Ra'eb is 'bear' and of course Ra'lop is Polar jumbled. Guess who Jim is and the clue is: its two words! Oh, J'son is seriously my boss. Weird huh? Oh and please no comments about me being bitter- truth is I quit for school. So now this is just me having fun! (Some events are real, but I don't own paramount)
Chapter Four- How much you gonna bet?
"You're a spy!" Ra'eb sneered. Ra'lop stuck his finger into Jim's chest. "Yeah! Transfer student my ass!"
J'son had his arms folded his arms across, "Calm down, now unless we have some serious proof that Mr. ---what was your name again?"
Jim looked from face to face and coughed. "Uh, Ypst'erces, uh, the third."
J'son smiled, "Oh yeah I knew him. He was your father?"
"Yes?" Kirk raised an eyebrow wondering, I thought that name was one I just made up.
J'son shook his finger at the other two employees. "See? Why are you insulting a responsible citizen like, um…?"
"Ypst'erces."
"What he said. Now get back to work," J'son grumbled. Picking up his coffee he left.
Feeling very insecure with the other employees Jim said hastily, "Uh, I'm going to go pee outside, guys…"
Ra'lop rolled his eyes. Ra'eb said nastily, "What-ev."
"Blimey, don't he know how to use a men's room?" They both snickered at the joke Ra'lop said. Walking away Jim wondered who was stupider: the employees of this demented store or the tourists.
As he shut the back door behind him he heard a voice: "You cannot go any farther."
He turned around. "Who said that?"
"I did," and in front of Jim's eyes a small acme covered teenager (probably eighteen) in the store's uniform shirt appeared out of literally thin air. As the conversation progressed the teenager's tone never wavered from that of depressed to super depressed.
"And who the hell are you?" Kirk's voice stayed very energetic.
With a trembling lip the teenager said shakily, "A former employee. I'm dead now."
"Ah," Kirk said as if it explained anything. Even though, to him, it did not.
The teenager looked up, "You know the backscratchers in there?" Kirk knew what he was taking about. They were very sharp and shaped like a paw of the deadly worldens. It had six claws, and Kirk frequently had to turn the claws away from the customers so they would not get hurt. The boy continued, "I was impaled on one. I'm a ghost."
"So what does this have to do with me not being able to go forward?"
"There is a force field to stop you from seeing Misty. Oops." The ghost blushed and began to float away.
Kirk took a few steps forward, but quickly was zapped by the force field. He called out, "wait!"
The ghost turned around slowly. In sad tones he said, "You really should put your fur out."
"Wait, maybe I can help you! You look like you need cheering up!" Kirk was franticly patting the flames on his fur. When that did not work he rolled on the ground.
The ghost came back over to him. "What would you want from me?"
Kirk stood up. Brushing the dust out of his fur, he replied, "Just your conversation!" Kirk smiled, although he knew none could see it.
"You want to know who Misty is."
"Um…yeah," Kirk said while rummaging around in his pockets. He pulled out a red handkerchief he had, "look at this as a friendship gift!"
"I guess," the teenager said monotonously, although his face visibly brightened as he took it.
"Take this," the ghost said handing Kirk a white piece of paper. As Kirk stared at it he realized what really was: a feeding schedule for Misty. It read:
Feeder/ Food/ Day
Ra'lop/ Orion Tourist/ Monday
Ra'eb/ English Tourist/ Tuesday
J'son/ English and Orion Tourist/ Wednesday
Ra'lop/ Andorian Tourist/ Thursday
Ra'eb/ You can pick! and an Andorian/ Friday
J'son/ Ypst'erces or whoever the hell he is/ Saturday
Note: Feel free to add anyone else you feel like. Will release to Federation on Sunday! And don't make her mad!
Slowly, while mildly in shock, Kirk folded the paper up and shoved it into his pocket. Several things occurred to him: Maybe they had noticed. Actually, that pretty much dominated his thoughts. Still he also wondered what and when he would get to see Misty. Hopefully it would be a day that he chose and one before Saturday. He looked up, "Thanks, I'll see you later…"
"Melvin." The ghost was evaporating.
"Ah, well see you later Melvin!" Kirk walked away. He shutterd, but at least he had one friend.
-o-o-o-o-o-
"I'm off at 5. Yeah, 5 pm," Kirk said looking down on the beautiful blonde.
She rubbed his belly in slow circles. "Mmm, see you then Mr. Polar Bear!"
He waved as she left. Suddenly, he felt a heavy weight on his right leg. When shaking it off didn't work, he kicked his foot out. The little girl flew off his foot (the kick is what made her relase her tiny arms from his knee), and went a good ten feet, screaming all the way. She landed in the park among the flowers. Her father was shaking the mother's arm excitedly shouting, "Did you get that? Did you get that on camera?"
Kirk shook his head and walked to other end of the pavement. He was allowed to walk five feet in either direction of the store doors. As long as he danced and hugged though his boss didn't care if it was fifteen feet in each direction.
Jim couldn't wait to get off.
-o-o-o-o-o-
McCoy gave a high-five a yeoman, and then turned to Spock. "Cough it up Spock, you owe 15 credits, that little girl broke her leg! She is so going to the ER!"
Spock pulled the money out of pocket. He had to stand up though, because he could not reach his back pocket as he sat in the Captain's chair. "You are right Doctor," he handed the money over; "I was in error. We shall have to reply this footage at parties later."
McCoy nodded vigorously, while counting his credits. Satisfied he began to stuff them into his wallet. "Yeah, but with more popcorn Mr. Popcorn Hog."
Already relaxing back in the chair, Spock raised an eyebrow, "Yes, well, you did eat all the Cookie Dough Bites. And the Charleston Chews."
McCoy said, "I swear to god that was the red shirts. Either way, would you like to make your money back- doubled?"
Spock raised an eyebrow. He turned the chair to look at McCoy. "How?"
"No Spock, the question is: how will the captain's date go?"
Uhura turned around in her chair, "I want a piece of this action."
Sulu was standing up and pulling out his wallet. "Me too!"
Chekov grumbled, "Betting vas inwented in Russia."
"Well, before the date begins," McCoy began while collecting (and writing down) the money, "We need to discuss the moral implications of leaving our Capitan on a planet to certain doom."
A collective sigh went around the room.
o-o-o-o-o
To his own surprise the swimsuit boxers were very comfortable and fit right over his suit. It had the embarrassing effect though of changing it's back ground with is mood. As if they knew of the special occasion the princess danced with cowboys (it was the ho-down Kirk guessed, and a very animated version) while the ducks played bluegrass on various instruments.
Stacy—aparently her name—loved it when she picked up Mr. Polar Bear at five pm. "You have such a cute smile!" She giggled. Kirk giggled as well. The ride there was wonderful in the warm night air. Stacy owned a red convertible, and had the top off just so the head could fit in the car.
She liver at a mansion, and had a spacious Jacuzzi. Kirk's boxer's turned a brilliant white when he saw her in a hot pink bikini with her blonde hair down. It made him very happy that his lower half was underwater, "Stacey, I…"
"Shh…," she said lowering herself into the water. It was very warm, but Kirk thought: what's a little heatstroke? She swam straight to him, and kissed him. It was very awkward, since every time she applied her lips the plastic hit him in the eye. He hands were happy completely around her.
It was the best hug ever!
Kirk pulled apart, "Stacey, you do realize this relationship can't go very far?"
"Just one night darling."
o-o-o-o-o
"Oh! Go for it! Go for it!" McCoy high-five-ed Sulu. Spock nearly choked on the mouthful of popcorn he was chewing at the scene. The screen glitched as the camera went underwater. Spock franticly hit buttons. There were two other cameras and this was the most exciting part! One had to work!
To be continued
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1) In this story should Kirk turn into a:
a) Cash register
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c) Merchandise
d) Elephant
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