I waited for an hour or two to see if #476248 would come back out. It didn’t, and eventually I was called in. I was completely freaked out by the tremendous metal machinery. Suddenly, an ominous humming started. It got louder and louder until . . . POW. I was hit from behind by some sort of ray. The last thing I felt was me collapsing into sand.
When I woke up everything was a million times bigger. I was lying in shattered pieces of eggshell on an incubator platform. A humongous creature in a detox suit was reaching down to grab me. I attempted to stick my arms in the air and motion for it to stop and not pick me up, but I realized that I only had one arm.
It was dark inside the creature’s hand and the room he brought me into was also dark. I was full size again but that didn’t reassure me. Another creature in a detox suit came over to me and dropped a pill into my mouth. I was forced to swallow it, and immediately after that I fell asleep.
When I came to, I was lying on a hospital bed in a well-lit room with no one in sight. As I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I heard voices coming from the other room. Two of them were the talking dog guards, and one of them was Kaptain Kronk. In my mind I went back to #476248 telling me that Kaptain Kronk performed mental hypnotism on his mutations. Without paying any attention to anything around me I leapt out of my bed and made a break for it down a random corridor.
I didn’t pay much attention to the fact that my arm had been replaced with a robotic one, but I guess that didn’t really matter at that point. I ran down the corridor and searched the various passages for signs of an escape pod. Then I realized something: Dave. I had to get to him.
I ran back to the crib and saw how incredibly lucky I was. It was the one day a week that Dave was unlocked from the wall and given the freedom to sleep in a cot rather than in chains. I woke Dave up as fast as I could and hauled him through the corridors and into the escape pod I had found. Without a second thought I rocketed off, without giving a second thought to the fact that I hadn’t the slightest clue how to pilot a escape pod.
The first thing I did was set the steering on a lock and make sure the coast was clear. Then I located the brakes and acceleration. Then I unlocked the steering wheel and began to steer. It’s as simple as that. I set the space coordinates for space sector .92872. I had no idea where this was, but Dave was murmuring about it in his sleep so I assumed it must be something good.
When we reached sector .92872, I realized why Dave had been murmuring about it. It was actually a landing area that he had plotted out for Alabaster. I settled the escape pod down next to the Great Flying Pickle Jar and woke Dave up. He led me through the maze and down into the control room. There was nobody there, so we left the control room to the sleeping quarters. There everybody was, sitting on the various sized cots and murmuring about me and Dave in worried and hustled speech. When they saw us, for the first time in as long as I had known him, Alabaster’s jaw dropped and his eyes opened wide. Weasel paid no attention- he was still trying to open the pickle jar.
Before I could even turn my eyes toward Plittereeg, he was already rushing towards me. I gave him a hug. I told them all about the mutation lab and then after a long, excited evening we went to bed.