Tuesday, November 17, 2009

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

This Weeks Episode:

Episode #43: Here There Be Dragoons

 Last Week As You Recall, Dr. Smith and Capt. Brown had Discovered Two Lost policemen, Lieutenant Briggs and Sergeant Capsicum, both of whom are now safely stored in the trunk of Dr. Smiths 1935 Jaguar Convertible. Which Flies. 


-=fig. 228: High-Speed Search=-
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"I Don't See anybody, Zachary,  are you sure this is the right way to go?"  Just then, a noise is heard on the other side of the wall, "Hang on James, I'm Gonna open her up!"  They Zoom around the corner at high speed. "Careful Zachary," Whispers Capt. Brown "It could be the Rather Blank-Faced Men and Von TipRău." Dr. Smith nods, and quiets the engine.  They Then park in the shade, behind a handy rock.

-=fig. 299: Sneak Attack=-
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"Hey James, is the rifle really necessary?" Asks Dr. Smith, Master Swordsman.  "We don't know what kinds of weapons they have,  Zachary, they could have Death Rays for all we know!" Dr. Smith was just about to point out the difficulty of construction, scientific improbability and Technical Effects of a death ray, when his hat jumps off his head.  A gunshot rings out. Capt. Brown Jumps Behind the rock for safety.  

Dr. Smith Collects his hat.
"The Ruffians!  They have punctured my favorite Hat! James, Load that Rifle!"
         "No need to get excited Zachary." Capt. Brown says calmly, for it is not His hat that has been punctured.  Good hat too. they don't make 'em like that anymore.
  "I'm not getting excited, James. They're shooting at us!" Capt. Brown gives this due thought, then loads his rifle and takes aim.

-=fig. 300: Taking Aim=-

But before he can fire, he notices something.
 He Yells at the distant figure:
"Patrolman William Chaucer!"

-=fig. 301: Patrolman William Chaucer, Dead Man Walking=-
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Patrolman William Chaucer,  Finally realizing his mistake, straightens his uniform, and scurries out of rifle range.

"Confound it! He went out of range! Zachary, start the car!"
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"You aren't going to actually shoot him…are you, James?" Asks Dr. Smith worriedly. Capt. Brown sighs. "Well, I would like too. He did shoot at me. But no, we don't have enough Rooftop Policemen as it is, let alone enough for me to shoot each one that shoots at me." By now the Jaguar had reached the top of the cliff.   So Dr. Smith gives Capt. Brown one more parting piece of advice: "Remember James, Don't Shoot Him. Or else I'm leaving you up here on this cliff all by yourself. Got it?"  "Got it."

-=fig. 302: I Have Been Instructed Not To Shoot You=-
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"Cap'n Brown Sah!" Patrolman William Chaucer salutes.
 "Patrolman William Chaucer," Capt. Brown Begins; "I Have Been Instructed not to shoot you, consider yourself lucky." Capt. Brown Makes every syllable ring with authority and barely subdued malice; "Patrolman William Chaucer, you are charged with Assaulting a Senior Officer with a deadly weapon, how–" Dr. Smith Whispers something in Capt. Browns ear, "–What? Oh, Patrolman William Chaucer, you are Charged with assaulting a senior officer with a deadly weapon, and ruining a perfectly good, Heirloom Fedora.  How do you Plead?" Patrolman William Chaucer mumbles something, "I Can't hear you Patrolman!" "I Plead Guilty Sah!"  This answer was not what Capt. Brown expected, but he rallies "Capital! right, your punishment is to be sh–"  A stern look from Dr. Smith Silences this line of thought, so Capt. Brown Tries again "–I Mean, to guide us to Brigadier Black and the rest, on foot. While The Doctor and I Fly in his car." Patrolman William Chaucer lets out silent sigh of relief.  He leads them over several miles to the top secret hideout of the Commanding Police Officers:

-=fig. 303: Turtle Island=-
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Turtle Island

-=fig. 304: Introductions=-
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"Good To Finally meet the Famous Doctorr Zacharry Smith!" Brigadier Black shakes Dr. Smith's hand warmly, "I've Hearrd so much about ya! First Lieutenant Brigadier Black, at yer service Doctor." Then He salutes. " Discoverred any interestin' Dimensions Lately Doctorr? Har Har Har!"
It Is believed by many that you can tell a mans character by his laugh, that is Certainly True of  First Lieutenant Brigadier Black, formerly a lumberjack,  formerly a Pirate, formerly a lawyer.   Brigadier Black is the sort of man you want at your back in a fight, Preferably facing toward the enemy with some sort of heavy artillery. The sort of man, in fact, that you want as your First Lieutenant.  First Lieutenant Brigadier Black {Brigadier Black to his friends} is commanding officer of the L.C.R.P.  Second only to Capt. Brown himself. It's his charge to lead the L.C.R.P. when Capt. Brown is
a. Incapacitated
b. Not available or
c.  Missing for some reason or another.
You Can tell he's in charge Because of his epaulets, mark of a leader, that.  
"So where is everybody hiding, Brigadier Black?" Asks Capt. Brown, looking around.  "Har Har… The L.C.aRr.P. Arr Hidin' about in the suroundin' countryside, waitin' fer me orrders. Sirr."   "Well, then Call for a meeting somewhere that isn't this tiny island. Somewhere dry."  "Aye Aye Sirr, Rright Away Sirr."
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-=fig. 305: Community Forum=-
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"All RRIGHT EVRYONE, CAPT. BROWN'S BACK, AND THIS IS 'IS FRRIEND DOCTOR SMITH–" At this three heads in the back pop up. "–SO PLAY NICELY 'ES NO' A POLICEMEN. CAP'N BROWN YOU–" Capt. Brown cuts  Brigadier Black of "That's enough, I think they know me Brigadier Black." The three heads in the back make their way through the crowd, one quite a bit taller than the other two. The Tall one wears a top hat and moves through the crowd with a certain…Inevitability.  A Bit like a wall.  A lot like a wall, actually.
-=fig. 306: With Cameo Appearances By:=-
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"Charles! George! Mr. Earl!" Zachary shouts."ARR!" Shouts Brigadier Black "So you be knowin Cookie then Doctarr Smith?" Mr. Earl Starts yelling, obviously angered by this blatant slander on his profession "I've told you people a thousand times, My Name is 'David'! Or 'Dave' Or 'Mr. Earl', or 'Sir' even! Never 'Cookie'! Never 'Cookie'!" Dr. Smith just smiles. "Yes I have met Cookie, Brigadier Black, in fact, He used to be a student of mine. Cookie. Hah. Hee." There was some suppressed laughter from the general direction of Dr. Smith.
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The Rooftop Policemen separate into Three groups, and the leaders step forward, and sit around the Fire.
-=fig. 306: Town Hall=-
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Despite the heat, everyone warms their hands around the fire, as per Tradition. Tradition is very important in these sorts of things.  "The meetin' be comin' to orrder naow, The Arrnible Cap'n Brown presidin'. Orrder In the Court!" Capt. Brown Points to the man in the white epaulets and the black Goggles. "Second lieutenant Alfred Johnston, Report."  Second lieutenant Alfred Johnston delivers a concise, direct, but needlessly militaristic report which sums up to this: Everyone is present and accounted for. Everyone but not everything. "What does that mean?" Asks Capt. Brown, suspiciously. "The Robot is missing, sir." Capt. Brown has to put a warning hand on Dr. Smith's shoulder, to prevent a murder. "I have personal experience with The Robot, Whose name happens to be Jeeves. I Personally wouldn't classify him as a Thing, no more than you would classify, say, a Pet, as a Thing.  Officer George–" Dr. Smith Interrupts "Officer George? How long has this been going on?"  ".-- . .-.. .-.. / -.. .-. / ... -- .. - .... --..-- / .. - / ... - .- .-. - . -.. / .-.. .. -.- . / - .... .. ... –" Wait, I forgot to mention that George speaks in Morse code. Here, I'll Translate, "Well Dr. Smith, it started like this–" Dr. Smith Interrupts "Hold on George, Capt. Brown doesn't speak Morse… Or do you?" Capt. Brown Looks around, avoiding eye contact. "Maybe. Sorry Zachary, It Was necessary. Let George continue"  "Is It Time for me to say my piece? Dr. Smith? Captain? Right. Well it all started back in 1983, When I moved to The Big City, If it weren't for The Captain, I Would have been killed.  Legopolis was a different city in 1983, lots of discrimination, especially against MorseCodecs*, The Captain took me under his wing, taught me English, gave me my job as a translator. Apparently there is a big market for translators in the O.S.O.† Who Knew?" "Why was this so Important to keep a secret…James?"  "The Less the different branches know about one another, the better.  I had suspected that something like this might happen, what with you venturing into The Great Beyond‡, and everything."  "So How long have you been 'Officer George' then?" Asks Dr. Smith. Annoyed that things have been kept from him. "A month Before you came to see me in my tent.˚ Before all this trans-dimensional adventure. I'm Sorry I Kept it from you Dr. Smith, but it Didn't seem relevant at the time." "Do you Really have family in Legopolis George?" "No, That was code Between The Captain and Myself for 'Mobilize the troops, head for the bunkers' Apparently the LCRP never made it to the bunkers!"  They were sucked up by Dr. Smith when he Purposed an evil invention, see Episode #38: Act Three. Enter Villain.  Exit Hero.  And as for George?  He mobilized as many civilian troops as he could, Which turned out to be Charles and Mr. David "Not Cookie" Earl.  Well, now that everyone has been brought up to speed, lets get down to the real business, shall we? 
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-=My, That Was Quick=-
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The "Real Business" Didn't take too long, and mainly consisted of status reports, and Role Calls.  Once the camp breaks up, Charles {O'Gre} Volunteers to carry whatever won't fit in the trunk of Dr. Smith's car.

If I May, I will take a moment here to acknowledge the loss of a great actor, Capt. Brown. By "Loss" I  mean Theft. Due to that I am postponing further Weekly Adventures indefinitely.  Not permanently, just indefinitely.  Let's call it the end of a series. So Check back regularly, or subscribe to our RSS feed for further updates.

End Of Series*1

* Georges Race. They Speak Morse code.
† Over Seas Office {of the Legopolis City Rooftop Police} they also handle the Over Land work.
‡ Everywhere that Isn't Legopolis proper.
º Episode #25 One Lump, Or Two?
*Season, to the Americans in the audience.

Next Episode!

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•

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.



Tuesday, November 10, 2009

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



This Weeks Episode:
Episode #42:Terra Incognita
Last Week as you recall Dr. Zachary Smith, Capt. Brown, and the Jaguar had Driven into yet another hole in space and time, unfortunately this one Refused to admit our cameras, so For now, I am instigating Plan B.3 {B for Backup, you see.} One day I figured that at some point I would Lose every single Spyder-Cam I have following Dr. Smith, so, I–and without Dr. Smiths Knowledge– installed a minuscule camera dead center In Dr. Smiths glasses.  We cut to that camera…Now.

-=fig. 209:Do Not Panic Immediately We are redirecting your call to India=-
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Oops, wait,
-=fig. 210: The View From Dr. Smiths Glasses=-
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Aha!  This is the first actual field test of the Glasses-Cam, so it's good to know it actually Works! Sort of.  Not that great quality, but at least it's something.  Dr. Smith turns his head;
-=fig. 211: Capt. Brown=-
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"When are we going to get there, Zachary?"  asks Capt. Brown.  "I couldn't say for sure James, this is a first for me.  But the reality meter says we're close!" What You can't hear is the ferocious wind that is whipping through– "Kind of a subtle breeze going through here, it's nice, keeps the heat off."  Of course, that could just be static coming through the tiny speaker on the glasses cam.  Dr. Smith lands the Jaguar, disembarks, and looks back at Capt. Brown.

-=fig. 212: You alright back there?=-
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"Are you alright Back there James?"  "Fine *grunt* thank you, why don't the doors open?" "You know James, I Honestly don'– "*KAZAP* Dr. Smith's head snaps around, "What the Heck was that!?"
-=fig. 213: !? My, how I despise multiple exclamation marks, It's the sign of a diseased mind you know=-
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A Hole Opens in the sky and two dark shapes drop from it. "Did you see that! Aliens!"  But Dr. Smith isn't so sure.  "They looked more like those camera-bots that keep following me around.  I thought we lost them in that last hole in timespace."  And Indeed Dr. Smith is right, for I have commissioned two more Spyder-Cams, and they made it just in time.

…zkzk–Pfffft.–kzkz…

Darn it, that was the Glasses-cam Failing.  We need to switch to the new spyder cams right now!
I Don't care If they aren't done loading their software yet, we need them now!

NOW!

Thank you.

 -=fig. 214: Loading software update 438204.a3=-
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Well, that's what I Get for rushing art.

When the camera is done loading we rejoin Dr. Smith and Capt. Brown as they come across a campsite…

-=fig. 215: Wake up Man!=-
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An obviously harried and tired Man slumbers fitfully as Capt. Brown walks up to him.
"SLEEPING ON THE JOB?" The Man Awakes sharply, "SIR NO SIR!" He barks. His Mind seems to catch up with his body, and he realizes what is happening.  "CAPT. BROWN SIR!  WE THOUGHT WE HAD LOST YOU SIR!"  "At ease…?" "SERGEANT CAPSICUM SIR!"  "Well then at ease Sgt. Capsicum, We?"

-=fig. 216: Yes yes, At ease Soldier=-
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"SIR!"  "At ease, what's your name Soldier?"  "Lieutenant Briggs Sir. Thank goodness you are here Sir." Capt. Brown and Dr. Smith share a glance. "Why?" asks Capt. Brown. Lt. Briggs Launches into His Story: "It Was my job to guard the camp from all intruders–" "Wait, what Camp? Start A bit earlier Lieutenant." Lt. Briggs scratches his head, "How far back would you like Sir?"  "The Explosion." "Most of us were in a group, and you and Dr…You, Sir were off to one side, the Robot was in the middle. So when everything exploded, The majority of the R.L.C.R.P. East Brigade were transported here, to this Hard area.

-=fig. 217:The East Brigade=-
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"Brigadier Black Had us Calculate the area, and it came out to be bigger than the entirety of Legopolis.  Sgt. Capsicum and I were stationed on the highest plateau the East Brigade could reach,
 
-=fig. 218: East Ridge=-
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"East Ridge.  Even from our high perch we could smell Cookie's Famous Leftover Soup. Our Mission?  To keep watch for any nefarious villains that might decide to attack and to Notify Brigadier Black immediately should any villains suddenly arise.

-=fig. 219: They Came from Behind=-
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"We Failed. I have no idea where they came from, they seemed to come from–" "Nowhere in particular?" Lt. Briggs continues: "That's right Doctor. From our Perch The Sgt. And I could see exactly what happened.

-=fig. 220: The Dark Army=-
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"The Dark Army Marched in perfect syncopation, as if they're robots, or something.  They also carried some sort of giant black weapon.


-=fig. 221: They Didn't Stand a Chance=-
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"The East Brigade Didn't stand a chance.  The Dark Army Wouldn't stop coming, they were shot, and wouldn't stop coming.  They Activated the Dark weapon and there was this…Dark explosion.  If you'd believe it,
-=fig. 222: A Dark Explosion=-
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"I think some got away, but not many.  When the darkness cleared, the Sgt. and I finally got down to the ground, too late I am sad to report.

-=fig. 223: Too Late=-
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"I Don't know what happened, really. One minute the camp is full of bustling, mostly confused, Policemen, the next, gone."  Dr. Smith nods. It all fits.  "So what do we do with these Fine examples of military precision?  They won't fit in the car–" An Idea strikes Dr. Smith, {squarely in the ear} so he interrupts; "Wait a minute, Maybe they will, wait, Wait right here, I'll bring the car around."

As the figure of Dr. Smith recedes into the distance, Sgt. Capsicum wanders around from in front of the camp "MAY I ASK A QUESTION SIR!" Capt. Brown just shakes his head and chuckles. "At Ease, what's your question?"  "Is the Doctor Leaving us here to die? SIR!"  "Relax yourself man, I know Dr. Smith, He wouldn't just leave us here.  Probably."
-=fig. 224: Probably=-
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Indeed Dr. Smith is not abandoning the poor chaps to die, But how will he fit four people in a car made for two?  Dr. Smith parks the car carefully, so as to not squash any errant policemen.

-=fig. 225: Just Chuck Everything In=-
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"Are you Sure this will work…Doctor? It doesn't look all that spacious in there…?"  "I'm very sure Lt. Briggs." Capt. Brown smiles, enjoying some private joke. "How are you going to fit all that In, Zachary?" He asks. "Remember I explained how I modified my suitcase to be a hole into the R.L.B.S.?"  Realization dawns "So you did that–" "No. I actually just found the hole in the trunk already there, so I stabilized it, and prevented it from spreading to other dimensions.  With simple preventative measures like this this whole mess could have been avoided.  Now I know Not everyone has a degree in particle physics, but its pretty simple just shore up an existing hole if you have a basic understanding of the concept."  Every else just rolls their eyes, but only when Dr. Smith can't see them.  "But where does it go?" Asks Lt. Briggs. "You know, I was never quite sure, I think it's the dungeon of some castle or other, but I went down there long ago with a bucket of pant and a shovel. It's a quite nice Spare bedroom now." "I just hope nothing can get through…Doctor." Dr. Smith just wave hi hand as if in contempt of the very idea.  "Not even I could get through that door, and believe me, I tried."
-=fig. 226: Careful Now, That First Step is a Doozy=-
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Thus Consoled, first Lieutenant Briggs and then Sergeant Capsicum crawled–Carefully–into the trunk. "Now Don't worry you guys, when I close this lid, you won't be locked in, to get out just pull the green lever here." Dr. Smith points, "You alright in there?" They are. Once the two rescued Policemen are safely tucked away, Dr. Smith and Capt. Brown Hop into the Jaguar, and fly away.
-=fig. 227: Fade out=-
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They fly around the area, checking for the lost policemen.

No one is found.

They Move on.

Join us next week for our next exciting episode:

Episode #43: Here There Be Dragoons


-=Best Regards=-
•

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.





Monday, November 09, 2009

Happy ThanksGiving!


Well, It's A bit early, but the christmas movies are already out, so why not a Thanksgiving Theme? Well, Not really a Theme, more a new header. And Of Course Some Sidebar art.

Happy {early} Thanksgiving!


-=Best Regards=-
•

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.





Friday, November 06, 2009

Updated Tragedy



The Actual Car {In "Real Life"} Was broken into. I Carry Dr. Smith and a couple of other Lego® things around in a bag in the car, just in case inspiration strikes.





I'm Looking into purchasing new parts from Bricklink. {that Includes a New Dr. Smith} Technically new, but physically the same.  But I only have Weekly adventures scheduled up to the 10th {With another weekly adventure in the works for the 17th}

I am very sad.

I hope the police catch the ________!


-=Best Regards=-
•

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.





Tragedy

The car was broken into.

Dr. Smith, Capt. Brown and my jaguar are gone.


May god damn these To hell for all eternity.





-=Best Regards=-
•




#STOP Telegram ended. Posted from my iPhone.

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.


Thursday, November 05, 2009

Dr. Smith's Halloween Costume. Fixed.


This Time Without Rights Issues!




Warehouse picture from Here Released Under This License 

Take that Ensky.Com!

-=Best Regards=-
•

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.





Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Coffee=Chilies







Just because it comes in a smaller package,
Doesn't mean you're safe.

-=Best Regards=-
•




#STOP Telegram ended. Posted from my iPhone.

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.


Tuesday, November 03, 2009

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



-=Best Regards=-
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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.


Monday, November 02, 2009

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.

-=Best Regards=-
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Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.





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