Brain Fertilizer

The Just-Us League of Blogdom!!!

Dave and Deb were sitting by the pool, sipping daiquiris, when the klaxon sounded.

“Holy Divine Signals, Jedi! That’s the Ratsignal!” Dave shouted, spilling his drink on his Chinos.

They both stood up and began to run, leaping over lounge chairs like gazelles, speeding along the sides of buildings like the two hot chicks in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, looking dashing and cool, even out of uniform.

After racing around the house three times, they stopped back at the pool. Deb opened the patio door and gestured to David to go in first. He did.

They found Nathan sitting in a stupor in front of the TV, drooling.

“Hmmm, must be ‘Guns Week’ on the history channel again,” Deb observed. She made a mystic gesture with her right hand. The lights switched on. She gestured again, and macaroni noodles began flying out of the cabinet. She gestured again, almost angrily, and the TV finally shut off.

Nathan seemed to wake up. “Wha? Who? Hey, I was watching that!”

“Can’t you hear the klaxon?” David asked.

“What?”

“Can’t You Hear The Klaxon?!”

“WHAT??”

“CAN’T YOU HEAR THE KLAXON?!??!”

“HOLD ON A SECOND, I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE KLAXON.” Nathan shouted.

Silence finally reigned. A slight trickle of blood traced a thin line down Deb’s neck.

Then the phone began to ring.

“It’s the neighbors!” Deb said after a moment’s concentration.

“You know what that means…?” Nathan began.

“To the Ratcave!” David finished.

David pressed the left ear on the Velvet Elvis painting, and a door in the wall began opening. Our three heroes leapt into the void, grasped their respective fire poles, and slid down into the darkness…

…to reach the bottom clothed as:
The Accidental Jedi, or The AJ; the leader. Superpowers: mind tricks, limited (if accident-prone) telekinesis, and she’s terribly mysterious.
Brain Fertilizer. Superpowers: devastating puns and a really strong grip, not to mention abs of peanut butter.
Zombyboy. Superpowers: Impervious to pain, doesn’t need sleep or oxygen, excellent low-light vision.

“Zombyboy!” AJ glowered.

“What?” Zombyboy asked, the picture of innocence.

“You were peeking as we went through the change-chute, I know it.”

“What makes you think that? I told you I stopped doing that since I got the cable modem.”

“Your eyes glow when you use your low-light vision power. And…you’re blushing.”

“Ah, ahem, well.”

“Okay, we ditched the neighbors calling to complain about the klaxon making their poodle nervous. Shall we see what the problem actually is?” Brain Fertilizer said.

Tune in next week for another installment of….The Just-Us League of Blogdom!

I was proud to be your arch-nemesis. LOL

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*These are just musings, not indications of my beliefs. So this is open season for other interesting observations, refutations, observations, etc. Accusations, however, will probably get you ignored. Unless it is an interesting/amusing accusation.

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