Muffy heard the explosion and looked up. It sounded like it came from that restaurant they had just departed. "That's a happenin' place," she thought. "But, I'll still not be ordering anymore watercress salad there."
... Whoooshhh .... went the projectile, as it zoomed overhead, right about the height of the mezzanine floor of the Black Corporation building. How fortunate that the open-air restaurant had no walls or windows for the projectile to collide with, or there would have been an even bigger explosion than that unfortunate Octopussy situation. The missile proceeded down 1st Street and disappeared out of sight. "Wow", thought Muffy. "I wonder what that was?"
The much chagrined bazooka-less GI was just about to enter the front door of the Black Corporation building when he heard the bazooka's report, and subsequently watched the missile as it screamed down 1st Street.
"Oh, chit!", he thought. "Somebody found my bazooka. I'm in deep trouble now. If the Colonel finds out I carried my bazooka into a civilian environment, I'll be demoted for sure. Maybe he'll buy the story that I took it in there for self defense, cuz I saw that guy with the baseball bat. He looked mean. Had to protect my unit, you know. Hmmmm ... maybe if I just kinda' sneak back on board the HumVee, nobody will notice my little faux-paux. But, I better go retrieve the bazooka first." He continued through the door and ran up the stairs to the restaurant.
The tour bus was covered with daisies. The impatient bus driver had become an irritated bus driver. His vision was obliterated by those daisies. "Achoo!" He sneezed. "Danged allergies", he said to the passenger in the front seat, who had ducked just in time to avoid being tagged by flying mucous. The bus maintenance man, who had bummed a ride across town groaned. "Oh, man ...", he said. "Now I have to clean up the outside of the bus AND the inside."
The bus driver turned around to check out his passengers. Several of them had opened their windows so they could reach the daisies that were covering the bus. Some had grabbed handfuls of them, and passed them out to others. A couple of little girls made bouquets. Some had flowers in their hair.
"Achoo!", sneezed the bus driver. This time, however, the passenger forgot to duck.
A muffled "kaboom" sounded in the distance, as the spent missile finally came to rest on Planet Earth next to a cow in a farmer's field. Cottage cheese-like material flew everywhere. The farmer muttered to himself, "I've just gotta' quit feeding them cows those beans."
"Thunder?", thought Precious, as she heard the kaboom. "But, there aren't any clouds in the sky."
A high pitched sound pierced the air. A loud wailing.
"Oh, no", said Muffy. "An emergency vehicle is approaching, and all the traffic is backed up here because of that big military truck."
Bugs Pond (our hero!) immediately knew what that sound was. Everybody knows that super-heroes have special training in sound recognition. That comes in handy sometimes. Like now, for instance.
"That's not an emergency vehicle!", he shouted.
"Air raid!", he screamed, then grabbed Muffy and Precious by the arm and dove under the HumVee for protection.
This abrupt action really ticked Precious off. She had almost finished counting the daisies on the side of the bus closest to her. She hated not finishing a job once she started it.
Iggy, Erroll, and Meryl followed Bugs. Rear Admiral and Rusty Irons knew there wouldn't be enough space for all of them under the HumVee, so they headed for the tour bus. |
