What if I get there and they say no?”
“Nope! They can’t do that.”
“But let’s say they do, what then?”
“Then, I’ll file another petition alleging violation of the order. We’ll kick their asses in.”
Nick smiled.
“Stop by the front desk before you leave and my secretary will give you the proper papers, okay, Nick?”
“This sounds too good to be true.”
“Nah! Just leave the mumbo jumbo legal stuff to me. Enjoy your visit.”
Sunday
Jaime met Nick outside at 9:00 A.M.
“What’s in the bag?”
“Curby’s blue dump truck and baseball glove.”
“Aw…you’re so thoughtful.”
“This is the address. I mapped it out. I have a pretty good idea where it is.”
“No GPS?”
“I’ve been meaning to get one.”
Jaime smirked, wrapped her arm around his and snapped, “Come on, Mr. Magellan. Let’s go find him!”
The two story brick sat among others of like design, every one of them identical.
Curby sat on the front lawn, a young girl of eight at his side with a coloring book opened and the page half finished. In deep concentration, the boy did his best to keep the point of a brown crayon inside the lines.
Outside the plastic picket fence, Nick stood with Jaime and waited quietly until Curby finally noticed them.
“Daddy,” he yelled. He ran to the fence to Nick’s waiting arms.
“I missed you so much, little buddy.”
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” The boy couldn’t hug him enough.
“I want to go home, Daddy.”
“I wish I could take you, Curby. Did you say hello to Jaime?”
His son waved his fingers. “Hi, Jaime.”
Jaime kissed him, and then again, followed by a big hug.
“Don’t leave me with that lady, Daddy?”
“Let’s go inside and let them know we’re here to take you out.”
Nick opened the gate and was met at the screen door by Annette Dubois; the lack of a greeting smile, tellingly apparent.
“Hello,” Nick said, Curby snuggled in his arms.
“Yes, I know who you are. You’ll have to make your visit out there.”
He handed her the paperwork. “That’s my name on the bottom.”
She snatched it. “I know the procedures. You got two hours.”
Making the best of the visit, Nick and Jaime took Curby to the park. After a timely walk they found the playground.
“Push me on the swing,” Curby said.
“How high do you want to go, Bridge Commander?”
Captain Curby shouted the order. “To infinity and beyond!”
“Yes, sir!”
The boy laughed and giggled the higher he went. After a while, Nick slowed him down and tickled him in the sides. “I think its Jaime’s turn.”
“No, no…that’s okay,” she said, backing away.
Curby would have none of it. He grabbed her by the wrist.
“We’re on a mission, right Daddy? I mean pilot, Daddy.”
“Aye, aye sir.” Nick saluted him and quickly spun around, grabbing Jaime by the waist.
“Eeeee!” She screamed.
It was no use. The overwhelming forces had the edge. She finally gave in, sat on the swing and held on for dear life.
Nick pushed her hard. Before long she was flying high and gasping with her pony tail blowing behind her. Her glasses flew off and landed in the soft sand.
“I haven’t done this in years. This is crazy.”
Nick shouted, “Captain! I think the alien has had enough. Should I bring her down?”
“Okay, Daddy!”
“I think she’s ready to tell us what she knows.”
“Put her in the dungeon.”
“Aye, aye, Captain!”
Slowed to a stop, Jaime jumped off only to be handcuffed (using an Invisible star command restraint of course) and led to the fence line.
Curby jabbed his Type 2 Phaser 2306 weapon--otherwise known as a forefinger--into her gut and demanded, “Where’s your spaceship?”
Giggling, Jaime said, “Inside a cave way underneath the ground. You’ll never find it.”
He picked up her black rimmed glasses and put them on.
Nick chimed in. “Tell us where it is or we’ll cut off your tentacles.”
“My testicles? I don’t have any of
“Nope! They can’t do that.”
“But let’s say they do, what then?”
“Then, I’ll file another petition alleging violation of the order. We’ll kick their asses in.”
Nick smiled.
“Stop by the front desk before you leave and my secretary will give you the proper papers, okay, Nick?”
“This sounds too good to be true.”
“Nah! Just leave the mumbo jumbo legal stuff to me. Enjoy your visit.”
Sunday
Jaime met Nick outside at 9:00 A.M.
“What’s in the bag?”
“Curby’s blue dump truck and baseball glove.”
“Aw…you’re so thoughtful.”
“This is the address. I mapped it out. I have a pretty good idea where it is.”
“No GPS?”
“I’ve been meaning to get one.”
Jaime smirked, wrapped her arm around his and snapped, “Come on, Mr. Magellan. Let’s go find him!”
The two story brick sat among others of like design, every one of them identical.
Curby sat on the front lawn, a young girl of eight at his side with a coloring book opened and the page half finished. In deep concentration, the boy did his best to keep the point of a brown crayon inside the lines.
Outside the plastic picket fence, Nick stood with Jaime and waited quietly until Curby finally noticed them.
“Daddy,” he yelled. He ran to the fence to Nick’s waiting arms.
“I missed you so much, little buddy.”
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” The boy couldn’t hug him enough.
“I want to go home, Daddy.”
“I wish I could take you, Curby. Did you say hello to Jaime?”
His son waved his fingers. “Hi, Jaime.”
Jaime kissed him, and then again, followed by a big hug.
“Don’t leave me with that lady, Daddy?”
“Let’s go inside and let them know we’re here to take you out.”
Nick opened the gate and was met at the screen door by Annette Dubois; the lack of a greeting smile, tellingly apparent.
“Hello,” Nick said, Curby snuggled in his arms.
“Yes, I know who you are. You’ll have to make your visit out there.”
He handed her the paperwork. “That’s my name on the bottom.”
She snatched it. “I know the procedures. You got two hours.”
Making the best of the visit, Nick and Jaime took Curby to the park. After a timely walk they found the playground.
“Push me on the swing,” Curby said.
“How high do you want to go, Bridge Commander?”
Captain Curby shouted the order. “To infinity and beyond!”
“Yes, sir!”
The boy laughed and giggled the higher he went. After a while, Nick slowed him down and tickled him in the sides. “I think its Jaime’s turn.”
“No, no…that’s okay,” she said, backing away.
Curby would have none of it. He grabbed her by the wrist.
“We’re on a mission, right Daddy? I mean pilot, Daddy.”
“Aye, aye sir.” Nick saluted him and quickly spun around, grabbing Jaime by the waist.
“Eeeee!” She screamed.
It was no use. The overwhelming forces had the edge. She finally gave in, sat on the swing and held on for dear life.
Nick pushed her hard. Before long she was flying high and gasping with her pony tail blowing behind her. Her glasses flew off and landed in the soft sand.
“I haven’t done this in years. This is crazy.”
Nick shouted, “Captain! I think the alien has had enough. Should I bring her down?”
“Okay, Daddy!”
“I think she’s ready to tell us what she knows.”
“Put her in the dungeon.”
“Aye, aye, Captain!”
Slowed to a stop, Jaime jumped off only to be handcuffed (using an Invisible star command restraint of course) and led to the fence line.
Curby jabbed his Type 2 Phaser 2306 weapon--otherwise known as a forefinger--into her gut and demanded, “Where’s your spaceship?”
Giggling, Jaime said, “Inside a cave way underneath the ground. You’ll never find it.”
He picked up her black rimmed glasses and put them on.
Nick chimed in. “Tell us where it is or we’ll cut off your tentacles.”
“My testicles? I don’t have any of
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