Hello, Gang.

In chapter 10, we left our heroes, J.J., cinde, and greg, in an awful predicament.

The gist being, Captain J.J., wanted to steer the juggernaut of a space ship, the UEXXON, cinde, to the left, away from the baby bush bomb, and to safety. Queen, cinde, in a state of denial, had usurped captain J.J.'s authority, and grabbing the controls of the ship, steered the great ship, the UEXXON, cinde, to the right, directly towards the baby bush bomb. Now, let's get back to the story...

Captain J.J., of the UEXXON, cinde, without further discussion, reached out, and grabbed helms member, greg's left shoulder, and tugged on it.

"Owww," said greg, as he watched his left shoulder, pull his left arm, pull his left hand, pull the tiller, of the majestic spaceship, the UEXXON, cinde, and swerve it hard back towards the left.

"No! You don't understand we must go to the right," said queen, cinde pulling helms member, greg's right shoulder, pulling his right arm, pulling his right hand, which pulled the tiller, thus aiming the ship to the right, back towards the baby bush bomb.

"No! Leave the driving to us. The left," commanded captain J.J., tugging helms member greg's left shoulder, steering the great ship towards the left.

"I'm the queen, and i say right!" said the queen tugging on the right shoulder of helms member, greg, steering them to the right.

"But i'm the captain! My rank is above the queen, when on the bridge of any space ship. So, Naa, naa, naa. To the left, helms member," J.J. said as he tugged hard on helms member, greg's left shoulder. The UEXXON, cinde swiftly turned to the left.

"Right," screamed queen cinde. The Giant ship turned to the right.

"Left," screamed captain J.J. The space ship turned back to the left.

"Right!" "Left!" "Right!" "Left!"

"Owww, owwwww, owwwwwww, owwwwwwwwwwwwww," said greg. "I better get disability insurance for this."

The constant fluctuation in the trajectory of the Giant space ship, the UEXXON, cinde, was causing some confusion to the baby bush bomb.

After having rotated all it's mirrors to a new position, facing the oncoming, enemy space craft, a new calculation was telling all the mirror motors to, now, shift all the mirrors back to the old trajectory, and to where the mirrors had been placed before.

"Whirrr," went the electric motors of the baby bush bomb.

But, no sooner had it repositioned it's mirrors than the baby bush bomb sensed a need to change, for the large enemy object was, once again, coming straight at it.

The motors for the large mirrors of the baby bush bomb, had to shift back, "Whirrr," then forth, "WhirrrEr," then back, "Whirrizzzit. Pop," then forth, "Whirripple. ZiTTT. sTITchittt." KaBZZzzzt. KaZAPPPeuweee"

The small electric motors which moved the mirrors were not meant to be used for more than a few seconds at a time. The mirror motors started to overheat the 9 volt battery, which was it's power source.

An oxygen hose, attached to a retro-rocket, came loose after being rubbed by one of the mirrors, once too often. A spark jumped from one of the overheated wires, followed the oxygen path back to the retro-rockets, and ignited them.

The baby bush bomb, with 3 seconds before detonation, fired it's retro-rockets, and made a complete 180 degree turn. The targeting sensors of the baby bush bomb, picked up the fleeing cheney space ship, which was now directly up ahead.

The baby bush bomb quickly locked onto the ship. All the reflective power of the baby bush bomb, was now aimed directly at it's last detected enemy object, the evil cheney space craft.

The evil captain of the cheney space ship turned, and looked at the large mirror of the baby bush bomb, which was now facing him. He saw the blue start up flicker, in the center of the mirror, and knew his fate was to die, and quite soon.

The evil cheney space ship captain stood stoically on the bridge, and stared at the large space mirror. He noted the beautiful flawless design of the 3 mile in diameter mirror, that comprised the bomb. A bomb he had helped design. "My foes are too darn clever for me," he said. "I wonder how they got the baby bush bomb to reverse it's direction three seconds before detonation? They must be far, far, more advanced in their thinking processes, than i."

The evil captain started to comb his few strands of cheney hair that were left on his pale curving scalp. The evil captain could see his face enlarged enormously in the light concentrating mirrors of the baby bush bomb. The evil captain stared at his own face, trying to guess how his own folly, had brought him to this fate. But all the evil captain could see was his own smirking, hateful, grimace, in space. "I forgot to floss," he thought.

The flash was beautiful, and blinding. The evil cheney space ship was gone, and had never been.

The shadows, and light, shot across the universe, and echoed back as harmless light bubbles on the UEXXON cinde's hull. All was safe.

"You see," said queen, cinde, letting go of helms member, greg, so that she could shake captain J.J. Quite violently, i might add. "I told you the bomb was a fake!"

"I guess you were right, queen, cinde," said J.J. to his angry queen, "the bomb must have been a dud. But it sure is beautiful, like you m'lady.""Oh, J.J.," said queen cinde, while blushing a deep purple red, "You'll be the death of me."

"Wake up! J.J. Wake up," shouted cast member cinde shaking J.J., and yelling, so J.J. could hear her. "Are you okay? Are you breathing? I can't tell if you are breathing or not! Oh, my god! I hope he isn't dead," said cast member, cinde, starting to panic.

J.J. raised his sleepy head, and opened one eye just enough to be able to see that his queen, cinde was alive, and safe. "I will be happy to take on this great award ship of admiral," said J.J. with a big grin on his face. Then J.J. waved, and fell back asleep.

"Oh, J.J. You had me so worried. I thought you were dead, but you were just dreaming," cast member, cinde said softly, while combing J.J.'s hair out of his eyes with her fingers.

She looked at J.J., then lovingly placed her hand over her heart, and sighed. "You will be the death of me, yet, J.J. Whew! Or should i say admiral, J.J."

As the mini-monorail sped cast member's, greg, cinde, and J.J., onward to the rescue.

Your pal,
Ed

P.S. Chapter twelve, J.J.'s Lucky Number. I know you can't wait.