Saturday, November 15, 2025

The Fossilized Space

 

Honeymooners in Space

Universe 13, Planet 46                           

46th Chapter of the Stellar Bus

 

 

 

              “Greetings Neutroneon Neons from the certain Past that we all look up to, unless we dug down to it, in our current with our currency curing you, into the Future. I won’t dig for you but you better dig me.  And ‘dig me’ means you look up to me, emotionally, you are the ones that were into the ground, not me.  We are greeting you for our fun.  Our Agreement is fair.  I already have this Bus Run.  I already be here. And I won’t intentionally hit you with a hammer.  If you break up, you break up on your own.  I wouldn’t try to break you open; I have enough trouble trying to wake myself up.

              “I’ve seen Fern Fossils and Fish Fossils so don’t believe that You are Unknown to Me.  Slates and Rocked Coral Reefs are now suppose to ride up.  This coil rail will forklift you to your paid for seats and sleeping walled in areas along the length of this space bus.

              “The company that I claim is happy to pay me is the Omnibus Diverter, with a bunch of their operators, and they sure act like we enjoy working for them, and that is again and again, if you ask ‘When.’  They are the United Field Hyperbolics fleet of mass transportational devices.  We keep sending spending patrons and various materialized matters across various regions, solar and otherwise, where we call space, it is known to you as ‘Outer Space’  as you can be out and still.

              “I am your driver, Ralph Kramden.  I bolt you along to the moon and the stars with apparent partner here, Ed Norton, who wipes dirt down if he keeps up.  He once was called   a Meteor, or maybe I eated meated meat less.  In case, or in your chase,  you think you are served by doubles, we are joined with my wife Alice and Odd Eddie’s wife, Trixie.

              “Since you can afford, Welcome Aboard.”

              Riding up from the nucleus skin of Neptune were various stone like creatures that looked like stone ferns and stone foot prints and a Terror O Sausage or two.

              Ed looked at a travelling Trilobite and said to Alice, "Well, let me tell you, Alice, that if this, uh, legs and body part things walks and really calms Ralph down, I think that it should be presented to the Unknown Space Flight as the greatest instrument known for some piece of our time".

              Alice, to Ed on fuselage escape walk, "Growing dead arms like this reminds me of that old poem I used to love from my childhood: 'When he crept out into the stealthy night star, Little did he realize the breathable air was not there'".

              Ed then said, “One of these days... One of these days... A meteor shoots his coffin up, and we get GLOW! Right in the vacuum dust!

Hamina-hamina-hamina-hamina.

              Alice said, “It’s always Bang, zoom! That rapid expansion of space and the release of energy that eventually led to the formation of particles.”

              Norton then said to Alice, “It’s You... are in a metal space.”

              Alice replied, “You Sure Got The Ethenyl!”

              One of the major paying Fossil Like Beings,  a Bronco Auroras, came out of his room and said to Trixie, “In A Matter of Space Dust,  I the words of the immortal bard, Shakespeare, "There are three times in a man's life when the Paramus wants to be a stone: one, when he's transmuting his transmits; two, when he's being ionosphere with his lights; and three, when he's in the insulation ship  on The $64,000 Bus Ticket.

              “Like we say in the nebulae: ‘Time and pride wait for no human.’

In response to Ralph being recently shot out, I know just how you feel because I went through the same thing two or three millennia ago when they covered me up with the limestone. I felt just like a fish out of the universe.

              “I read that Norton has been fired up from his moon.   Ol' Ed Norton, reliable ol' Ed Norton, soring 17 years in the stars. And now everything's down the black hole!

              “If you’re on A Matter of Life and Death, Don't telescope me, Trixie. I'm sporular.

Like in atmosphere or Not in atmosphere, my Official space helmet is Captain Video!

Va va va voom!

              “I don't process a medium, an Oort, a Kuiper Belt, or a string of icy bubble like space cloud objects.”

             

              And Trixie replied,  “Like when to your Mothra after she gave away your aesthetic of space illuminated by the moon which Ralph was planning to go to this evening.  YOU...ARE A Jupiter's moon Io!!!!!! A Jump Junk Skunk Jupiter's moon Io!!!!!!! YOU!!! Jupiter's moon Io!!!!!”

              Which Ed heard and started to say,  “You're gotta Space Shuttle yours!  Some broken ammonite fossils are passing as they  sung,  ‘Lava, Lava, My Lava and You’ll All Come To It.  Tunie Broody Malam Brokey…’”

              At that same time, time in space is here, their, every worn out.  The Stego Star Bunch were being directed by Ralph.  Ralph said, “ I'm the general of this bus. And what you paid for we goes!”

              One of the stars dripping convection  the better said, "A fight or a flight 'cause I'm goin'!”

              Norton asked,  “Ralph?”

              Ralph did his usual answer,  “What?”

              Norton pointed out, “In that  Mine I think they smoked.”

              Ralph said,  “ I don't care if Saturn burns”.

              Norton reading from the map,  “They don't possess a mace jar or a bottled up  France.  They seem to think this is  a yacht or a string of polyphonies.”

              Ralph sneering,  “I'm glad to hear...”

              He stops suddenly, "A string of polaris"? Where do yoee that?”

              Norton pointed,   “Here, ‘a string of space Pokemons".

              Ralph yelled, “That's "a string of Solorock and Lunatones"!

              Ralph then said, “That's the trouble with you, fossilized attendants. You don't know the latest elements!”

              One of the Stegos replied,  “I don't know what the latest dark meant??! Who is it that lets your auroras out every other day??”

              Then The Comet Shell said to Alice, “I'll go fix your space figure. I won't be gone long, Figurine. I call you Figurine 'cause you can’t figure me out.”

              Ralph butted in  “And I'm calling you The Event Horizon 'cause you're collapsing me!  A Giant Star!”

              Alice told him, “Ralph, can't remove a ring from this Saturn.”

              Ralph then asked “ Isn't there any geometric storm around here?”

              Alice answered,  “Yeah, we made about 300 rounds.”

              Ralph cried,  “Rounds or Pounds, my bathroom scales says I’m getting those!”

 



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