Honeymooners in
Space
Universe 12,
Planet 35
35th Chapter of
the Stellar Bus
Ralph Kramden’s radium powered,
atomic particled Omnibus had entered specific rotating neutrons and other named
remnants. Those remnants, in order, or
at least by orders, are to pick up several, or is that sever all, scheduled,
and deluged passengers, or is that passing gas, from the official Vela Pleiades
clusters. Those owners of the Abu DooYou
Oil Company, Eatasalats, and other, or otter Shameful Lawless paid Ralph’s
managerial company to tell Ralph he has
workers, partial cals, and other owned impressed as living concoctions which,
or wicked, need to be moved from one location to the next.
His stellar bus started picking
up from various and vague luminous places in spaces. These included the Hawking Radiate Ion, along
with the Schwarzschild Randomus, and several
Collapsed Emits from specifically named Hadron Particles. Ralph was told to deliver these so called
people to named and claimed Primary Cosmic Ray Hadrosaurus, the
Landau–Pomeranchuk–Migdal, and an engulfing of PeVatrons.
He was ordered to pick up not the
Lost In Space, but a Lots In Space. And
he sure was told that there were a Lots of them In Space. Or maybe, instead of ‘told’ it was, ‘You are
too old. And you are almost a disgrace.’
He interpreted that in his usual way, and with not
understanding he has now gone to those
planets he thinks that are owned by some Rich Men In Space, in order, and by
those orders, to pick up their workers, crews, and more than a few things that various
Rich Men want to keep Sending To Space.
At the assigned pick up areas,
Ralph landed his wonderful, or is that wondered at, bus and broadcast to each
entering group, “Good boarding, and I hope not boring, unless you are a snake
and then, by nature, you must be boring into the ground. And for those of you with stinking or is that thinking heads, mine is
not thin but it is a king, good tomorrow
morning. I’d like you to believe that we
are making certain you are safe and comfortable and you are going to get to
where you were ordered to go. To be
committed, your comments are my
commits. But it is feared that any scapular particles go where there doesn’t appear to be
any bondage among you. This altitude of anatomy had reached a final edge of vinyl fringe
participations. Ed here does enjoy that refringerator. We hope your altitude will also reach the eleventh strap to a terrace
somewhere. We want you to claim ‘That resists
nowhere!’ Anyway, departure should be
sometime soon, once time is converted.
“Please enter using our walking
steps. A surveyor belt will soon be
available for those whose wish for insulation.
Thank man’s claims.
“Since we now got that all
straightened out, you may call me Ralph.
I am your independent driver of this group of Omnibus Diverter operators
working for the United Field Hyperbolics fleet of mass transportational devices. That liar you may have heard me talking about
is Ed Norton, whom many of you have never met, along with his wife Trixie, and
my wife, Alice. And yes, I had met
Alice, and that is ‘Alice’ and not ‘Some
Mice’, however, at times, I feel she gives me a munch of flies.
“Welcome.”
When each individual group
reached the ship’s users’ aisle, Ralph, who had them loaded, along with his
guns, he kept telling them to keep going in.
Ralph finally dropped his microphone and conversed with his resting and
waiting co-workers:
Ed Norton, who was reading from a
comic, not cosmic, star ship map, as he held onto Ralph’s compass, “I do not
possess a dwarf galaxy in bellarix, a inmarsat, or a string of starlit
obscuras.”
Ralph
smiled and said, “ I'm glad to alkaid... a sting of starlit obscuras? Where do
you algol that?”
Ed
Norton frowned pointedly, “ Right
there... a hexagram of obscuras!”
To
which Ralph responded, “That's a mintaka of starquake subplanets!”
Then
one of the clouds of Auroras boarding Ralph’s Bus poked Ed in the back and
said:
“We’re old and fat
Well, how about that
Cayce, don’t you panic
Out of the sky
Into the flight
When we solar storm all right
We’ll need a radioactive mechanic.”
Ed Norton then smiled and said,
“Sure as shootin. Everybody’s put in. I
am your Celestial Mechanic.”
As they faded away Alice said to
Ed, “So.”
To which, but he acted like it
was ‘to a Witch,’ Norton asked back, “Sew?”
That caused Trixie to ask, “Are
you going to Sue?”
And the jaws of Ralph shouted,
“Sidereal!”
That caused them to shut up. Afterwards Ralph and Ed sat in their bus’s workers’
seats. At that time, Alice and Trixie
went to Trixie’s kitchen in order to relax from Ralph’s friendly reactions.
Back in the passenger area, in
one row of seats, sat the Recount Nation.
In back of them was the Recur Nature. A seat seat here and a seat seat
there, here it sat, there it sat a member of the Recongregation. In some cases, it was a membrane, not a
member. One aisle got filled with Read Conversation. Over here and over there you could hear the
Recongratulations. And, off course and
of course, many were Recon You Late Son.
Or were they Suns? That’s because
the bus transporters were not that bright.
One of the passengers beeped
Ed. When he came to find out what was
the matter, whether it was matter or gas or some substance that has mass and
takes up space, the passenger asked, “Are you Star Light?”
Ed said, “All Space. Coronal Star Light.”
The Cosmic Dust passenger glowed
at him and replied, “Poor little Procyon.
We all know you ain’t good for nothin.”
Upon leaving, because he did the
launch, Ralph decided to go eat lunch.
Sitting down and staring at his platter, he asked Alice, “Do you want my
alpha centauri to emulex out?”
Alice then frowned, shook her
head, and said, “Your magellanic cloud couldn't in any way osiris
out!”
As the bus flew on its route, Trixie
and Ed laughed and sung:
Solar
Ray
Night or Day
They Say They’re A Star
Ship Cruiser
In The Way
No Matter What May
We Know They’re A Bunch
Of Losers
Today When They Pay Here
It Will Slay With A Laser
And They Claim They Are All Snoozers
But In Reality
They Should Say Boozers.
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