Now that my shuttle has passed through the wormhole, I find myself in a galaxy far, far away. Now that I am closer to it, the enormous object that I took for a moon has proved to be an enormous space station, the likes of which I have never seen before. I can only hope that those who operate it are friendly, because now, they know I am here …
As I near the space station, I lose control of my shuttle as it is seized by a tractor beam and drawn inexorably into the gaping maw of one of the station’s many docking bays.
Once it has landed, the shuttle is immediately boarded by security personnel from the space station. Outnumbered and unarmed, I have no choice but to go with them, despite my grave reservations about the tall fellow in black who talks like the guy who used to do those CNN voice-overs.
As I am being led across the floor under the watchful eye of hundreds of heavily armed stormtroopers, a commotion begins and quickly escalates into a pitched battle between the stormtroopers and an unseen group of rebels. In the chaos, Captain Sweet Tater — evidently a stowaway aboard my escape vessel — emerges from the shuttle and attempts to seize me with his many tendrils, only to fall as laser fire knocks out huge chunks of his savory orange flesh! The tall man in black is likewise felled, as is his minion, who releases his hold on my collar.
The bay fills with the smell of roasting potatoes. I take the opportunity to escape, finding my way through a small uncovered vent that turns out to be a chute leading straight to the space station’s trash compactor. There, I make a startling find:
The unexpected discovery of my brother Tucker and my sister Trixie fills me with renewed determination. I will get them off this space station and back home, somehow; because I am Dennis the Vizsla, and I never give up.
And at least this time, I know Captain Sweet Tater is dead, because I saw it with my own eyes. Never again will he trouble my adventures with his mischief …. never again.
Oh Dear! They should have maded mashed sweet tataers (like momma makes) out of him and had him for dinner instead!
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Cai and Fergus love to smell into worm holes! Then they lick the dirt to make it even smellier, and roll in it.
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I’d like a large order of fries, please!
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That wormhole must have been large for all three of you to get through there…especially Trixie. Dennis, I’m surprised you could leave the smell of taters cooking so easily!
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This is very exciting. I think maybe we haven’t seen the end of Captain Sweet Tater after all.
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Woohooo backup!! 🙂
V-V
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the smell of roasting potato, the smell of VICTORY!!!!!!!
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Fry ’em up! Fry ’em up!
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DENNIS! Hai,I is Jake here! I finally got the mom to post da awards yoo gavedid us! I fink dat the kittys like bein superheros but they said the dawghouse of justiss smells like woofies. D’UH! Silly kittys!! Dawghouses is fer dawgs not kittys!
OHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOY !!
::springs in my feet::
::springs in my feet::
I is Jake!
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uh. I doan unnerstan u wen u tawk abowt this kinda stuff at all. sunny sez she duz.
okanok
hi 5s
Scooter
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