John rushed over to where Arnie sat,picking at a bad case of gravel rash,as the Sci Fi toon zoomed off in his Starfighter.
"Quickly" screamed John,"Get hold of the Zogonians" Arnie forgot the gravel rash,and flipped out his interstellar space phone,and hit speed dial for Zog. Within minutes they were enveloped in a blinding white light,and were transported aboard a Zogonian Battle Cruiser in two seconds flat.
Awaiting them was Fart,the Zogonian commander,a very short guy for such a high position,thought John. "Hi little Fart" said Arnie in perfect Zogonian "How's it hanging?" Fart just made a kind of,well,farting noise,which John assumed was a Zogonian form of greeting.
Arnie quickly told Fart of their predicament,after which Fart shouted an order over the ship's communication system.Almost very quickly,another little guy appeared,to whom Fart gave an order."Who's that?" whispered John to Arnie."That's ****,the weapons officer" Arnie replied.
Little **** turned to his control panel,and hit a big red button,and the ship began to vibrate slightly.About two minutes later,the doors of the shuttle bay opened,and there,caught in the Zogonian ship's tractor beam,was the Sci Fi toon's little Star Wars era Starfighter!
As soon as the bay doors closed,the Starfighter's door opened,and there stood the toon looking a little sheepish,with a cookie in his outstretched hand."Okay"he said with his bottom lip quivering,"You got me beat"
John strode over to the toon and took the cookie."Any more in there? barked John."Em,only about another 350 packs" the toon sobbed.
John walked back to Arnie,Fart,and ****,and after telling Arnie the news,Arnie translated it to little Fart,and little ****.Fart immediately turned to the intercom and made an announcement to the ship's crew,which sounded to John like someone having a terminal case of flatulence! Arnie translated it for John,apparently they were going to have a cookie eating contest in the shuttle bay!
our cookie
PS The toon wasn't invited!
