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Date Posted: 02:36:21 12/19/07 Wed
Author: kande
Subject: As everyone looks skyward...
In reply to: kenamom, searching the sky - fearful of raindeer droppings 's message, "The Bleepin signal gets bleepin louder" on 19:15:52 12/15/07 Sat

...a loud thump is heard in the back yard. Groups huddle together in fear. "The sky is falling!" someone screams. "It's the end of the world!" screeches another.

Kande rolls her eyes and marches to the back yard. She sees Bubba kicking the side of a silver disc in the universal sign for vehicle trouble. He's gesturing and pacing, and making odd noises that may very well be alien swearing.

"What's up, little fella?" kande asks, all innocent-like. Bubba whirls around, unaware that he was being watched. He digs his toe into the ground in a bashful aw-shucks way, then gestures that the catalytic converter in his spaceship gave out.

By this time, the rest of the group has gathered around. Rabid, in her newfound toughness, pulls a wrench from the pocket of her sweater twinset and begins working on the spaceship. Stardoe pitches in to help, this being the season and all that. You never know who might be watching. CW is feverishly knitting seat covers. "Those seats don't look heated, and I think it's cold in space," is her reasoning. Detoured puts a thermos of eggnog in the cup holder. KS slyly hides some weapons, while IG puts a podcast of her latest shipper story on Bubba's iPod.

Bubba is amazed at how everyone is pitching in to help. He wipes a tear from his eye. Kande is overseeing the action, then suddenly says, "Wait a second. Just where did you think you were going?" She turns and glares at Bubba, hands on hips. "I don't recall anybody giving me two weeks notice! And it's the holiday season - the busiest time of year. Where am I supposed to get a bartender/dishwasher/fry cook on such short notice?"

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