High above the earth’s atmosphere, in a satellite in the year 100 million, a boy with a light-bulb-shaped head, glasses, a blue t-shirt, dark blue shorts, red shoes, and a small bushel of brown hair was putting in the final pieces for his sons of liberty puzzle. Suddenly, an alarm went off and the all of the same alarm light all around the satellite glowed red, then off, then blue, then off, red, off, blue, off—and so on. The boy knew exactly what it was. It was the History Instability Alarm. He left his almost-finished puzzle and went to the computer room.
A really big time cop was practicing his sharp-shooting skills. He flung his laser up and started to twirl it on his finger. That’s when the History Instability Alarm went off. He sighed, pocketed his gun, and went to the computer room.
A robot with somewhat of human features was making a scuffle he was hopping to serve to the boy and the time cop. As he was putting on the final touch, the History Instability Alarm went off. He sadly walked away from his creation to—yes—the computer room, and began typing a command into the keyboard. By the time he was done, the boy and time cop came in.
“Bring er’ up, Larry” the boy said cheerfully.
Larry, short for The Larry 3000, pressed enter on the keyboard an image fizzed onto the main screen then shorted out.
“Odd.” He said. “The computer seems to be malfunctioning.”
The time cop suddenly raised his arms up in defense, suddenly calling out, in a southern accent, “I DIDN’T DO IT!!”
Larry eyed him suspiciously, so the boy came into defense, as a witness.
“It can’t have been Tuddrussel!” he said. “I never saw him go near the computer room.”
“Your probably just sticking up for him, aren’t you Otto?” Larry suddenly snapped. “Or are you the one who did it?”
Otto looked shocked, “How could you accuse me of such a thing?!” he cried. “I respect the equipment!”
“Really?” Larry jeered. “Mister ‘What’s-this-button-do’?”
“That was only once.” He told him. “(Mostly because you slapped my hand) and I wasn’t going to press it anyway.”
Larry sighed and said, “Alright. The computer probably has some sort of bug in it.”
Otto’s eyes were transfixed in horror on the screen. “What’s happening?” he asked.
Tuddrussel and Larry looked at the screen, which was now shinning blinding white. All three covered their eyes, as the light seemed to enclose on them. Then, suddenly, Otto felt himself seem to disintegrate then get sucked away. It reminded him of time traveling, but something told him this was no ordinary mission (if you could call all those other crazy adventures ordinary missions).