4th July 2013 Thursday

Day 185

This is a lot harder than I thought, but I suppose I'm lucky to have holidays to work it out. Hopefully this will be finished soon, because we need to get back to Zap and Jenny's wedding plans.

Happy Independence Day to all who celebrate it, hope the weather is beautiful for fireworks.

Disclaimer: I don't own the show.

"Hello, Jenny," Buzz greets in a suave voice.

"Bonjour Buzz," the girl replies distractedly, her eyes still skimming the building kit. To her surprise, the man towering over her snatches the piece of paper from inside the box, looking at it from different angles. "Buzz, may I have my instruction book, please?

"How can you read these instructions? There's no pictures!" he asks ignorantly, still keeping the piece of paper out of the petite girl's reach.

"Well, some people use their imaginations on what the final product might look like," she responds, placing her hands on her hips.

"Jenny, it's about time you got yourself out of those laboratories," Buzz says in an arrogant tone, tossing the paper aside and dropping it in the mud. "And paid attention to more important things...like me! The whole town's talking about it."

Behind the hunter, a small group of fan-girls sigh dramatically, swooning over Buzz. Jenny pays no attention to them as she picks up the instructions, cleaning the mud off it.

"It's not right for a woman to read, soon she starts getting ideas...and thinking," he says in a pompous voice; his hands coming to his waist and his nose pointing skyward. Jenny shivered in disgust.

"Buzz, you are positively primeval," unaffected by her tone, the hunter strolls towards Jenny, draping his arm over her shoulders.

"Why thank you, Jenny," he says in a calm voice, completely ignoring her. "Hey, whaddya say you and me take a walk over to the tavern and have a look at my hunting trophies?"

"Maybe some other time," Jenny murmurs, packing her kit back up as she ignores the 'what's wrong with her?', 'she's crazy!' and 'he's gorgeous!' whispers from the doe-eyed fans.

"Please, Buzz, I can't. I have to get home and help my father."

Tyrone burst out with laughter at her words, startling Jenny. "That crazy old loon? He needs all the help he can get!" Buzz joins him in laughing, placing a hand on the smaller guy's shoulder.

"Don't you talk about my father that way!" she points an accusing finger towards the muscular man, her voice stern and strong.

"Yeah," Buzz says in a mocking tone to Tyrone. "Don't talk about her father that way!" he smacks his friend on the head, both of them still laughing.

"My father's not crazy! He's a genius-" her words are silenced as a large explosion occurs somewhere in the distance. Her heart sinks when she realises that it has come from her place. Buzz and Tyrone are still laughing, doubled over and clutching their stomachs. Angered and slightly embarrassed, Jenny races back through the crowd and over the bridge towards her cottage home, immediately flinging open the doors of the basement.

"Papa?" she questions in to the darkness, taking cautious steps down in to the dark room.

"How on earth did that happen?" her father mutters, struggling to stand on his feet. "Dog gonnit!" he curses under his breath, pulling off a wooden barrel that he managed to get stuck in. Unfortunately, his pants were removed along with the barrel, revealing his huge 'white with red hearts' underpants. He pulls his pants back up quickly.

"Are you all right, Papa?" Jenny comforts, running up to her father and kneeling down in front of him, hands placed carefully on his shoulders.

George huffs in annoyance. "I'm about ready to give up on this hunk of junk!" he kicks the machine in a moment of anger, but Jenny smirks in amusement.

"You always say that," she giggles, standing tall and looking around the room.

"I mean it, this time," he points a shaking finger up at her. "I'll never get this boneheaded contraption to work."

"Yes, you will," she says, placing her hand back on his shoulder. "And you'll be able to go exploring once it's done."

George merely huffs in a sulking manner, reminding Jenny of a little boy. She ponders what she could say to make him feel better. "...and become a world famous adventurer!"

"You really believe that?" his spirits seem to lift at her words, causing the girl to smile broadly at her father.

"I always have."

"Well, what are we waiting for? I'll have this thing fixed in no time," George slides under the contraption, poking his hand out to Jenny. "Hand me that dog-legged clencher there... So, did you have a good time in town today?"

"I got a new kit," Jenny holds up the box, but her smile drops as her eyes skimmed the object in her hand. She breathes in a shaky breath before asking her question. "Papa, do you think I'm odd?"

"My daughter? Odd?" her father questions in an incredulous manner. He slides out from under the machine, but the image of him wearing her inventing goggles, his eyes distorted and huge, causes Jenny to bite her lip in thought. "Where would you get an idea like that?"

"Oh, I don't know. It's just I'm not sure I fit in here," she rambles, sadness evident in her voice. "There's no one I can really talk to."

"What about that Buzz? He's a handsome fellow!"

"He's handsome all right," Jenny began, her voice turning sour. "…and rude and conceited and...oh Papa, he's not for me!"

"Well, don't you worry, because this invention's going to be the start of a new life for us," he says in a comforting tone, before sliding out once again from under the machine. George wipes a bit of grease off his face, wiping his hands together on a rag. "I think that's done it. Now, let's give it a try."

The machine glows an ominous green, and a small light fills a circle on the ground and the machine begins to crawl forward, as though searching for something. Jenny's face brightens at the sight.

"It works!" she cheers loudly from behind her father.

"It does?" he questions, but looks back at the device with a smile. "It does!"

"You did it! You really did it!"

"Hitch up Habi, boy," George walks outside, tapping the large grey horse that is standing in the corner, chewing grass and rolling its eyes. "I'm off for adventuring!"

Good bye, Papa!" Jenny waves from the doorstep as she watches her father ride towards the forest. "Good luck!"

"Good bye, Jenny, and take care while I'm gone!" he shouts in reply as he and his horse disappear behind the trees.

Ok, so George Mayweather is Jenny's father (everyone remember Henry? Well it's his dad) I have another character in mind for Dex, and funnily enough, Habi is the horse. R&R! and I'm glad you all like it so far.