:: Over the vast oceans and through the misty bays, arrives The Great
Ferret Oracle and her trusty ferrety side kick ... Dippy ::
 
D:  "Criminy, Oracle!  We made up all of that lost time taking advantage
of a wormhole, and now we're a little behind again.  What happened?"
 
FO: "Siiiiiiigh.  Well ... I listened to Wolfy about investigating her
favorite theory, the String Theory.  She seemed to think the information
would help us.  Well, I think I may have 'pulled the wrong string'".
 
D:  ::blink blink:: "Oracle?  There aren't literal strings ... there are
energy ..."
 
FO: "What the heck!  Are you Wolfy now!  OH, wait, I get it.  A Crandall
wanna be.  That's it.  Well if that's what it is, I'll just leave you in
the bogs of Jersey so you can be with your precious TSC."
 
D:  "Gosh, testy testy!  You better watch it, I'm the navigator and I
just might ..."
 
:: All the sudden the mist thins and there is no sign of land below::
 
FO: "DIIIIIIIIIPPY!  Oh oh okay.  fine.  Okay.  ::Taking a deep breath::
You are the goddess.  The princess.  ... "
 
D:  :;wiggling eyebrows:: "The precious?"
 
FO: "Okay, yes, you are 'the precious'"
 
::The misty bay soon appears, as well as bridges and .... it's
California!  Cacaland!!!!::
 
FO: ::Whispering::  Okay, we are on stealth mode, Dippy.  Lay low.
Lay ... very low.  Gosh what will we do.  We need fuel.  Like now.  All
that side stepping pulling the wrong strings, and ... The F&G people,
they ...::
 
D:  "I know, I know.  Don't worry.  I have plans."
 
::Flying under the radar, and assuming a dart and flatter and
stealth-like appearance, the craft arrives at "The Artists" house.
Engines are quieted and the Red Flyer hovers down to try to land::
 
D:  "Alert alert alert!  Look over there.  It's the F&G!!!!"
 
:::Dippy hits a switch and the whooping sound of a submarine screams on,
then the command of "dive dive dive" repeatedly echoes in the wagon.::
 
FO: "NO DIVE NO DIVE!  What are you doiiiiiiiiing.  My robe!  My 'do!
No way.  I gotta better idea.
 
:: The FO sits teensy Dippy Doodles in her lap, grabs the black, metal,
control handle and pulls the craft up, up, up until the wagon finally
inverts up near the pillowy clouds ..... then dives down like a falcon
straight towards Kathleen C's house.  Dippy's Asian little eyes, pull
back even more and her cheeks blow up like a three year olds against a
plate glass window while blowing.  They are pulling at least 4 g's.  The
FO tries to pull up, but runs into trouble.  Dippy dashes up her arm,
across, and then begins to hop up and down on the handle to help pull
it.  It was just enough.::
 
D:  "What are we doing", she shouts.
 
FO: "Watch this!!!"
 
::Breaking the sound barrier with a turbo boom, the wagon skims across
the top of The Artist's house creating a huge siphon behind it.  Gas
from is sucked out from behind Fudley Ferret and is promptly vacuumed
into the hovercraft"
 
D:  "Beaaaaaaaaaaaker!  We'll stop next time, and you can do a pit stop
for us!" She screams.  Beaker dashes outside onto the lawn and waves.
 
FO: "Wowee.  That was close.  That there is prime, grade A fuel, Dippy.
Powerful enough that it's going to allow us to visit Stephanie Grant on
our way out of Cacaland.  Hey ... they have great wine in California.:
 
D:  ::Roll of the eyes, then flat ferrets::
 
FO: "Taco taco taco, got milke?"
[Posted in FML issue 5206]