Nareeka was a nice world. A place where the shopping was very well known. If anyone asked you what you did while visiting Nareeka you could always talk about the shopping. At this particular moment Frankie and George had decided to take their time off from school on Nareeka, for the shopping of course.
"Hey Frankie, want another soda? Frankie, FraAnK!" Frankie was not responding, just staring off into the sky. George walked up to him with a soda and cranked his neck to see what Frankie was staring at. High above them and just off to the right of the moon was a streaking fireball. It appeared to be heading right for them.
In the middle of the firestorm a quickly roasting duck sat musing about his recent exploits. His last trip hadn't exactly gone as planned. First the zombie mutated ducks had decided to try to make a comeback and then to top it all off, he hadn't gotten paid. Scum that’s what the CCC is, pure scum. He thought to himself. Well they'll learn soon enough who'll get the last quack. Smiling as only a Cyborg Mutant Duck could, Quantum Duck settled in for re-entry. He didn't mind, he was going on vacation.
The ball of fire slammed into the beach throwing sand into the air and into George's open soda. As the flames cooled the shape of a ship amidst all the wreckage of a poor hot dog stand strewn amongst dunes of glass appeared. George, Frankie, and a few other brave souls walked hesitantly to the edge of the new twenty foot deep crater on PeeYlesure beach. As they reached the edge they heard the inconsistent pop of hot dogs roasting on the heated glass and in the pooling flames. Raising their heads above the mottled glass ridge George and the crowd watched the main side hatch open with a hiss.
I'll have to find a replacement for that port-side thrust matrix controller somewhere here. Quantum Duck mused as he walked out of the port hatch. After two steps it finally registered that the high-pitch whine he'd been hearing was actually the screaming of an elderly tourist who'd finally had the sense to faint. Stepping away from the hatch Quantum Duck pulled a small cigar shaped device from his belt and pressed a button. There was a collective intake of air as the crowd drew a quick sharp breath. The ship's hatch shut and the ship emitted two loud beeps and flashed its landing lights. The crowed let out a collective sigh. Calmly Quantum Duck scanned the crater he was in, picked a spot to jump out and proceeded to leap the twenty-feet and landed with a slap on the newly created glass walkway. Sometimes being flat footed isn't all its thought to be.
Scanner humming along Quantum Duck zoned in on his target and started gingerly walking towards a fruit drink stand 20 meters away. The screams, panic and running masses didn't faze him as he winged his way through the crowds.
Francis Del Wado the Third had a high opinion of himself, his fruit juice stand and himself. His remaining three hairs were combed sharply over his shiny pate and his curly thin mustache was trimmed and waxed to perfection each morning by his faithful Mustache O' WonderBot. For the past thirty years he had been selling fruit punch drinks to silly tourists at exorbitant prices and enjoyed a simple life punctuated by the occasional luxury. When the fireball from the heavens flew overhead his two customers left without paying. They offered to pay but the man was struck dumb by the years of self-centeredness and his withered imagination couldn't comprehend what was happening was real and so gasping in exhaustion it dropped the lead ball of reality on Francis' head. It was in this state of mind that Quantem Duck reached him. A pina-colata with a twist, please "A ah a what sir?" A pina-colata with a twist, don't tell me you don't know how to make a pina-colata with a twist. "I am afraid I don't... sir?" With a hrumph and some ruffled feathers later Quantem Duck had a free fruit drink and a complimentary little umbrella with the imprint of Del Wado's smiling face and springy mustache. Drink firmly in wing Quantum Duck found an abandoned lounge chair, turned it to the sunset in the north and began sipping his drink through his candy striped straw. Well, sipping as best as one can with a bill for a mouth that is.
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