Kanone steps in

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"AT midnight hour I went, not willingly, life, moon lustre-fraught,

A little, little boy, yon churchyard past,
To Father Vicar's house; the stars on high

On all around their beauteous radiance cast,

At midnight hour.

And when, in journeying o'er the path of

My love I follow'd, as she onward moved,
With stars and northern lights o'er head in strife,

Going and coming, perfect bliss I proved

At midnight hour.

Until at length the full

Burst thro' the gloom wherein she was enshrined;
And then the willing, active, rapid thought

Around the past, as round the future twined,

At midnight hour.

Timmy thought that he and Mark should've been placed in the Olympic circle for their one hundred meter dash.

Back to the spaceship.

Even as the cuddle bunnies of death were amassing outside the craft, it was already too late. Mark hurriedly switched on all the engine lights

before pressing HARD on the accelerator.

The ship hovered uncertainly for a minute or so, the giggle pies continuing their rabid assualt as they did so......

Riding on the backs of the red eyed, slightly satanic looking creatures, growling like trapped coyotes.

"Come ON!" pleaded Timmy, seizing Mark's, once again-non existant shoulders and shaking them violently.

"COME ON!"

The boy frantically flipped the windshield wipers on-and the gigglepies attempting to break through the glass were now wide eyed with horror

as they were swung back and forth....

Back and forth.....

Until finally, one of them vomited over the glassy exterior. Timmy winced, then yanked around. Mark was still struggling at the controls.

"The engine's stalling! THE ENGINE'S stalling!"

Timmy swallowed, feeling extremely lightheaded as the ship continued to rock violently back and forth.

"So this is how it ends. Torn limb by limb apart by a corporate excuse to sell manufactured creatures from the black lagoon created by

overworked and underpaid seamstresses." He groaned, shaking his head as the Bunnies attempted to smash down the doors, using the seers

as battering rams, from what he could tell.

"I could've been sucked into a whirlpool of death. But noooo, the fuzzy animals have to kill me first."

Mark sighed.

"DO not be ashamed, TUrner.. My people will give us a hero's memorial."

TImmy just groaned again.

"Yeah. And MY people will be be giggling at our funerals."

Mark smashed frantically on the controlds, as an enormous CRACK echoed from outside....

"PLEASE! Just wake-"

A pause. The engine stuttered.

And then, began to rumble as it slowly began to rise.

* * * *

"Just a bit more.....come on.....just a little bit..."

Timmy closed his eyes, wishing more then ever that his parents were here.

Or His godfamily.

Or better yet, bo-

Mark's cry startled Timmy out of his reverie.

"Whoo-hoooooooo!"

And, in a blast of fire and sparks, the ship shot into the dark skies above, sending gigglepies flying in all directions-

As they broke off from the atmosphere, a hand and a tentacle struck against each other.

"YES!"

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Timmy sank into a chair, moan mingling with his sigh of relief.

"Dude. Just let me say this once. I'll be perfectly happy if we never have to repeat that again."

Mark just managed a nod before melting into a small heap of goo on the ground.

"Still....I can't understand WHY the engine acted up like that. We nearly got waxed!"

TImmy thought about turning to face Mark, but it seemed too mucgh of an effort, so he decided to attempt to use The Force again.

It had never worked when hhe was seven, but...?

Willing his head to turn with all of his might, it still didn''t functiion.....

Timmy gave up with a sigh, plunking his head against the leather of the chair with a sigh.

"Who cares? THe important thing is...we got out of there, and from now on, I'm going to hide under my bed every year until Easter's over."

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Mark frowned as he got up some time later, studying the monitor closely. They had left the ship on auto pilot for the time being. After a

moment of attempting to use The Force again, Timmy gave up and hopped down beside the alien.

"I STILL don't know how-"

"Oh, But I do."

Timmy started, heart hammering at the unfamiliar voice as a small noise began to echo in the ortherwise silent ship.

It was the sound of footsteps.

And something else.

The hairs on Timmy's neck stood up as he inched closer to the alien, mouth very dry.

Someone was slowly clapping as they stepped out from behind the captain's chair.

And he did NOT look ready for afternoon tea.

Their first clue?

Timmy had to admit it was the blaster he had pointed at them.