Authors note: April appears next chapter!
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Both cars had flew off the top of the building; Moss looked on in horror as he took a picture of this amazing feat, as both cars had landed beside him a few feet away from each other and sped off. Moss followed quickly; the police were at the top level of the parking garage. He was surprised the cars didn't fall apart from the landing.
Freeman and Rider looked on from the top of the parking garage, "Those bastards…"
"We will catch them…."
"These perps had stolen 19 cars already; what is their agenda?"
"I thought it was 16…"
"No, Reports from Teal County indicate that a few cars were stolen from there."
When they got to the warehouse no police were following them, Moss got out with Mr. Frensky, "That was awesome!"
"When I used to work for a secret organization, one is supposed to learn how to do that." Buck replied.
"I always did insane car stunts in my younger days, until the police arrested me and I was forced to teach people about unsafe motor vehicle use…" Reno stated, "This brought back memories of my youth."
Mr. Davenport sighed, "Yea… yea… spare the small talk and get me my other 41 cars and the briefcase."
"Keep your pants on tubby; we will get your cars."
They had left… it was all in a days work, a hard nearly weeks work, 19 cars stolen, 2 near death experiences, 2 insane stunts, and almost 5 close calls the authorities. They were pushing their luck now.
The next day was a week since the curse started; Max was three years old, Mrs. Clarkson had just changed him right after he wet his pants, he wasn't toilet trained anymore, he had a much smaller vocabulary now as well.
Max had a pull-up, a pair of shorts his size and short sleeve shirt; he needed the pull-up as he wet his pants from time to time this proved to be more challenging now because come Tuesday, Max would only be 1 year old. Mrs. Clarkson was afraid… afraid that she would lose her son. Or start doing his first 10 years all over again.
She sighed sadly as he was watching the kids shows on the public broadcasting station, Reno was asleep, he had a late night stealing a car, but his wife didn't know that, he always came up with lies that he was playing Texas Hold 'em with Mr. Crosswire, she didn't approve of gambling, to her she felt he was gambling away his families future.
She sighed sadly as Mrs. Armstrong came by to see how Max was doing, Sue Ellen wasn't to come because she of course would get upset and one thing would lead to another and most likely Fern or Sue Ellen would probably have a physical altercation.
"How is he doing?" Mrs. Armstrong asked curiously as he looked at the three year old tiger boy sitting on his mother's knee.
Mrs. Clarkson sighed sadly as he rubbed his head, "He is getting younger everyday…"
"The Read family may have some of their old baby stuff, like a crib and stroller," Mrs. Armstrong stated.
Mrs. Armstrong had gone to the Read house, Mrs. Read had answered the door, "Jane do you have Kate's crib, baby carriage and diaper bag still?"
"Yea, Dave and I were thinking of having another child, but we don't have the money for it."
"Can I take the stuff?"
Mrs. Read was caught off guard, "Sure; we won't need it anytime soon."
Mrs. Armstrong with the help of her husband loaded the items into the minivan and drove to the Clarkson's, they set up the crib in his room, the baby carriage was put in the front closet and Max's mom put the diapers in the diaper bag, she knew she was going to need them, "Thanks." She sighed as Max had a wet spot on his pants, he wet his pants again.
Sue Ellen on the other hand was at home, Mrs. Armstrong didn't want her to come over because obviously she would get too upset, she stayed home still upset over well the course of the week because her own mother didn't side with her in this, it was annoying, it was aggravating as well because she felt she had no one to confide in, this wasn't fair to her.
She had turned to Arthur, "Why is the world such a cruel unforgiving place?"
"You are still upset about Max?" Arthur asked knowing it was going to be all she would be talking about.
Her voice turned to slight anger, "Yea, like I am tired of my mom always siding with Fern and everyone else!"
"Don't take it too seriously," George commented, "Your mom is proud of you, can't you keep it at that?"
"No, because as I said before… many times before bullies are targeting me because of her teaching position."
"What are you going to do?" Arthur asked.
"I will go back to Terra… I will live in the mog village for the rest of my life. I was happy there, I liked how they worked together to solve their problems, and there was always someone to talk to… they listened."
"Your parent's will be upset if you decided to go, who will your baby brother look up to after you leave?"
Sue Ellen lowered her head, "It is for the best…"
"No, your parents will be sad," George explained, "I know many people are leaving on their own agendas…"
Mr. Crosswire and Moss did this job, Buck and Reno and Mr. Frensky were tired, doing jobs late at night, Reno was running out of lies, the poker lie didn't go over too well, it was the early evening around 8PM "The 1975 Dodge Charger is in the parking lot it is empty, there isn't much police presence here."
Moss walked up to the car and opened it, when he saw a pit-bull jump out chasing him and barking angrily; Moss ran back to the car breathing heavily, those dogs were ill-tempered, "Who the hell puts a pit-bull in a car?"
Mr. Crosswire and Mr. Moss were figuring out something, "How about we open the door a doors length away, you open the door of the Charger, and jump into it, then drive off."
They had done just that, it had worked; Mr. Moss didn't lose any body parts or get maimed by the dog.
The Dodge Charger was a classic car from the Dukes of Hazard, he was totally lucky this late model sports car, didn't have the doors welded shut like on the show or he wouldn't have been so lucky. They had driven the car and dropped it off.
Moss was breathing heavily as they went back home, this was starting to be risky, and they weren't even half way through. They only had 20 cars; they were now searching for car 21.
Buster was thinking and asking, "How are we going to get April back?"
Prunella sighed while Fern grumbled, "I can't believe I am being dragged into this, don't you even have respect for the dead?"
"WE are going to resurrect April AND you are going to like it!" Buster exclaimed impatiently.
"Well here you are; Terra." Mr. Kane announced and pointed down a road, "Go down this road to the Dark Mage village."
After some walking seeing that it was snowing moderately, good thing they were prepared as they bundled up, a bitter northern wind bit at Prunella's nose, "It is so beautiful out here…"
When they had arrived at the dark mage village Starla had noticed them, she was wearing the traditional dark mage outfit of black and navy blue she was wearing a pointy hat which covered her dark hair, "Fern, Buster, Prunella!"
Fern asked coyly, "Hi, what's new?"
"Not much, I been going to school and learning the ways of a dark mage, it really is a lot of fun, a lot of different students, some moogles, some of the typical fare we have on Earth and some aliens."
"I am glad you are enjoying it," Prunella admitted, "Anyways Buster has a request."
"And what is that?" The sixth grade poodle girl asked.
"Resurrect April Murphy!"
"You want to resurrect her?" Starla stammered nervously, "I have to check with the elder to see if that is ok," She had lead them to the elders hut, "Elder, a person we… uh… sort of knew from a different story had died unnaturally, and Buster here wants to resurrect her, is that ok?"
"Well, we always believe in dying of natural causes, instead of unnatural, and the way she died was sort of unnatural."
"Where are her bones?" Buster exclaimed.
The Mage sighed sadly, "The poor girl's bones… they are at Thrag Station under analysis, if you can get a bone fragment it will be more than enough to get her back because of DNA and all, we are naturalists, we been doing a lot of research, Dark Mages on Terra have the longest life spans."
"And how do we get to Thrag station?" Fern asked nervously knowing that they would probably hit fast and hard….
"Fern my darling, let me explain, the Thrag station outpost Terra Division, is a bit down the road, once they see a dark mage they will run, the Thrag are complex at times with advanced technology but think magic is evil," he then asked, "Do you have any more stories about that Sherlock Holmes fellow?"
Starla was handed a map, and she led them along the way, Prunella looked at her, "Aren't you cold in that?"
"A little bit…"
They continued walking seeing some moogles wearing light jackets build snowmogs of themselves right to the detail as they made the finer details with spearheads.
"Sue Ellen lived with them for two weeks..." Fern sighed with some embarrassment, "But I wonder why it is much colder now compared to a few weeks ago…"
The moogle elder approached her; he was wearing a warm jacket, as were the other ones, "How is she doing? Is she still keeping up with the Kupponian?" he then added, "The reason was the Sphere of Fear's shockwaves from hitting Earth affected some of our weather, it is getting back to normal now, you and your friend arrived in what technically was late autumn, but it felt like late spring here as it was warm, we bundled up in our winter gear and survived."
"I don't know no one on Earth exactly speaks it…"
"Come to my village, there is a book I want to give her…"
"I got to go to the military station not far from here…"
A few minutes later they had arrived at the military looking complex, she explained it calmly to the Thrag guard.
"Get away from me heathen!" the helmeted guard yelled as he alerted all guards and they all pointed their strange guns at them.
To Be Continued.
