The Dimension Travel Trilogy: A Three Part Science Fiction And Fantasy Novel (43 page)

Each tent looks the same and he ran over to the mayor's tent. He sneaked over to the mayors tent in a tip toe. He walked so quietly that a soul with sharp hearing could not hear him. He opened the tent door very slowly. After two minutes of opening the door, he reached his arm inside of the tent. The mayor is out cold. He retrieved a couple of cans of grits and oat meal. Followed by that, he retrieved a bag of waffles. And, then, in the back of the tent is a cooler, which features an abundance of drinks. The mayor's stomach growled. In his sleep, he is thinking about food. A cloud bubble emerged over his head thinking about food. The cloud bubble featured a hamburger.

"Hamburgers" the mayor said in his dream. After saying that, he started to drool like a Saint Bernard. A ton of saliva left his mouth. He sprung up from his sleep. "Food", he screamed. "I'm so hungry that I can eat an alien." He grabbed Will and started to gnaw on his arm like a dog chewing a bone.

"Stop", shouted the benevolent alien. "Who is saying stop?"

asked the mayor angrily in his sleep. "I am. It's me, Will", answered the innocent alien. "Who is Will?" asked the mayor. "It's me Will, the fugitive from the Alien Estate", answered the former alien chef. The mayor started to awake from his long sleep. "What are you doing here?" asked Mayor Stone. "I am here to retrieve food", answered Will. "What do you mean you're here to retrieve food?" asked the mayor. "I want food", answered Will. "Well, you're not getting a single bit of my ration because I am starving to death", replied the mayor. "Literally, starving to death?" asked Will. "No, if I was starving to death, I wouldn't be one hundred and ninety pounds overweight, and I would have been a dead duck. I'm sure that you heard of figurative phrases", answered Mayor Stone.

"Yes, I am very well aware of figurative phrases. I hear them in every conversation that I have every single day", replied Will.

"Good, that's besides the point. Now, why did you make an attempt to take my food?" asked the mayor. "Because I feel hungry as a bear", answered Will. "No, I don't think that you would be this hungry because you ate all of the pizza yesterday", replied the mayor. "Well, I feel quite hungry this morning. Can you let me take something?"

asked Will. "No", answered the mayor. "Okay", replied Will, who had taken some of the items of breakfast food from the mayor. He started to walk with the breakfast food. Mayor Stone looked around his tent wondering if there's any food missing because he is getting ready for breakfast. He noticed that some of the breakfast food disappeared. He emerged from his tent in his checkerboard pajamas. "Get back here", he shouted. His shout echoed. Thirty seconds later, Will returned to the mayor. "What do you want?" he asked, holding the stolen food behind his back. "So, I want to know where the food is", answered the mayor. Will pointed to a random tent. "It's in that one over there", answered the benevolent alien. He started to laugh. "Where's the food?" asked the mayor. "It's in that tent over there", answered Will.

"Okay, if you are assuming that it is in the tent over there, why are you holding your hands behind your back?" asked the mayor.

"Because, I feel like it. I need to cool my hands down", answered Will. "What are you holding behind your back?" asked the intuitive mayor. "Things that you eat", answered Will. "Are you trying to fool me and contradict my wisdom and intuition?" asked the mayor. "No, sir", answered Will. "Can you show me the food that you're holding?"

asked the mayor. He raised his right eyebrow as Will started to slowly show the stolen breakfast. "So, did you steal my breakfast?" asked the mayor. "Yes", answered Will nervously. "And, why did you really steal the food you dirty dud?" asked the mayor. "I am sure you are very well aware of the talking fox. Right?" asked Will. "Yes, I am surprised I remember him. But, please, continue", answered Mayor Stone. "So, continuing on, it is extremely hard for him to fend for himself and get breakfast for himself. Now, imagine getting a meal for four hungry stomachs." He paused and then continued, "I am sure that you'd be charitable enough to give somebody food if they were hungry, especially at breakfast time." "Good point", replied the mayor.

"Really?" asked Will. "Yes, the only thing that you did wrong was not ask me permission for my food. If you would've asked permission, I would've definitely said yes without even thinking twice or three times", answered the mayor. "Thank you, so much", replied Will. "No, problem", said the mayor. "So, does this mean that I am going to be getting the food?" asked Will. “Yes", answered the mayor. "Can I get more food?" asked the benevolent alien. "Sure, answered Mayor Stone. "Thanks", replied Will. The alien walked into the tent to retrieve one more item, which is the drink. He retrieved a one gallon carton of freshly squeezed orange juice. He also retrieved a small garbage bag to carry all of the items. He then returned to the fox's dwelling. He knocked on the small door. About twenty five seconds later, Jack answered the door.

"Grab this bag", said Will. "Okay", replied Jack, who received the bag and placed it in the living room. From there, Will crawled through the tiny doorway and, he made it back into the abode after one minute of crawling through. "Can you increase the size of your little door?" asked Will. "Why would I do that?" asked Jack.

"Because, big guys like me can't fit comfortably through the door and, that means that I will not be able to enjoy all of the comforts of your abode", answered Will. "Perhaps, I might grow. But, that'll be a never thought. So, I guess it will always be hard for you to visit my abode", replied Jack. "Okay", replied Will sarcastically.

"Alright, let's start preparing the meal. It is seven o' clock in the morning and every single soul is fully awake and alert. "So, what took you so long?" asked Light. "I was somewhere", answered Will.

"And, where were you?" asked Jack. "I was at Mayor Stone's tent. I was going there to retrieve the provisions that are necessary. These are the items that I retrieved", answered Will. He walked down the shale stone stairs and, placed the necessary items on the table. "You got a lot", said Tom. "I know I did", replied Will.

"I think you got too much", said Light. "Okay, now you're over exaggerating", replied Will. "I know that. I was just adding some pun to the conversation", said Light. "Okay, real funny", replied the benevolent alien sarcastically. Jack walked down the stairs into the dining area. "What y'all talking about?" asked Mr. Woodston.

"Nothing important. Why do you want to know? Are you writing some sort of a book?" asked Will. "No. I just have a curious mind", answered Jack. "Well, have you ever heard of the story of the curious cat?" asked Will. "No", answered Jack.

"The curious cat was on a hunt one day to find fish. She went to the ocean. All of a sudden a shark jumped up, bit her on the nose, and the cat was no longer seen again. The End", replied Will.

"Alright, this is a stupid story and I don't need to explain to you as to the reason why I have such a curious, cat-mannered, and inquisitive mind", said Jack. "My point being that questions can get guys somewhere and cause progression. But, at the same time questions can cause a regression", replied Will. "Okay, whatever", said Jack.

"Yup, you disregarded and don't give a care in the world about what I have to say", replied Will. "Hey, that's not true", said Jack. "Says who?" asked Will. "Says me", answered Jack. "Guys, let's not fight like a bunch of girls. I am tired of all of this fighting", replied Light.

"Yeah, is it necessary to fight like this?" asked Tom. "Well, I guess not", answered Will. "Same here", answered Jack. The male fox walked over to the pantry to find a matchbox. He has to ransack the disorganized Pig Sty of a closet. Finally, after looking hard he discovered the matchbox. He opened it and not a single wooden fire starter is present.

"Oh, crud", he said. He slammed his hand against the wall and, a picture frame had fallen that featured a household portrayal of he and his wife. The picture frame shattered into one hundred and fifty thousand pieces. Fortunately, none of the glass shards ended up hitting Jack. The fox returned back into the kitchen. "Looks like somebody is going to have to go out and get me some matches and kerosene", said Jack. "And, what do you expect me to do about it?"

asked Light. "I expect you to go out and get me some matches and kerosene so, that way we can light this thing on fire", answered Jack.

"What thing?" asked Tom. "You've got to be kidding me", answered Jack. "The firepit, you stupid fool." "Well, there are three fire pits in here. I don't know which one you're talking about. To, what firepit are you referring to?" asked Tom. "The primary one", answered Jack. As, he answered the question, he pointed his second index digit on his right paw over to the primary pit. "Thank you", replied Tom.

"So, anyway, more importantly, I would like to know about who would be willing to go on the hunt for a filled matchbox and kerosene. Take your time. But, somebody must do the job for me because I can't do it on my own. After all, I'm only one fox now, living in a big dwelling", said Jack. The room remained silent for a couple of minutes. Now, it is time for someone to make the ultimate decision to help Jack. Eventually, someone came up with a decision.

"So, is anyone willing to find me a matchbox and some kerosene?"

asked Jack. "Yes", Will answered immediately.

"Will, you're always the energetic one of the group. You did a tremendous amount of work trying to find me some breakfast. But, now, it is somebody else's turn to do something for me. Who'll do it for me?" asked Jack. The room is dead silent. "Fine then, who is officially going to do that for me?" asked Jack. "I'll do it", answered Will. When he answered the question, he jumped up in excitement like a kangaroo jumping. He started to run up the flat stone stairs and he dashed out the door. From there, he decided to return back to the tent area. However, he didn't travel to Mayor Stone's Tent this time.

He moved over to the tent that had a picket sign in front of it. This sign showed the business's name. Will walked past the picket sign and, he stole a kerosine can.

"Yes, glad that's out of the way", he said to himself. His burden is not lifted off of his back, yet. He tried to sneak into the tent.

He opened the tent door of the hardware guy. This tent is unoccupied.

There are several items featured in this tent from products as simple as nails and screws to products as complex as solar paneled power generators. Will is raiding the tent to find the matches. It is a laborious task to find the matches. As, he's ransacking the tent, he is mumbling to himself about how hard it is to find the matches. All of a sudden, the benevolent alien discovered the matchbox. He checked to see if it's loaded with the matches. As a result, the box is filled to the brim.

He walked out of the tent. He started walking.

Three steps to the left and three steps to the right. The reason why he is walking in this fashion is to avoid the shambolic area with all of the shovels and oil generators. He then returned to his normal walking. About thirty feet away from the tent, he is being stalked by a malicious person who is three feet taller than his (Will's) height, this anonymous person has a husky built. This person has a beard and, he is bald. He is wearing a flat cap. He is far from gentle. In fact, he is carrying a machete with him. This person is a shapeshifter. His skin has the capacity to change from a normal Caucasian human color to a red Starmos Alien Color. He is wearing a police style uniform in the disguise of a Starmos Royal Officer. This anonymous shape shifter flashed the machete in Will's face. He (Will) bounced back. "Oh my God, who are you?" asked Will. "I am your worst nightmare. I am the royal police from Starmos City. I'm looking for you and two other guys. So, come with me or, I'll behead you with my sword", answered the anonymous malicious alien.

"No, you're not going to do this. You are a sick freak", replied Will. He kicked the gigantic officer in the kneecap. The officer did not fall. "So, you're planning on messing around with me, eh. Are you trying to under estimate my power? Do you know what I can do to you?" the Goliath-sized officer asked angrily. "No, sir", answered the intimidated Will. "If you are bold enough to kick me in the knee, why are you so scared of me all of a sudden?" asked the anonymous officer. "I'm afraid because you're a big hunk. And, I am this little six foot tall alien. But, one thing that I must say is that you are a malicious pig and, you should go to the place where you belong", answered Will. "What is your name?" asked the officer. "I'm not going to answer you until you give me your name", answered Will. "Excuse me, who are you to make me explain myself?" asked the cruel officer.

"I am Will Von Alien", answered the innocent alien fugitive, Will. The heartless, cold officer laughed. "You're so stupid that you incriminated yourself that you're a wanted fugitive", said the anonymous officer.

"Now, I want your name", replied Will.

"Now, that you incriminated yourself, I will give you my name. My name is Officer Brutis", said the alien officer. "Okay, Brutis, it is nice to meet you", replied Will. He put his hand out to shake the officer's hand. When, he did that, the honcho sized officer reached for his shackles in his heavy belt. Will noticed the officer trying to retrieve the handcuffs. "May I see your hand?" asked the officer. "Sure", answered Will. He presented the officer with his right, four-fingered hand. The officer cuffed that one hand. "Now, you're under arrest. And, can I have your other hand?" asked the officer. "No, you're going to arrest me and take me to that brute Cornelius", answered Will nervously. The innocent fugitive started to flee from the gargantuan, Goliath sized officer.

"You can run, but you can't hide", yelled the officer. Will ran, he made a daring leap into the valley. He landed on his back.

Fortunately, he didn't injure himself. "Where are you?" the shape shifting officer asked loudly. "I am over by the pond", answered Will.

The officer not only is the size of Goliath as compared to Will.

However, he has the intelligence of Goliath. He gullibly walked over to the pond. While he is doing that, Will ran into the dwelling of Jack Woodston. He crawled through the tiny wooden door of the abode. He is breathing heavily. Jack walked up the shale stairs into the living area. "So, why are you back so quickly?" he asked. "Because, I was fleeing from one of Cornelius's officers", answered Will. "You know what; we will discuss this at the table. For now, where's the kerosene and the matchbox?" asked Jack.