It was well after midnight as the children slept aboard the plane from Czechoslovakia along with the cast of Veggietales on the way to Paris, France. The cast was not making one simple trip, but ten or twenty trips on Big Idea's first ever "Preachin' Across Europe" Tour.
Every week, they'd fly out to a European country and preach the Holy Gospel in a local church.
And BOY, were these vegetables TIRED!
Junior got up from his seat late at night, and sleepwalked all the way into First Class. Suddenly, he bumped into something rather tall and slender.
"Mmmh...mom?" He asked, half-asleep, half-awake.
"I'm not your mummy, son." A calm, English accented female voice spoke.
"...Mrs. Lovey?" Junior asked yet again, before shaking his head for a quick second and waking up completely.
This was not Lovey, nor his mother, indeed. It was a tall, slender, female scallion wearing a black jumpsuit and red lipstick. Her "hair" was pulled back in a bun, and she appeared to have a weapons' belt.
"I don't know who Lovey is, but my name is Moneydime, Shirley Moneydime." The scallion replied. "And I need you and your friends to come with me very quickly—we haven't much time."
"Junior?" Laura asked, entering through the First Class curtain.
"What're you (*yawn*) doing up?" Annie asked. "Who's this lady?"
"I'm Moneydime, Shirley Moneydime." The scallion replied.
"You're surely what?" Laura replied.
"No, please do not call me "Surely"." Shirley replied. "You must come with me, we haven't much time."
"Wait, before we head off...How'd you know I have friends?" Junior asked.
"Everyone does." Shirley replied.
"Oh." Junior replied, looking at her belt. "How'd you smuggle that past airport security?"
"You'd be surprised how lenient the Czechoslovakia airport is on security." Shirley replied.
"Touché." Junior replied.
"Hey guys," Percy said, pulling back the curtains. "You know we're not supposed to be in First Cla—"
Percy stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing Shirley.
"Woah..." Percy gasped, taking in her attractive features. "A ladyyyyyy..."
"If you believe in love and all that it can do for you
Give it a chance, girl, you'll find romance
And if you find a tenderoni that is right for you
Make it official, give her your love"
Pink light covered everything.
A shower of glitter rained down upon Shirley's face, accenting her green skin and blonde hair.
Doves flew all around her heavenly body as she batted her eyes, tying the ribbons of a flowing white silk dress onto her slender frame.
Percy's heart started to (*Ba-bump!*) like crazy upon laying eyes on her—even more so in this form he was currently imagining.
"My heart belongs to my roni (she's my only love)
She's my only love
My heart belongs to my roni (she's my only love)
She's my only love"
(Record scratch)
"—can I help you with something, young man?"
"A hot BRITISH ACCENT?! Unexpected BO-NUUUUS!" Percy exclaimed cheerfully and hopped around.
"What's up with him?" Shirley asked.
"Don't bother." Annie replied. "When it comes to Percy, he's more questions than answers. Anyway, where are we going?"
"Follow me." Shirley replied.
The scallion woman opened the door to outside the plane, the wind rushing like crazy.
"I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THIIIS!!" Junior exclaimed.
"COME ON, MAN!" Laura replied, struggling to push Junior out the plane. "WE'RE! ON! AN ADVENTURE!"
Junior and Laura eventually fell deep down below the plane. Annie and Percy looked at each other a moment.
"WELL, WHEN IN ROME!" Annie shrugged and grabbed Percy's non-existent hand.
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIII'M COMING, HOTCAAAAAAAAAKES!" Percy hollered (thankfully the plane's engine was enough to conceal what he'd said).
All four kids fell alongside each other now, then, eventually they landed.
But where exactly, they pondered.
"Welcome aboard, children..." Shirley spoke.
The space where they'd landed on was a sleek, black, private jet! It had all sorts of the latest technologies, even—
"CUPHOLDERS?!" Percy's eyes grew starry. "WOW! THAT IS SO COOL!!"
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VEGGIETALES PRESENTS...
"Junior...
A-spa-ra-guuuuuuuus...
Junior...
A-spa-ra-guuuuuuuus..."
"Though he is quite small,
He can really do it all,
He's the one,
The only one,
Who won't fall..."
AN ALBERT R. BROCCOLI PRODUCTION
"Junior...
A-spa-ra-guuuuuuuus...
Junior...
A-spa-ra-guuuuuuuus..."
"Though the boy is but eleven,
He's an angel,
Straight from heaven,
You won't ever regret himmmm..."
"Junior...
A-spa-ra-guuuuuuuus...
Junior...
A-spa-ra-guuuuuuuus..."
"He is the one,
Who'll take em' down,
He's the coolest kid in town,
With an impressive a-mount of,
Knowledge by the pound!"
"Junior...
A-spa-ra-guuuuuuuus...
Junior...
A-spa-ra-guuuuuuuus..."
AGENT JUNIOR.