Red lights started flashing.
.
"That's the blinkers," Nicky laughed.
.
"I know that."
Nick was getting frustrated.
.
'Blinkers?'
'On a spaceship?'
.
Nick kept pushing buttons.
.
Doors opened.
Doors closed.
Engine started.
Engine stopped.
Windshield wipers.
Really?
Headlights.
Stereo again.
Brittany?
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Nick threw the remote on the ground and started jumping on it.
"Stupid Ikea junk."
.
The Volkswagen spaceship started again.
It slowly rose up above the treetops.
It moved to the left, over the lake.
The engine stopped.
The spaceship dropped.
Hickory Dickory Dock.
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"Well, there goes the warranty," Nicky snipped.
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Harold stopped stomping and started laughing.
.
There was one last gurgle and the Volkswagen spaceship disappeared under the still waters of Pristine Lake.
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Nick let out a long sigh.
"We will probably get shit for that when the next spaceship arrives from Zonk."
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"When will that be?" I was afraid to ask.
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Nicky laughed.
"Last estimate was 2046. They missed the gravitational slingshot and ended up somewhere around Saturn, I think."
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I shook my head.
Stupid aliens.
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"I heard that," Nicky said, snickering.
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'You read minds?'
"You read minds?"
.
"Do you always repeat yourself?"
She was smiling.
She had a nice smile.
.
Head slap.
"I am still here, Krall."
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"I know honey."
I turned to Nicky.
"Shut up," I said, gently.
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Home Sweet Home
HumorKrall Jones cannot believe his luck when Warren Whitesnake sells him Curtainbach Manor for just $20,000. The big old house had a few creaks and moans, but Krall loved it. It also had a few ghosts, a talking crow, a talking rat , dead Indian tribe, a...
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