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Chapter XXI
by General (Uncle Claude) Xxaxx
& General (E.J. Gold) Nunan PFC 1st Class Ret.
Sitting in Little Roy’s room, Drak was congratulating himself. “A most fortuitous diversion mon senior Drak. This Gronkomatic Factory — a most fortuitous diversion indeed.” Drak was most definitely pleased with himself. Continuing in the same self-congratulating manner, “Let’s consider the facts. The factory was staffed completely by eggheads. Obviously a cover for some sort of xpearimintal laboratory. That’s incidental. The main point is that they have been allowed to continue with virtual one hundred percent ownership of a major corporation. Why? Because they put on an incredible show. After watching them work it’s no wonder that citizins from all over the world come to see the great and wonderful Gronkomatic factory. They are the stupidest most hilarious bunch of bananas since Max Senet and the Keystone cops. I was sorry to see the passing of that period. The factory manager orchestrating this second wonder of the new world is a genius of socio-comedy. He will make the perfect choice for Woo to use as the co-chairmen in organization of the grand xpearimint. No one else could put together a crew of normally semi-competent individuals in such a way to not only make their slightest effort look counterproductive, be absolutely hilarious to the visiting citizins and goobers alike, and at the same time get the scheduled job done with alacrity and verve. And in conclusion Drak ol’ bean, a most fortuitous diversion inspired by this Little Roy. But now it was time for another diversion — one in the temporal sense.”
“Little Roy, we visited a place of your choosing, now it is my turn to pick a place to visit. Is that okay?”
Bouncing up and down on the well cushioned bed, Little Roy nodded to his new friend Drak. Two friends in one day. That is a personal record. “Sure! Fair is fair — it should be your turn. Where do you want to go? It’s almost snack time and I’m hungry.”
Making himself comfortable, at least as comfortable as can be while confined in a human form, Drak settled into the overstuffed sitting chair opposite the double bed that was presently serving as a trampoline to Little Roy. Judging by the scuff marks on the walls and ceiling this little goober has had the time of his partially bubbled life bouncing off the bed, ceiling and walls. It is indeed fortunately for all concerned that the hotel has installed thick pile carpet in not only the upper suites but also in secondary rooms such as this one. Any incidental falls during the past week were undoubtedly cushioned by the luxurious decor. Otherwise today’s meeting may not every have happened. That would have been a shame for the goobers and the dragons alike.
Answer Little Roy’s question, “We will not be going to a where. The place I want to take you is a when. Is that all right?”
“Oh sure, whens are my friends. I can tell when better than anyone — almost as good as atomic watches according to Professor Woo.”
Taking off his jacket and vest, Drak laid them over the bed next to Little Roy. He placed his shoes on the other side of Little Roy next to the quarter slot for the massage machine. Normally Drak would use his tail to morphologically enwrap a traveling party. In this case, not wanting to alarm the goober with sudden and rather massive form changes, Drak used items of used clothing to define his morphology around the goober. This done. It was time for a few incantations, a whiff of sulfur and off they went. Off into a millennium before lunch.
What transpired during the millennium between eleven fifty and twelve o’clock lunch Little Roy may or may not ever remember. It didn’t matter at this moment. Drak was more than pleased with Little Roy’s progress and the prospect that it held for the future. For the moment it’s important that his child’s body and brain be cooled to avoid any adverse aftershock and possibility of premature memory leakage into his conscious memory.
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