Chapter Sixteen: Meet Mega Mecha Mot!
Velveteen and The Safety Snaps had just finished banging out the closing chords of American musician Maggie Rogers’ alternative/indie song “Light On,” and were about to launch into the pop song “New Ideas” by CitySound, when it happened.
What exactly “it” was, depended on your point of view. From the point of view of “objective reality” (Whatever that is! - AP), what happened was:
Alpha Prime’s Five Confederates Of Evil, as instructed, launched The Invasion. The Legions Of Flying Robots were dispatched to The Bungalows on the western edge of Velandia, to clear a beachhead for the Expeditionary Forces.
“I'm sorry, Principessa.” Lotar, King Of The Insect World tried to explain to Alpha Prime, as he disinfected his spikes (and her feet) with ProNails Foot A’Septic Spray and let it dry in the air (evaporate).
“It seems, that there is some sort of, well, rodent infestation on the, er, on the beach, which, unfortunately, was simply not there last time we scanned the area.” He went on, removing all nail polish with ProNails Non Acetone Polish Remover and a cosmetic pad.
Alpha Prime was barely listening. She was now completely preoccupied with the latest post from the American women's fashion magazine Harper's Bazaar.
“Look, Lote, it says right here!” She cried, waving her phone in his triangular face. “The 15 Best Spring 2019 Nail Colors!”
“Yes, Principessa, I see,” he stammered, mixing three pumps of ProNails Foot Soak with two to three litres of lukewarm water in the ProNails Pedicure Bowl. “However, if I could just draw your attention to -- “
“Oh honestly, Lote! You deal with it!” She interrupted him without meaning to, as she lowered her feet into the bowl.
For the next five to seven minutes, while he used luxurious, luxurious ProNails Sensation Scrub on her feet, and then rinsed them with water, he ordered The Legions Of Flying Robots to clear the landing area of all native fauna within a fifty mile radius, using MotBGone, a product designed specifically for exterminating unwanted marmot infestations (which, his Robot scouts informed him, seemed to be the primary species currently clogging up his Landing Area).
“Ditch the nude Manicure—it's time for some loud pops of color! By Audrey Noble, Jan 18, 2019!” Her dark complexion could wear rich, deep shades. Burgundy, vibrant purples, and plums looked great. ”What do you think about that, Lote?”
He took one foot out of the bath, gently supporting her heel in a comfortable way. “Let me see.”
She held her phone up to his eyes as he dried her foot with a clean towel.
“Marmot problems? MotBGone takes care of marmot infestations safely -- and humanely!” The label on the can of MotBGone read.
This was a bit of misnomer. Technically, MotBGone was not so much “safe” and “humane” as it was “a thermobaric weapon.”
TO BE CONTINUED!
Dreamstory, Chapter Three: Unitarian Church
UNITARIAN CHURCH
Barnstable Patriot, May 23, 1968
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Speaker for the 11 a.m. service of the Unitarian Church May 26 will be Louis Jacobucci, executive director of MSPCC, who has been chairman of the social concerns committee of the church and is chairman of the prudential committee. Among other activities are membership in Hyannis Rotary; he is also vice president of Cape Cod Community Council and chairman of Community Action Committee of Cape Cod.
"So, look. Miss Andrews."
"Yes."
"You understand this is a very serious charge to bring against anyone."
"Yes."
"Let alone your own brother."
"Yes."
"It never happened."
"Well, actually, it kind of totally did."
"You are deluded."
"Well, that may be, but I would submit that my mental health history is a result of having stuff like that done to me in the first place."
"You lie."
"I don't, actually. In fact, this is the first...
Dreamstory, Chapter One: What Happens At The End
By Velveteen Andrews
"What?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"I'm not going through this again."
"What do you mean?"
"All this -- denial. I'm done. I'm just going to say exactly what happened as I remember it."
"It never happened!"
"The reason I know it happened is that I renember it. I was eight years old. My brother was twelve years old. I was able to recover the date because I remember at some point in the week preceding the event, our father for some reason had told us, I'm going to be speaking at the Unitarian Church this Sunday at 11:00. It did not seem weird to me at the time, because he was always out of the house anyway. Plus all he used to when he was home was harangue me, so good."
"You lie."
"In fact, I remember thinking, it made sense that he would get something going on Sundays, because that was the only time he was ever even around anymore. Weekdays he was working, of course, and weeknights he was always at one of his many, many important community ...
