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A long long trip

In space no one can hear you Bark

The ramp slowly lowered and you guessed it, I was the first down the incline and the first to try to mark the tires. The funny part about the markings was they were not on the corvette, but on the neatly piled tires next to the dirty 72 that was up on blocks. After doing my duty, I noticed something or someone moving inside. With my best “Alert, alert, danger Will Robinson bark” I sounded the alarm, only to look over my shoulder to see the Captain and the Doctor trying in vain to stick the pole of the great Zorg flag into the hard black frozen surface of this God forsaken planet. Not wanting to let what ever it was in the vehicle get away, I ran over to the two totally bewildered flag planters and grabbed the flag pole and slam dunked it into the middle of the pile of tires. “ There that is done, on with the investigation!” I growled. “Not so fast you mangy ankle gnawer!” Capt’n Rann snarled, “ I haven’t said my speech yet, you know? One small conveyance for Alien ,one humongous trip for sore butts.” “ Well you just did El Cappyton, there is something moving in the craft.” I forced from my throat. Never in my times with these two did I ever see those two move so fast as I did after that sentence, forming a line behind me. Just then the door opened and a skinny red haired being stepped from the wreck. “Hi, you guys! You from triple A? I called 2 years ago.” said the strange disheveled bi-ped.

Landing means never having to say you're sorry

Our X32-R assaulted the surface of the planet like a Stryker 3000 rolling down a hospital hall and running into the proctology ward, only after going down the up escalator. It was the best “two beer” landing I had ever experienced, granted I had never experienced any type of landing. The good Doctor Ronnie couldn’t keep his yapper shut and made a crude comment about Cappy Rans pilot certificate being signed by Mister Magoo, which precipitated a rain of empty cheese whiz jars and anything loose flying in our general direction. Being the peace maker that I am, and not wanting to get hurt, I ran to one of the port holes and yipped, “Look, right behind the corvette like the great Captain planned!" Captain Ran ceased his blitzkrieg long enough to huff, “Let’s go investigate."

Rude awakenings

I awoke, to the long forgotten yet familiar rhythmic hum of the de-acceleration generator still in startup mode. Through the licked clean cheese whiz jar still stuck on my muzzle, I could see my legs wildly twitching from the dream I had been having about the last squirrel squid chase on terra firma. We’re here, we’re here I thought as I bounded to the observation port only be snatched by Ronnie the ship’s Doctor. He placed me back on the cold alloy floor and told me to sit and be good, like right, I’m always good, for a few laughs. Ronnie was one of my favorites, as he would always feed me under the table only to be caught by Captain Ran. Doctor Ronnie’s rebuttal to Ran’s incessant brow beating about this was always, “Darn it Ran, I’m a Doctor, not a food hoarder!”. This exchange would invariably end up in a food fight which is all the better for me. I woke up from this day dream when I heard the Captain blurt out, “Look there’s the outer planet of this solar system, Pluto, with a ship on the surface?”. Maybe the answer to our quest was contained in that ship, which oddly enough looked like a 1972 Chevrolet Corvette.