Me: Thank ya for comin' to this chappie. I'm happy that someone liked it enough to come back, yay! Well, I hope this story will do okay. Heads up: I changed the hypno-beam into something that out of nowhere came into my head, it's called 'gravitational gloves' and I know, it sounds corny...

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Ch: 2
Searching...

Jimmy was just about freaking out by now, his gravitational gloves could be anywhere! And he knew that all the tracking devices he had in his inventions were taken off and heaped into a pile in Dallas, Texas. So it's real location was utterly unknown to anyone who or anything that could help.

He decided, speaking to Goddard, "The only way I can find it's location is to just quickly fly over, I'm guessing, major cities to see anything flying around for no reason." Goddard nodded as he followed along. "Do ya mind coming with me, boy?" Goddard panted and barked a merry bark. "Okay, then, let's gather up the group!"

Jimmy looked at his watch, just about an hour before dinner. But, finding his lost invention that is most likely in... or on the hands of evil is more important than eating supper. That was his view of it, hoping that his mom would understand, but, suspecting that she wouldn't.

He hopped into his hovercar that was still in the backyard and by that time, he had already called Carl and Sheen, so he was just sitting there, waiting. When they arrived and skipped on in, they took off.

"So, Jimmy, where are we going exactly? 'Cause I told my dad that I was helping you guys find an alien species that looks exactly like us in a lost desert on another planet, and I promised him a souvenir," Sheen explained anticipating an answer.

"Why didn't you just tell your dad that someone stole my gravitational gloves and we're going to retrieve it before someone uses it in the wrong way... with wicked intentions of world domination or something?" Jimmy wondered of his Ultra Lord loving friend.

Sheen snickered before answering, "Because who would believe that excuse? I needed to tell him something reasonable!"

"And he believed you?" Jimmy asked while flying just below the clouds, heading north.

"I don't know, I told him when he was sleeping," Sheen kept his eyes forward.

Jimmy shook his head as he instructed, "Okay, guys, I need you to look down and see if you view anything out-of-the-ordinary, like, people floating around... or anything defying gravity, okay?"

Sheen and Carl nodded, but, the llama lover had to ask, "But, won't that take a while? I'm supposed to be home by eight thirty!"

"It may take a couple hours, it may take a couple days," Jimmy continued, "I don't know exactly, Carl, it could take a couple weeks for all I know, maybe a couple months or years!"

Carl froze and replied, "But, I'll miss my mom and dad and her homemade nutritional pies and..."

Jimmy interrupted, "I was just joking Carl. A day or two tops, and if we reach day two, I promise we'll go back."

"You didn't answer my question Jimmy!" Sheen exclaimed. When he saw that Jimmy had a confused look on his face, he explained, "Where are we going?"

"I mapped out a route to go over all major cities," Jimmy answered as he continued to pilot.

"Oh," Carl and Sheen simultaneously chimed as each looked downward to the city beneath.

Back in Retroville, just a couple hours after the departure. A jeep arrived into the town with an Average Joe at the wheel. Next to this man, you can see just the very top of a blond head. When the vehicle came to a halt, this blond-haired kid stood up and you could see the top half of her, and, of course, it's the evil-driven Nissa. "Granddad always wanted revenge on Retroville for the people who picked on him... But, I'll make this the capital of the world... My fortress, yes, this'll work. And my poor granddad will plead for me in his weak way, and decline I shall! I'll cage him up and humiliate him! Hm, where'd that spontaneous need of embarrassing him come from? Well, it sounded good... then it shall occur!" Monologued the cute little girl who grinned mischeviously while eyeing the town.

She hopped out of the automobile and pulled on the black leather gloves. She glanced at them and realized that the size was a tad bit too big. She hung her head forward in slight aggravation, but quickly opened the glove department in the jeep and pulled out some rubber bands which she stretched around the wrist of the gloves to keep them on her hands. Sometime later, she decided, she'd find a way to copy such technology into a smaller size. She continued on her way, down the street, anticipating the use of the power that bound her hands. How it worked Nissa would find out at a later time, but, right now, she was concerned with operating it, which she had no problem with. For a test, she thrust her hand out and focused on the light post to her right. What looked like a light green beam shot forth from the finger tips and the beam lifted the light post out of the ground. For a finale to this test, she flung it who knows how far north. As this took place, all she could do was smile. Yes, this'll work.

"Hangin' a u-turn guys," Jimmy alerted as he spun the hover car around. They were going back south for they missed a city because of a storm there.

"Which city are we going to now?" Carl wondered as he pet the mechanical canine.

Jimmy answered as he steered, "We're going to fly over Austin, y'know, the closest fair featuring Ultra Lord."

"Cool! Let's stop!" Sheen ecstatically ordered but, his enthusiasm left him and he asked right before Jimmy was going to decline, "Uh, Jimmy... is a light post supposed to be flying through the air at this height and that speed and all?" Jimmy, Carl and Goddard were looking to where Sheen pointed, and, sure enough, what Sheen said was gliding through the air and past their right rapidly.

"Hm, odd. It came from the south, so, Goddard, list of every city south of here. Those gravitational gloves have to be somewhere down south!" Jimmy exclaimed. "Let's start down in Antarctica!" Jimmy pushed some buttons and the hover car went as fast as it could down to Antarctica.

When they speedily flew over Retroville, Carl viewed what they were to look for, things or people defying gravity. He was about to mention it, but, Sheen spoke up, "Jim, what do the gravilatonal gloves do?"

"It's gravitational gloves. Okay, first, after placing them on, the gloves send a prick into every finger and your thumb, the prick is so small, you can't feel it. This prick allows the gloves to connect with the brain, so, whatever you'd want to lift, you could, as long as your hands are facing in that direction. When you focus on an object, a green beam shoots forth from the gloves and it lifts the object or person," Jimmy explained.

Carl was about to speak, then, Sheen again, "Ah, so you can do some serious damage with those babies, huh?"

Jimmy replied, "Yea, that's why I need to get them back.

Carl was getting a little irritated, he was being cut off. So he, just shouted no matter who was talking, "Go back to Retroville!"

"I know you miss your mom and dad already and you feel guilty about the curfew and all, but..." Jimmy began.

Carl interrupted to emphasize on the reason, "Floating people and buildings and benches at Retroville!"

"Oh," was all Jimmy said as he turned the hover car around and headed back home.

Me: Hi! Whaddya think? Please tell me, because the only way I know how well it went is through reviews, so please review, and if you do, please no cussing or indication of cussing. And flames are accepted, thank you.

Sorry about the sudden invention change and all.