The worst part of waking up is no Folgers in your Cup
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Bumbarella awoke with the sun splashing her face and she was in a tizzy.
"Oh dear,"she said to no one in particular, primarily because there was no one else she could complain to.
"I left my makeup on last night and now it's smeared all over my face.Worse still I zonked out and forgot to remove my contacts.Now my eyes will be sore all day."
She fell out of bed and pressed a button on the Thingamajig Manipulator and got a steaming cup of sludge.
Outside her penthouse balcony the gleaming city of Crack leered at her in malice.
The noise of space traffic was horrendous.
Vrooooooom
Vrooooooom
Vrooooooom
"What a dump,"our disheveled heroine from space commented.
It was a quote from some old movie by a dumpy broad with smeared mascara and tousled hair about some other old movie.
She reached into a cauldron of boiling water and came out with a cream cheese filled donut with cute little sprinkles.
Her monster plant,Rufus Generous,roared at her in hunger and she reached into a bag of plant pebbles to feed him.
Tonight was dance night at the Moment Club.
"Oh,goody," Bumbarella quivered."A night out with the tramps will do me ever so refreshingly good."
The tv contact screen on the wall suddenly fizzed into life and there was Mr.Head,his prime Eggness, a grave figure.
"Greetings from Far Prime,secret agent Bumbarella," the Presider intoned.
"Oh,dear, greetings to you,Marvel of Egg.Please forgive my unkempt appearance.I've only just arisen from stasis slumber.It takes me years to wake up."
"Hmmm.I'm afraid your vacation is on hold,"the sombre figure told her."The Bannermen of Voldar have massacred the Castle of Blarghhh and kidnapped the Princess Zora-Pratt.Your mission,if you choose to accept it,is to rescue the Princess and bring her back alive.The stability of the cosmos depends on it.If anything happens to her the fragile Peace Compact of Planets will fall apart and it will mean war."
"Oh my,"Bumbarella said."I'm still waiting for my welfare check in the mail.Couldin't it wait?"
"The entire balance of time rests on your shoulders,my dear,"the Presider said."I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter.Your contact will be a Heculoid Type by the name of Ramgar.Good luck in your mission,secret agent Bumbarella."
His vision faded out and she stared fascinated at the little green dot in the middle of the screen.
It was so cool when you could put your hand up to the glass and feel the static field.
Her feline,Cozy,rubbed his head against her ankle.
"Oh,Cozy,",she lamented," you'll just have to stay snuggly buggly without me.And remember,if something happens and I don't survive this , there's milk in the fridge."
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