The Dimension Travel Trilogy: A Three Part Science Fiction And Fantasy Novel (41 page)

As the media crew showed the cameras placed in town, Gerardo described the scenes, "Now, ladies and gentlemen, this town looks like a ghost town. Camera Number Three is placed at the end of the Southern Part of town. Lights are on in the houses. And, it looks like some action is taking place in the houses. Yet, there isn't any action taking place on the street. It is unbelievable as to why there's action in the houses. There shouldn't be any action taking place in the houses because the citizens were ordered to evacuate. Let's go over to Camera Number Four. This is the scene of Town Square. Usually, the old folks sit around in the square and, and they enjoy the mundane and peaceful scenery. Now, there's absolutely no one in this scene. It is a desolate, deserted area. They might as well add some moving tumbleweed to this area. Fortunately, we do not have desert like conditions. Next, we'll go to our fifth camera, which shows the isolated business street in town. Food has been lying on the tables in the restaurants for nearly four hours since the evacuation. The restaurants and stores are empty and they are definitely cleaned out of their goods for the evacuation. Let's turn over to our fifth camera.

This is the municipal street. Fire trucks are placed in the middle of the street in an attempt to blockade the malevolent aliens from coming here. There's a low chance that this blockade will work against these malicious souls. The street lights are on. But, they're not working right. They are blinking on and off."

After describing and showing the scenes, the media crew returned to Camera One where Gerardo is present. "Now, all of you have just witnessed these scenes. It is amazing how a nice town like California County can turn into a ghost town within a matter of minutes. Now, let's go over to Chopper One Hundred", he said. The chopper camera turned on the air.
Jack O’ Dony
is the man in the chopper reporting.

"Thank you, Gerardo", said Jim. "Now, I have an overview of the whole entire town. On all the twenty three streets in town, not a single mortal human being or domesticated animal is present on any of the streets. And, they're probably not in any of the houses, business buildings, or even municipal buildings. The only things that are present in town that the public can see on their mobile T.V's are the parts of town where the webcams are placed. Now, since the 2020

tornado, I haven't seen this town this desolate. Now, back to you Gerardo."

As Jim was describing the town, the media showed a satellite and aerial view of the area. After that, the media crew returned the newscast back to Camera One. Gerardo's face once again reappeared on the air. His bushy eyebrows are moving up and down. "Thank that alien in the helicopter for filming the scene. Now, I was just kidding when I said that. He is a far cry from those malicious aliens up in space. So, fellas, don't get nervous. He is a good gentleman reporter.

Now, we will get into the fact at what time the aliens are planning to invade town. Don't interrupt your sleep and don't walk out of your tents to see those cold-hearted beasts. And, hopefully you won't see these cold souls. But, ladies and gentlemen, we thank you for listening. And, we are here to look out for all of you. To all of our viewers, we thank you. And, be safe", said Gerardo.

The show officially ended. Mrs. Woodston turned off the television. "So, Jack, what would you rather say silly, uncalled for jokes or watch some interesting news that would make your head think a little?" she asked. "I would rather go with choice B. However, making jokes requires some thinking as well. So, don't be so condescending towards me", answered Jack. "Making jokes doesn't require any thinking and to be honest with you, making ridiculous and uncalled for jokes is definitely not a novelty and, it is definitely not a talent. But, can anybody be very analytical and intelligent?" asked Mrs. Woodston. "Uh, I don't know what analytical means", answered Jack. "You don't even know what the word 'analytical' means.

Nevertheless, you can't pronounce it nor, can you spell it out. I wonder what your IQ grade is", replied Mrs. Woodston.

"For your information, I have a better IQ grade than anyone in this world and unfortunately, I am not well known. Because, if I was well known, I wouldn't be living in this shabby dumpster with you. Another thing, you are nothing but a condescending bitch", said Jack angrily. "Do you know what a condescending bitch is?" asked Mrs. Woodston. "Yes, it's a female dog, which you are", answered Jack. "Oh, finally you knew one definition. How can you know one biological definition and not another one, which is much easier?"

asked Mrs. Woodston.

"By the way, I do know what analytical means. I was just messing around with you", answered Jack. "Well, what does it mean?"

asked Mrs. Woodston. "None of your business", answered Jack. "Ha, ha, ha, your answer to this question is not the best answer in the world. Oh wait, it's not the answer at all you fool. I bet you don't even know the answer at all. And, if you do, your answer will be so erroneous", replied Mrs. Woodston in a smart aleck manner. "Really, you will see", said Jack. "Well, what is your answer then?" asked Mrs.

Woodston, who thinks she has superiority over Jack. "I don't have an answer at all", answered the male fox. The female fox laughed like a silly hyena. However, she was laughing for the wrong reason.

"You are as stupid as a fox. Besides, instead of living with me in this house, you should be walking the tracks. So, you might as well take a sack and attach it to a stick and get out of here", replied Mrs.

Woodston. "By, the way for your information, I do know the answer to the question that you were asking. And, I also have a definition and an example from the top of my head", said Jack. "Ooh, I'm scared", Mrs. Woodston replied, sarcastically.

She said, "But, then again, you would probably need a Dictionary to look it up. However, wait, you don't know how to read.

I just forgot that you are some sort of an illiterate and you claim that you're this genius. Prove to me that you are a genius, prove to me that your answers are not erroneous, and show me that you have a good command of the English language, you fool." "Okay, I'll prove to you that I am way smarter than you. I won't even look at a dictionary", said Jack Woodston confidently.

"Oh, really. You sound quite confident for a stupid one. Are you sure you don't need a dictionary?" asked Mrs. Woodston. Without looking at the dictionary, Jack defined the word 'analytical.' "The word 'analytical' means that you make a critical study of an object, you critique an object based on its features and characteristics, and you make a judgement on a scenario based on pure, clear evidence."

"You're smarter than I thought you were. But, you're not smart enough. Now, can you give me a good and honest example of a time when you would have to use analytical thinking?" asked Mrs.

Woodston condescendingly.

"Sure, an example of a scenario where one would have to use analytical thinking is when one could see a law that is being passed that is alleged to be quite arbitrary and unjust. One must study the law to see if it is fair or unfair. To add more to my answer, the congress is supposed to do it and they have been doing it since the
Marbury versus Madison
Case. The analysis of laws by congress is called Judicial Review. Now, the public could also decide whether a law is arbitrary by making a critical analysis. Now, I hate to rub it in your ugly face, but, I am the right one. Sorry", answered Jack. "Hey, you don't talk to me with that kind of an attitude", replied Mrs. Woodston.

"I just did. And, what are you going to do about it?" asked Jack. "Who the hell do you think you are?" asked Mrs. Woodston.

"Jack Woodston, the one who gave you your last name", answered Mr. Woodston. "You can't be so malicious and nasty to me. I am only allowed to act like that because I am your wife. And, I don't act like garbage in any way shape or form", replied Mrs. Woodston. "Excuse me. But, the last I checked, I am the sole owner of this house", said Jack. "No, remember that we tied the knot. If you don't remember that. Then, you're a stupid spaz", yelled Mrs. Woodston.

"Who are you to call me a stupid spaz when you always have your hideous hair messed up on a daily basis?" asked Jack nastily.

"Young man, my hair is never messed up. My hair is always long, shining red, and straight. Unlike you, I don't go hunting. Instead, I do things that you would never dream of doing in your entire lifetime", answered Mrs. Woodston. Showing a facial smug at Mrs.

Woodston, Jack asked, "Like what do you do that is so great?" "I do a lot more housework than you", answered Mrs. Woodston.

"Oh yeah, like this house is so clean when there are pots and pans lying all over. You are nothing but a lazy pig", replied Jack.

"Who are you calling a lazy pig?" asked the female fox. "I am", answered Jack. The female Red Fox became a fiery, infuriated, beastly fox. Her red long hair started to stick up like a flame. She is perspiring like an Olympic Athlete. However, her perspiration is not present due to hard work. The presence of perspiration is due to rage and hatred. Her mouth is open in shock and all of her twenty six sharp teeth were showing. She is acting like a Lion ready to eat a Zebra.

While she opened her mouth in extreme anger, she started drooling like a Boxer who waits for meal time. And, despite, acting like beastly animals she possessed all of the characteristics of a Red Fox. She is still a Red Fox. And, an angry one at the moment too. She started laughing in anger. "Jack, come over here", she said clenching her teeth. "Okay", he answered sarcastically.

"You'll have to try and get me first", he said. Will and Light remained on the uncomfortable couch. She ran throughout the abode in anger and disgust. First traveling into the kitchen. He dashed down the shale stairs and across the table. She immediately chased him.

However, she didn't move to his side of the table. She tried to deceive him. "Who would not want to resist having the rest of the delicious dinner?" she asked.

The male fox licked his lips and, felt tempted to eat. "Sure", he answered. He bent down and grabbed a piece of the Sockeye Salmon Dinner. When he bent down, she retrieved the Straw Chair behind her.

She slammed him with the chair and he fell to the ground dropping the piece of fish. A loud thud was heard. "Have you lost your mind?"

asked Jack. "No, I think you lost your mind because you fell for my deception", answered Mrs. Woodston. Jack was lying on the ground for thirty seconds. While he was lying on the cold stony surface, she ran over to the pantry. And, all of the pots and pans were flying down.

KABOOM, KABOOM, and KABOOM! These are the noises of the falling clay pots and pans. Some of the kitchen instruments cracked into many pieces. Finally, all of the pots and pans are out of the way.

She retrieved the flour in anger while, Jack is still lying on the table.

Finally, he managed to stand up. Mrs. Woodston walked behind him and tossed the flour on him. His reddish brown hair turned into an angel white color. He coughed. After that, he turned around. "What are you going to do now?" asked Mrs. Woodston.

"Nothing", answered Jack. He turned around and crossed his arms, as though he is thinking of something important. He turned around and, swung three punches at her. POW, POW, POW! The sounds of the punches are very loud. These back-busting punches could cause somebody to be knocked out unconscious. Yet, they didn't knock out Mrs. Woodston. All these three punches caused were two black eyes and a couple of lumps. Jack is as malevolent as Mrs.

Woodston. The female fox would often have anger outbursts. And, yet, not a single soul had knowledge about her anger outbursts. When ever she had an angry attitude, the fiery outburst would be heard throughout the abode. "Do you want more?" asked Mrs. Woodston.

"More fish?" asked Jack. "Yeah", answered Mrs. Woodston sarcastically.

"Okay", replied Jack. He bent over a second time to retrieve more fish. While he is taking some extra pieces of the dinner, Mrs.

Woodston duplicitously walked over to the Left Hallway. Hanging on the wall is a stick that was made of wood from a tree. The stick looks to be uneven and some of the bark is still present. She retrieved the stick. Snickering quietly, she walked up to him. Finally, she arrived next to him and, positioned herself in a stance of intimidation. "I have a gift for you", said Mrs. Woodston.

"What kind?" asked Jack. "Get up, turn to your right, and you'll see", she answered with her teeth clenched in a grin. Jack foolishly turned around. KAPOW! This beastly female fox smacked him in the stomach with the weapon. The impact of the strike is so strong that he (Jack) went flying through the kitchen and into the secondary firepit. Fortunately the firepit, is not being used. However, there are food scraps of butchered bones from the Sockeye Salmon.

When Jack had fallen into the firepit, crunching noises were heard due to the snapping fish bones. Below those dirty fish bones, are food scraps that dated back months ago. Surprisingly, flies or insects are not able to be seen in the secondary firepit. Mrs. Woodston laughed in amusement.

"Looks like you can't get out of there", she said. "Oh, yes I can. It's not going to be easy. But, I will manage to get out of this pit in some way", he replied. "There's a fat chance that you will be able to get out of there", said Mrs. Woodston. "Really, you wanna' bet?"

asked Jack. "Yes", answered Mrs. Woodston. "And, what do you want the bet to be?" asked Jack. "Your life", she answered. "Okay", he replied. Jack screamed for help and, the benevolent alien, Will ran down the shale stairs. "Do you want to mess around with my friend?"

he asked. "No", answered Mrs. Woodston. "That's what I thought", replied Will. He walked over to Jack, who is lying in the secondary firepit.

"What are you doing here?" he (Jack) asked. "I am here to rescue you from your wife", answered Will. "Yeah, I know that she's nothing but a witch", replied Jack. "Now, I am going to rescue you", said Will. He reached his arm into the secondary firepit. Mrs.

Woodston walked quietly to Will, who is reaching his arm to rescue Jack. She pushed Will into the secondary fireplace. He twisted his foot in a three hundred and sixty degree turn and, he grabbed the wife, who had the attitude of a witch, and tossed her into the primary firepit, which is being used. There is a flame still in the primary firepit. The female fox's fiery colored fur burnt in the flame of the primary firepit. Her red fur turned to the color of charcoal black. After thirty seconds of sitting in the flame, Will pulled her out immediately.