We
all know who porky is
by
Mickey
"There
is an error in the time-space continuum." Zip
said.
"And
we correct it by finding this long lost friend and
reuniting him with his old pals?" Kidd asked.
"Yes,
exactly." Zip said.
"Well
what's so hard about that?" Kidd asked.
"Our
historic data doesn't have any notes or information
on Mickey's location. We do think he resides in Florida,
in the begining of the new mellinneum." Zip replied.
Roswell
hovered far above and beyond Earth's the tracking
systems in space. The year is 2004.
"We
have an old address and some information about his
hobbies. He's a gamer like us. He had Coleco and later
the Master System." Beat said.
Out
of nowhere Roswell said, "A good soldier is a
poor scout."
"Ahhh,
now I know that is problably wise and helpful but,"
Beat said
"I
don't even know what's going on. What does that mean?"
Sketch commented.
"I
wonder. Maybe we aren' suppose to do our normal thing."
Flare said.
Flare
continued, "We know the Greys aren't here this
time, they aren't in this time period with us."
"Soooo...?"
Edge questioned.
"We
keep Roswells sensors on, sure, but we look for this
fellow gamer, like we're looking for one of us. Imagine
ourselves working, but not as Galactic Space Pilots.
What would we do?" Kidd said.
"Okay,
it's past the golden age of gaming, the 80's, so it's
unlikely he's in an Arcade. What was around after
that? And he's in Naples Florida, what's there?"
Beat added.
"Gamestores
came about around that time, hundreds of years before
the arcades came back to stay." Edge said.
They
shook their heads. Now night time, Roswell flew to
a secluded area and parked. The Sneak Force played
games until late in the night.
"Time
to owe some sneaks!" Edge proclaimed.
It
was early morning. The others were slow to move about.
"Game
Crazy, from what I know they were a sneaky chain of
stores. You were allowed to play games at work inbetween
customers. How sneaky is that?" Beat said.
"We
can access the internet of this time period with our
Zipsnicks, to locate those stores."
As
the day wore on, the Sneak Force had visited five
stores with no luck. It was the sixth store, there
he was.
"It's
him, it's Mickey." Flare said.
Standing
over their bikes, from far away they used their Zipsnicks
to zoom in on Mickey's face through the store window.
"Zip,
confirm his identity." Flare said.
"Identity
confirmed." Zip replied.
Now
that the Sneak Force have found their target, it was
time to figure out how to get him back with his old
friends.
"It's
simple. It's sneaky. We'll SNEAK him!" Edge said.
"Actually,
I think it's the best idea." Beat added.
"But
in open daylight?" Zip questioned.
"No,
we'll follow him home with Roswell, besides we could
never drag him back to Roswell, that's too far."
Flare said.
Nightfall
came. Roswell hovered silently over the game store.
Mickey left the store, got into his car, and drove
off unaware of the silent pursuer.
When
Mickey parked in his parking lot at home, the Sneak
Force were hovering very close. Now as he opened his
car door, a boy was standing by him, Mickey looked
at the boy.
"You've
got some friends who want to see you." Kidd said.
With
that, Mickey was zapped asleep by Kidd's Zipsnick
stunner.
Back
on the ship, the Sneak Force plotted course for north,
to reunite him with his old friends.
"Zip,
help me with the voice, I'll need to have his voice
to call the other group." Kidd said.
"You
got it, making the call now." Zip replied.
As
Kidd spoke into his Zipsnick, his voice sounded like
Mickey's. Tom and William were up to their old habits
of gaming when the call came through. Kidd, sounding
like Mickey, set up a night that they could all get
together, he told them to bring the games.
Mickey
awoke, to a room crouded with his old friends playing
video games. There were a ton of them, a bunch. All
his old comrads hanging out again.
"Great
you invited us and all, about time we saw you again,
but what's up with you sleeping for the first two
hours of the night? We got gaming todo." one
of his old friends said.
Another
friend said, "Hey, remember 'we all know who
porky is', ha ha, that was one of your best busts
ever."
It
was just like old times. Or was it?
"I
had the weirdest dream, uh, wait how did I get here?"
Mickey asked.
"Uh,
actually no. Little green men, ufo. Yeah, how 'bout
we forget about all that?" another old friend
replied.
