he thought, there had been minimal damage to the engine itself. He rooted around, pulling various tools from his tool belt. "Well, it looks like the fibulator wall here is really twisted around the configurator."
"Uh, that doesn't sound good," said Wes with a worried look on his face.
Damon nodded. "I'll have to replace them both. Luckily I have extra parts in the ship. Hold on for a second." With that, Damon quickly ran back into the Megaship, leaving a baffled Wes behind. He quickly ran into his own quarters and grabbed a small device and pocketed it. Then he grabbed two useless pieces of metal leftover from his latest welding project. Two minutes later, Damon was back out the door.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing? I mean that dent isn't going to be easy to fix." Wes couldn't help but voice his doubts.
Damon turned on his charm. "Relax, will you? Ole Damon has got everything under control. Hey, why don't you go find something to keep yourself busy with while I work?"
Wes looked around and spied a video arcade just across the street. "Cool! I can try to beat my high score at Motorcycle Madness! I'll be back later." Temporarily forgetting his problem, he skipped over to the arcade.
Damon sauntered back into the ship and poured himself a cup of coffee. Easing himself into a lounge chair, he leisurely perused the latest issue of "Mechanics Illustrated" while sipping the brew and eating a cheese Danish. Then he leaned back, flipped on the viewscreen and watched the end of a monster truck rally. Looking lazily at the clock, he noted that an hour and a half had passed. Good enough.
Damon strolled back out to the limousine. He took the two pieces of metal and quickly hammered them until one was completely twisted around the other. Then he took the mini-simulator out of his pocket and programmed it. Using the suction cups on it, he attached it onto the big dent in the car, then activated it. To all intents and purposes, it looked as if the dent had been fixed. Damon just hoped it would stay on until he got paid and Wes went back home. He snickered as he thought of the reaction Wes would have when he realized he'd been tricked.
Five minutes later, Wes was running back. "Yes! I got the all time high score of anyone ever! I can't wait until I get that motorcycle! Forget about cruisin' in a limo to get babes!" He stopped and stared at the supposedly fixed limousine. "Wow! How'd you do that? Oh this is so great!" He noted the twisted metal on the ground. "Wow, I really did smash that engine up, huh? Well, thanks for fixing it. I guess I'd better get going." With that, Wes climbed back into the large car and started the engine.
Damon was flabbergasted. "Wait a second! What about my payment? You owe me five thousand for the parts, five thousand for the labor and twenty thousand for the repairs this ship will still need."
"Oh, didn't I tell you? My dad cut me off from my allowance for the next three months. He wasn't too thrilled when I smashed his Ferrari into the side of Biolab last week. But I'll mail you the check after that."
"But, but, Terra Venture will be in space by then!" Damon called after the limousine as it sped away. Grumbling to himself, he grabbed a hammer and slowly began the arduous task of pounding out the dent on the ship.