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From: mute@hotblack.gweep.net (Josh Brandt)
Subject: Re: Okay, who put him up to this?
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Date: Sun, 4 Sep 1994 22:53:13 GMT

In article ,
Tom Russell  wrote:

>  There was a bright flash from the side of the zeppelin and four rocket men
>shot out and streaked towards their position.
>
>  Joey was going to have to do something.

Gates was the first to come to his sense and take action.

"Quick!" he shouted, "To the Gatescave!"

The three boys leapt back onto their bicycles and sped a short distance to
the entrance to their secret subway system. The subterranian bullet
train took them to Gates' secret underground crime-fighting headquarters. 
Quickly, the three boys changed into their costumes and strapped on
jetpacks, pausing only to make sure their utility belts were fully stocked
with devices both many and diverse. Then, it was back to the bullet train.
Only seven short minutes later, they were back in the field and ready to
battle the menace of the Zeppelin Commies from Mars!

"You thought you'd seen the last of this silliness, right?" began the 
aging Limey, gesturing to an unseen audience. "Wrong! It was in 1943, when
the Allied Forces faced the challenge of developing-- oof!" 

A single uppercut and James Burke was silenced, dropping to the ground like
a sack of potatoes. A slender form in bright tights zoomed past his
prostrate form, shouting gleefully! "Take that, you socialist documentarist!
None may stand before the might of the Crusher! Come on, Gargantuboy! Let's
go get them Commies!"

"Right on, Crusher!" shouted Tubs, now resplendant in the red and blue
uniform of Gargantuboy, chubby knight of justice.

"Wait up, guys," called Joey, adjusting the strap of his jetpack, "My pack
isn't adjusted quite right..."

"Aw, Joey," whined Tubs, pausing in mid-air, "we always have to wait for 
you..."

"Well, if you'd made the stupid packs so they fit someone less than twenty
feet around," muttered Joey, cinching the straps up tight. "All right!
Mnematic away!" he cried, leaping into the air. 

It had been three years now-- three years of adventures, three years of
comradeship with the other two boys. Joey remembered it well-- he could
hardly forget, after all. That night, the three of them camping out in Old
Cthulhu Wood; everyone had told them it was haunted, that monsters lived
there, but they'd laughed. Monsters, they'd said, in this day and age? Ha!
We'll prove it! 

They'd packed some hotdogs and soda, and hiked a good five miles out into
the forest before making camp for the night. They had been sitting up late
that night, when they'd seen the light hoving over their campfire, and the
voice had spoken to them from the sky...

-- 
  Sweet ghost of light, I've lived too long    Robyn
             I die for you inside this song    Hitchcock
                                               mute@hotblack.gweep.net


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