The Continuing Weekly Adventures Of Dr. Zachary Smith H.M.O.

This weeks episode:

Episode #41: Parts Unknown 
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Last Week as you recall, Dr. Zachary Smith and Capt. James Brown had just slipped through the hole in space and time left by the Evil Von TipRău, Villain of Villains.  He had stolen the Townspeople of Legopolis away for some nefarious scheme, to which none but himself are privy.  Not even I, the Narrator, —Who Has Read the Script— have any idea what his nefarious schemes are.
Dr. Smith, Capt. Brown, and their chosen vehicle —A  1935 Jaguar— seem to appear out of a bit of air that just doesn't  fit.

-=fig. 199: Through the Looking Glass=-
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"AHHH!" Yells Capt. Brown, unaccustomed as he is to trans-dimensional travel.  Their suspension creaks as they hit the ground at great speed and from considerable height.  But Dr. Zachary Smith, veteran driver, expertly applies the brakes, and expertly skids to a stop, inches from the immovable mass that was the wall.  
“Well, Zachary, that was something!” Capt. Brown yells, his ears ringing from the crash landing.   They climb out of the car, Gingerly, so as to not dislodge any fragile body parts.  Or any parts of the car that may have decided to fall off.  Dr. Smith, naturally curious, wanders into the ominous cave. The Air, blindingly bright outside,  disappears ominously the further into the cave they go.  Capt. Brown, a born baritone,  Breaks into song, to try and lighten the mood.
“Aieressera, oì nanninè, me ne sagliette,
tu saie addò tu saie addò
Addò 'stu core 'ngrato cchiù dispietto farme nun pò!
Addò lo fuoco coce, ma si fuie
te lassa sta!
E nun te corre appriesso, nun te struie, 'ncielo a guardà!...
Jammo, jammo 'ncoppa, jammo jà,
funiculì, funiculà!”

Dr. Smith, {Tenor}  recognizing the song, joins in on the second chorus;

“Nè... jammo da la terra a la montagna! no passo nc'è!
Se vede Francia, Proceta e la Spagna...
Io veco a tte!
Tirato co la fune, ditto 'nfatto,
'ncielo se va.." 
At the end of the song, Dr. Smith, laughing, slaps Capt. Brown on the back. “You could have had a marvelous career in opera, James.  What Happened?”  Capt. Brown just shrugs. The dark of the cave, having lost its fears, looks much less ominous than before.

Until the air just in front of Dr. Smith starts to crackle.  
“What’s that Zachary?”  but Dr. Smith just walks toward the glowing bit of air, like a man in a dream.  Our Cameras couldn’t capture it all that well, this is the best picture we could get:
 

-=fig. 200: It’s getting worse.=-
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“Get back to the car, James.”
Capt. Brown ran. 
Ran.
Dr. Smith was close behind, not even bothering to open the car door.
the world started to shake, and the colors too.

-=fig. 201: We need leave, now.=-

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“Zachary? We need to leave, NOW.”  “I know. Got your seatbelt? Good. Now. Pull that lever.”

The orchestra rises to a crescendo,

and stops, pauses more like.

-=fig. 202: Curiouser and Somewhat More Curious=-
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BANG! 
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 -=fig. 203: Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribbler=-
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 Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribbler, a born salesman, senses the change in atmosphere, and smiles.
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 The 1935 Jaguar skids to a stop, ruining a perfectly good set of brakes.

-=fig. 204: Two Orders To Go=-
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The tires steamed, gently.
There was not a soul for–
"Hurry Hurry Hurry! Get Yer' turkey Legs here!"
Not A Soul For Mi–
"Fresh enough! Step Right Up!"
NOBODY ABOU–

"Try Yer' Luck! Oops, wrong one."
 NO ONE AT ALL!
"Hurry Hurry Hurry!"
Nobody!
Except  Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribbler, huckster extraordinaire. 

Dr. Smith and Capt. Brown Carefully disembark themselves from the Jaguar. "I'll Handle this James," Dr. Smith walks over to Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribbler, but before he could say anything, Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribbler launched into his Shpiel {שפּיל} "You Sir look like a man of discerning taste, yes you do. Tell Ya' what, for you,–"Dr. Smith couldn't get a word in edgewise. "–just you, now, and for TODAY ONLY! I'll give you not one, not two, but 1½ Fresh{-ish} Legs of Finer quality turkey! That's Right Not One, Not Two–" The man wouldn't stop talking! "Not even Three! But 1½ High{-er} Quality Turkey Legs! Whaddaya Say, friend!"  "Er–"  "Thankyaverymuch, another satisfied customer! That's right Folks another satisfied customer! Step right Up and try yer' Luck, awinnereverytime!"   Before He Knew what was happening Dr. Smith was carrying 1½ legs of higher quality turkey back to where Capt. Brown stood, laughing. "Are you Laughing at me James?" Asks, Dr. Smith, interrogatively. "No! Of Course {Ha HA} Not. Never. But you went about it all the wrong way." "Be my guest, James.  But be careful, that man's been trained on the streets of London, and no mistake." Capt. Brown Walks up to Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribbler. "He-llo there Friend–"  "QUIET."  It was not a command. It was a statement.  Quiet happened.  Quite suddenly. With a Range like Capt. James Browns, the world listens. Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribbler rallies marvelously though, "I will not be pushed around by–" "I SAID QUIET" The Ground rattled.  Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribbler, not one to give up, opens his mouth to respond, one more time. "I CAN GO LOWER. AND LOUDER."  Capt. Brown reaches a low E before Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribbler's cart starts to vibrate.  Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribbler–A born Businessman– knows when he is beaten: "All Right! All right! What do you want?"   Capt. Brown Steps aside, and makes a sweeping gesture to Dr. Smith, indicating that he was turning this section of the interrogation over to Dr. Smith.  "Why are you here?" Asks Dr. Smith, Questioningly.  Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribbler,  Huckster to the core, switches back into "Refrigerators to Eskimos" mode. "I've personally analyzed the latest data from the VERY TOP SCIENTISTS From around the world! And I've found that this very spot, that's right. RIGHT HERE! Is gonna be the the biggest retail mall this side of–" "And the Real Reason?" Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribbler muttered something inaudible. "What?" "I was kicked out of the Guild of…" "What? Speak up Man!" "I was kicked out of the guild of Hucksters, Shysters, And Turkey Salesmen for purveying Inferior Merchandise.  Alright? Are you happy? Really. coercing a confession."  "But How Did you get here?  Flash of light? Loud noise?  Short-term memory loss? Any of that?"   

Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribbler thought. 

And Thought Some More. 

A Bit More Thought was needed.  

Right Then, a decision was reached. 

"Nope."


He said.
Dr. Smith Thinks for moment, and then says; "I notice that you don't have any wheels on that cart of yours, you wouldn't happen to have a miniature sub-atomic anti-gravity generator in there?"  Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribbler begins to say no, then thinks for a second. "I Jus– I Don't know." Dr. Smith smacks his forehead,"* Of course, I forgot, you would call it a…um…ZS5000 Wheel-Less Wheels."  "That I Do, I Have One of those, good investment.  got it in fact Back In–"  "Right, we're gonna need to…Borrow it." 

-=fig. 205: ZS5000?=-
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"The ZS5000 Zachary? Really?"  "Oh sush, like you've never named one of your Inventio–…Cities… after yourself."  After Installing The ZS5000, The Jaguar Is ready to fly.

-=fig. 206: You Can't leave me Here!=-
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"You Can't Leave me Here!" Shouts Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribbler, Waving his Arms frantically.  "Leave him Zachary." Commands Capt. Brown, "He was just whinging little twerp."  "James! That's not nice. True, But not nice. We have taken the mans Only Mode of transportation, his Hover cart."  "He can't fit in the Jaguar. "  "No, but I have an Idea." 

 -=fig. 207: Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribbler speeding along in his cart=-
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"I thought it was really neat how you pulled that surfboard out of your bag like that." Capt. Brown says, "But you didn't need to Make his cart go that fast, did you?"  Dr. Smith Smiles. "I Guess I'm Just a Natural Philanthropist."

-=fig. 208: Exit, Stage Right=-
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Dr. Smith {Natural Philanthropist} flies the Jaguar toward a handy Hole, Unfortunately, some of our Cameras aren't prepared for such trauma. so they burnt off, you can see them in fig. 208 {Above}  We are working on improving the Camera design, but until then we have no Idea where…they…went.

Come back next week for:

Episode #42: Terra Incognita

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

*Sorry that wasn't very clear, I meant that Dr. Smith Smacked his own Forehead, not Mr. Clement "Joe" Dribblers forehead.  That Would just be ridiculous.


Right.

Hope I Cleared that up, then.

Yup.

Helium Road and the Peregrination

I Worked so hard on that "Invisible Zachary" Picture, It's too bad I can't find a good Warehouse Picture anywhere. But Dont wory Folks! I am looking, and it should be back sometime. Probably in a new post. But Until then, here is this DeskTop Wallpaper I Made from a Picture I Took:

It Is formatted for widescreen Macboo– I Mean, Computer screens.

That Is An Actual road in Amarillo Texas.

Photo released in accordance with the Legal Disclaimer, scroll down.

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Halloween is not Just For Humans

CUT!

PRINT! 

THAT'S A WRAP. 

TAKE FIVE EVERYBODY.

 Here at The Office, The Crew of Dr. Zachary Smith's Weekly Adventures were working all through the holidays, but everybody who could dressed up in the spirit of the holiday, one of the highlights is Dr. Smith's Costume, he went as the invisible man:

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Continued here. 

Happy Halloween

-=Best Regards=-

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Halloween is over

Well, Halloween is over. I was thinking of taking down the Halloween theme today, but I Have been Convinced that I should be taking it out later, so that everyone may enjoy the neatness. I Finally finished the theme last night, {Before trick or treating} and I would like everyone out there who reads my blog to enjoy it as much as possible before later tonight when I will take it down.

Happy Halloween Weekend!

-=Best Regards=-

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Mhahahahahahaha!

Happy Halloween, my friends. Step into the Parlor? As you can See, I Went All out for To Day, Just Above this there is Von TipRău, glaring at you through the gloom, and over to the side is a previously unknown picture of one of Dr. Smith's ancestors!

Isn't the Family resemblance amazing?  I Have Hidden more Surprises in the sidebar to your left, right, and below the post area. Happy Hunting? Any way, I wish you A happy halloween from enveyone here at Early Bird Industries, And Savethecroissants.com!

-=Best Regards=-

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

The Continuing Weekly Adventures Of Dr. Zachary Smith H.M.O.

This weeks episode:
Episode #40: South By Southwest
Act one, Scene one.
“Last Week as you recall”
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Last Week {as you Recall} Dr. Smith, Capt. James Brown, and the entire company of the Legopolis City Royal Rooftop Police {L.C.R.P., for short} were in the Rather Large Blank Spot, attempting to escape from the Black and White that was attacking the great City Of Legopolis.  Also last week, the Rather Large Blank Spot had started to Fade Before their Very Eyes.
“So What’s the Plan, Zachary?” asks Capt. Brown.  “Well, James, remember Paris?  Summer of ‘49?”  “But that Didn’t work! We almost died!”  Dr. Smith Smiles, gently. “You Have a better plan?”  “Well–” At that point Capt. Brown was cut Off on account of the world exploding.


Act One, Scene Two.
“Good Morning!”
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-=Fig. 192: Morning Zachary!=-
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A Figure Looms Into Dr. Smith’s Consciousness… “Good Morning!” Yells the Figure, Brightly.  “Isn’t it a Beautiful day!” A shadow Crosses his face; “Whoops, sorry, I forgot that you’re not a morning person.  But It’s good to see that you’re up!”  Dr. Smith starts grumbling… “…coffee…now.” Capt. Brown Jumps, “Right, Got it Zachary!” A Second later… “Um, Where–” “…Suitcase…” “Right, Right, of course.  Wow, is this suitcase bigger on the in–”        “…”       “Right, Er, Coffee.”


Act One, Scene Three.
“After Coffee”
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“So, Zachary, how you doing? You Alright Now?” Asks Capt. Brown, after Dr. Smith Finished off the rest of the Coffee. Dr. Smith Yawns and rubs the Sleep out of his eyes. “Yes, I’m fine, thanks for asking, James.”  “Zachary, I was wondering, why is your Suitcase bigger on the inside?”  “It works on the same principle as The Door, Requisitioning a section of the R.L.B.S. for Random Access Storage, then opening and closing with these electromagnets I put on the Sides of my suitcase.”  “Ah.  Ok. Where are we?”  Dr. Smith Looks around, and frowns. “No, we can’t be here.”  “Where?”  Dr. Smith Smiles like a magician about to perform a simple yet complex-looking trick of his own devising to a group of other magicians.   “See James? Nothing up my sleeves.”  Capt. Brown, knowing of Dr. Smiths love of theatre, went along with it. “Yep, Nothing there. What Are you Going To Make appear, Mr. Great Zachariah?"
Dr. Smith Smiles, grasps the air–

-=fig. 193: Nothing up the sleeves=-
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–and pulls, like a magician pulling the tablecloth from a completely set table–

-=fig. 194: Like a Magician trying not to break the expensive china=-
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Revealing…

-=fig. 195: Wow! A Jaguar!=-
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“Wow! a 1935 Jaguar!  With Original Details!” Capt. Brown is awestruck. “but how’d you do it?”  Dr. Smith Just smiles and says: “A Magician Never Reveals His secrets.  Hop in."  “By the way,” Says Capt. Brown,“Where did everyone else go?”  Dr. Smith explains.  It went something like this;  Von TipRău and his evil henchmen have stolen all the colors and people from Legopolis.  In Making their escape, the Villains accidentally {Or maybe not so accidentally} ripped Time and space all to shreds. When Dr. Smith, Capt. Brown, and the L.C.R.P.  Escaped through a different hole in Time and Space, they aggravated the problem, causing a bigger  hole to appear, quite suddenly. {That would have been about the time when the world “Exploded”} That Bigger Hole scattered everyone through Time And space, probably forever,  Hopefully not changing history, but definitely causing trouble. “…And now it’s up to us to chase everybody down, Fix whatever’s been messed up, stop Von TipRău from carrying out his nefarious scheme, and stop time and space from falling apart.”  “And we’re going to do all that in a 1935 Jaguar?”


Act one, Scene Four.
“Hold on tightly and with much fear-driven vigor.”
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-=fig. 196: Now what?=-
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"O.K., Zachary, We're in the car, now what?"  Dr. smith Smiles, a little, private smile, and says: "Well, Now we put it in gear." Capt. Brown rolls his eyes and groans. "Yes, Ha Ha, very funny. I meant what are we looking for?"  "Holes in Space and Time can take on many shapes, from Doors and Windows, to phone booths.  There was even one over in Brittania in the shape of a Police Call box, But mostly Holes are bits of air that don't fit." "Like that bit up ahead?"

-=fig. 197: A Bit of Air that Doesn't Fit=-
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"Ah ha! Well Spotted James!"

They wait for a moment.

Capt. Brown Asks: "Why aren't we–" "You haven't fastened you seat belt, James."
*Click*
"And We're off!"
They gain speed,
The dial registers their speed as:
…12…
…30…
…60…
…81…
…84…
…87…

-=fig. 198: 88mph=-
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There are No theatrics…
No explosions…
No lightning…
No flaming tire tracks…
No Spinning License plate…

Dr. Smith and Capt. Brown Simply slipped between the very frames of existence.

And are now, very simply, A week in the future.

Join us Next week as we Join Capt. Brown and Dr. Zachary Smith in:
Episode #41: Parts Unknown
Same time, same blog.

-=Best Regards=-

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Krispy Kreme Donuts

Today it rained, so The Crew and i went to the most awesome donut shop in the immediate area;



Krispy Kreme Doughnuts.
Yum.
We ordered the Halloween type ones,


I really like Krispy Kreme Doughnuts! So yummy. We happened across the doughnut shop in the little Las Vegas wannabe town of Branson Mo. Not exactly up my alley, but at least it's raining. After procuring our doughnuts, we popped over to starbuck for coffee


I had a double shot esspresso, the thinking being that I could work my way back up to a "Rooster in the Hen House" without my skin crawling off by itself. It was quite good, For starbucks.
Anyway, Happy Halloween!
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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Small thought; Names.

How is it that in world of several billion people, you get names like April,
names like may.
names like June,
names like July.
names like Saturday,
Sunday,
Friday.
names like dawn,
names like dusk.
How is it with names like tha, That no-one,
No-one, is named; Mid-Afternoon. Or Four-Of-The-Clock. Seems silly, really. I mean, most people name their children after minor charecters in some religious text or another. Why not perfectly pleasant times of day?

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

New Temporary Theme

I Have redesigned the blog for Halloween!

Don't worry kids, that's not blood ;-) {Smiling face} It's paint. honest. Oh, yes, I almost forgot, if you liked the other theme better, it will be back after Halloween.

Feedback? Comment!

-=Best Regards=-

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

The Continuing Weekly Adventures Of Dr. Zachary Smith H.M.O.

This Weeks Episode:

Episode #39:  Jeeves' Story. 

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Last Week, as you recall, Dr. Smith had found Jeeves in Dr. Smith's yard, literally fading fast. This Is His Story.

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"WELL DR. SMITH, IT WAS LIKE THIS, ONCE YOU LEFT THE HOUSE FOR THE R.L.B.S., ALL THE DIALS INDICATING THE CURRENT LIFTING POWER STARTED TO FLICKER AND POINT TO ZERO.  SO, BEING A CONSCIENTIOUS AND *1011011* OH, EXCUSE ME.  BIT OF A COUGH THERE.  I NAVIGATED THE HOUSE  BACK DOWN THE HOLE AND FLEW IT TOWARDS YOUR BASEMENT, IN THE HOPE OF ARRIVING AT THE LOT BEFORE #17 RON DEVUE DR. LOST ALL ITS LIFTING POWER.  I JUST MADE IT BEFORE THE GAUGES SHOWED ALL THE LIFTING POWER WAS GONE.  WHEN I GOT HERE EVERYTHING WAS PERFECTLY NORMAL, THE RIGHT COLORS AND EVERYTHING.

THEN I HEARD THAT YOU HAD ARRIVED BEFORE ME.

I WAS OF COURSE CURIOUS, SIR, TO SEE HOW YOU COULD HAVE MADE IT OUT OF THE R.L.B.S. SO QUICKLY!  I FOUND OUT THAT YOU WERE AT THE OLD GAS STATION, SELLING OFF ONE OF YOUR INVENTIONS.  THAT WAS WHEN I FIRST STARTED TO SUSPECT, SIR, BUT I WENT ANYWAY.  IT WAS HORRIBLE.  SIR.

-=fig. 187: Something was Very Wrong=-
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SOMETHING WAS VERY WRONG, SIR. BUT I COULDN'T PUT MY FINGER ON IT, SO I JUST WATCHED AS ALL THE PEOPLE BOUGHT UP ALL THE GRAY BOXES.  AND WHEN SOMEBODY DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY? YOU JUST GAVE IT AWAY, SIR. THAT WAS WHEN I KNEW THAT IS WASN'T YOU, SIR.  NOBODY WOULD HAVE HAD TO PAY ANY MONEY IN THE FIRST PLACE. YOU MADE THOSE BOXES SOUND SO GOOD!  NO ONE SUSPECTED A THING, AND WHO WOULD? IT'S THE GREAT DR. SMITH, INVENTOR EXTRAORDINAIRE!  THE HERO OF RON DEVUE DRIVE!  THE TROUBLE STARTED ONCE EVERYONE IN LEGOPOLIS HAD A BOX.  EVERYONE STARTED GETTING SO SAD, AND MOVING SO SLOW.  IT WAS ALMOST AS IF THEIR COLORS WERE FADING.

-=fig. 188: Fading away=-
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EVERYONE GOT SO DEPRESSED THAT THEY COULDN'T EVEN MOVE!  THEY JUST STOOD THERE, FADING AWAY.  THINGS GOT WORSE WHEN THE PSYCHO TRANSYLVANIAN AND HIS TOP-HATTED ARMY SHOWED UP.  AH! I SEE YOU KNOW THEM, SIR.  WELL, ONCE THEY SHOWED UP, THINGS TOOK A TURN FOR THE WORSE, THEY HAD MORE OF THOSE GRAY BOXES, BUT THESE LOOKED MORE POTENT.  THE MEN IN TOP-HATS HELD THESE NEW BOXES UP TO THE BUILDINGS, AND–

-=fig. 189: They Stole the colors=-
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–THEY STOLE THE COLORS SIR,  STOLE THEM!  RIGHT OFF THE BUILDINGS!  I WAS AMAZED, AND INTRIGUED, FOR I KNEW THAT YOU WOULD BE INTERESTED TO KNOW HOW THIS WORKED, BUT I COULDN'T SEE ANY OBVIOUS MEANS WITH WHICH THEY COULD TAKE THE COLORS, NO WIRES, NO GEARS.   ONCE ALL THE COLORS WERE GONE FROM THE BUILDINGS, THEY TURNED TO THE SKY.  AND WHEN THAT WAS DONE, THEY TOOK THE GRAY BOXES AND PUT THEM IN CRATES.  ODDLY, THE GRAY BOXES WERE NO LONGER GRAY, THEY WERE ALL THE COLORS OF THE RAINBOW.

-=fig. 190: The Colors in their crates=-
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THE COLOR HAD A SORT OF LIQUID QUALITY, I COULD SEE IT SPILLING OUT OF THE STURDY CRATES THAT THE TOP-HATTED MEN HAD BROUGHT."  "What Happened next?" asks Dr. Smith, breaking the silence.  "I DIDN'T SEE… THE GRAY HAS AN INFECTIOUS QUALITY THAT SPREADS LIKE WATER IN A PLATE.  THE TOP-HATTED MEN NEVER SAW ME, I THINK.  AND THEY MISSED THE BACK YARD AND INSIDE OF YOUR HOUSE, SIR, ENTIRELY.  BUT THE GRAY WAS SEEPING THROUGH THE WALLS, SO I CALLED A COUPLE OF FRIENDS OF MINE TO STAND IN THE KITCHEN,"  "The Robots we saw?"  "YES, WELL, YOU SAW WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM."  Dr. Smith Turned To Capt. Brown, who was standing next to him.  "James, we need to get Jeeves out of here, help me with his foot would you?"  "Ungh, what did you make him out of, Zachary?  Lead?" "Not Entirely," Dr. Smith says with a smile, "The outer coating is Titanium-Steel alloy.  The Inner Coating is an inch of lead, to prevent against radiation."  "And the black-and-white got through all that?"  "It would appear so."  Capt. Brown looks worried, and yells over his shoulder, "The I.R.S. is Coming! Scramble!"  The Rooftop Police, {Or L.C.R.P} being a motley crew of reformed Æther Pirates, smugglers, and small business owners, they respond well to this form of retreat message, forming an orderly retreat back to the hole in Reality.

-=fig. 191: An Orderly retreat=-
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The Universe, Being an orderly place at heart, doesn't stand with unsightly holes popping up all over the place.  Really.  One Would Think reality was falling apart or something.   " 'URRY HUP!" shouts one of the more grammatically challenged of the L.C.R.P, referring {Of Course} to the frightening rate at which the only mode of egress from this dismal city {The Hole In reality} was closing. "Let's Put a bit of Speed on, James!"  "Capital Idea Zachary old boy!" Grinning from ear to ear, they both speed up considerably, just making it through before the hole closed.
Still grinning, Capt. Brown claps Dr. Smith on the back, saying "Just like old times, eh?"  An officer of the L.C.R.P.  overhearing the last bit of the conversation says "This has happened Before?" Dr. Smith, seeing that Capt. Brown was about to…Embellish the story…somewhat, jumps in and says:  "Well, sort of.  Of course it wasn't reality that was closing in, it was the police of five counties.  And of course, they weren't chasing me, it was the good captain here, as I would never have gotten caught for such a–"–Here Dr. Smith Turns To Capt. Brown, scolding him– "stupid thing,"–He turns back to the hapless officer–"but yeah, pretty much the same."  "Good Times." Says Capt. Brown, nodding.  The poor officer, knowing better than to ask what the 'stupid thing' actually was, wandered back to the majority of the crew, who were busy making a fire. Suddenly the R.L.B.S started to flicker, and fade. "What's Going On?" Shouts one of the L.C.R.P., running around with his hands in the air, the picture of a scared person. The rest of the crew, too sensible to be scared, calmly {But quickly} form a ring around Dr. Smith And Capt. Brown, bristling with weapons. Dr. Smith, laughing nervously, says; "Well done old Chaps, but I'm afraid that won't do you any good, as we appear to be traveling out of the R.L.B.S.  whether we like it or not." One gray-haired. 'Old Chap' rumbles out a reply in a deep baritone, "Not all of us are 'Old', Doctor, but I get the point."
 The Rather Large Blank Spot continues to fade as the real world shines through…

Join us Next Week for our Next Exciting Episode:
South By Southwest

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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.