Chapter 4
Lift Off!
Fawful and Cackletta were just outside of the border of Beanbean and the Mushroom kingdoms, and they were on their way to the Glitz Pit, only one problem on their minds, they needed money to get there. Suddenly, mercy came. "Why, hello," said a doogan out of nowhere, slightly overexcited, "Have you ever considered a career in space exploration?"
"Are you suggesting that we, who are the greatest duo ever, could be flying in the sweet realms of outer spaceness?" questioned Fawful.
"Well, no, you'd be in mission control, but the pay's good," said the doogan.
"Okay," said Cackletta.
Later, as they were beginning their first mission, after training
"Ground control to Major Tom, Ground control to Major Tom, take your protein pills and put your helmet on," said Cackletta into the mic.
"Ground Control to Major Tom, Commencing countdown, engines on. Check ignition and may God's love be with you," Continued Fawful.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, lift off," came the voice from nowhere.
"This is Ground Control to Major Tom. You've really made the grade, and the papers want to know whose shirts you wear. Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare," said Cackletta, trying to fill the void with small talk.
"This is Major Tom to Ground Control. I'm stepping through the door and I'm floating in a most peculiar way, and the stars look very different today. For here am I sitting in a tin can, far above the world. Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do. Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles I'm feeling very still and I think my spaceship knows which way to go. Tell my wife I love her very much she knows," came the reply from the other end.
"Ground Control to Major Tom your circuit's dead, there's something wrong. Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you-" said Cackletta, panicking.
"Here am I floating round my tin can. Far above the Moon. Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do."
END OF CHAPTER If you got the joke, good for you, if not, here it is: All the space dialogue is the lyrics to David Bowie's Space Oddity, which I didn't write, nor do I own.
P.S., come on, somebody review!