Here is the next installment of Classified. Yet another round of silly antics, and of course… Clinton slander.
Refer to chapter 1 for an explanation on why this story is silly and juvenile. For the previous installments of this saga:
Chapter 5 – Government Conspiracies
We stepped inside to the rather tropical atmosphere within The Dock. “Hey, how about some drinks before you head to the basement,” the bartender said. We were still piling into the restaurant as he spoke.
“No thanks, we’re in a hurry.” Eddie said. Dimwit came up beside me, popped a piece of gum in his mouth and put his arm around my shoulder. We stepped into a larg room that had nothing in it. Dimwit looked at me and smiled.
“Woah! We’re takin’ the service elevator!” He ran up to Eddie and asked if he could push the buttons. I looked around and realized that the Spiffies were all lining up along the walls as if they were in the marines or something, except that they all had their arms crossed. It was also perfectly quiet except for the clicking and tapping of their shoes as they filed into place. Dimwit stood up perfectly straight with his hand on the switch. “You are about to embark on a mission into the depths of the earth. Your assignment… please stand as you are and don’t flinch no matter what happens. If you choose to, you may look into our viewing window which lies beneath your feet.” I looked down and almost jumped onto the ceiling. I was standing on a thick glass window and there was nothing but a shaft that went straight down. “What lies beneath you is nothing, and so you shall boldly travel to there.” He pointed down to the nothingness that sort of captured all of his attention.
“Woah! This is the part that Dimwit thinks is DA BOMB!”
He flipped the switch and dove face down for the center of the room. Before he could hit the floor, we became weightless. His dog tags floated up, and as his sunglasses floated away from his face, he quickly pushed them back on. Suddenly he twisted upwards and hit a button on the ceiling. Some rock music came on at full blast. Dimwit hit the ceiling with his feet and started break dancing in mid air. All of the Spiffies came out of their ghostly postures and started to hoot and holler. I figured, what the heck and pushed off to the center of the room and started to do the same thing Dimwit was doing. Before I knew it, it was the end of the ride and we slowed to a stop. We stepped off into a huge cave. I mean, this place was huge!
Eddie came up beside me with Dimwit. “How did you like my service elevator?” he said as we stepped towards one of the many tables filled with laboratory equipment.
“I loved it” I said smiling at Eddie and then Dimwit who had a huge grin on his face. I decided that I should finally start asking questions. “What is the case?” I said to Eddie. “Why are we down in the depths of the earth with a bunch of spiffy guys?” He smiled and sat in a chair next to a table.
“We are a part of this world’s government which is fighting against your exiled government.” I opened my mouth to speak but he held up a finger to silence me. “We are the good, they are the bad. They are a group of Clinton wannabes from your city who followed Clinton here. They are a group that will stop at nothing to destroy your world and dominate mine out of greed and anger.” I wrinkled my forehead and thought for a minute.
“So why is there a Clinton back on my planet?” I asked intrigued at this bit of information.
“Why else do you think they perfected the cloning process?” he said and started typing on a laptop on the table in front of him. “Okay how about that monster that tried to attack you the first night we met?”
“That was Imsotite, he’s Dimwit’s arch enemy.” We both looked at Dimwit who was on another computer with headphones on. I could almost hear the blaring lead guitar from where I was.
“What about the compound we found in the car?” I asked looking at the lab equipment.
“I’ve got it here and it consists of all substances found in golf balls.”
Comments (3)
love it!
It’s fun to read this all these years later.
oh, duh, just figured this out. That little pic icon on the top was me. I know, that’s typical of my behavior.