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hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wel my last ekspedishun to owter spayse may hav sort of ended with me gitting baykd into a potato and droppd frum orbit but never feer i am not giving up!!! this time i am planning ahedd chek it owt!!!
Having unexpectedly encountered my old and long-presumed-deep-fried nemesis, Darth Tater, our spaceship has found itself surrounded by superior forces, cut off from outside assistance, and about to be boarded. It looks like I will spend the rest of my days as a prisoner of Darth Tater, perhaps an exhibit in his petting zoo; but as the rest of the crew files out on deck to be clapped in chains, Harry Stamper grabs my collar and pulls me into one of the air ducts. Crazy at it seems, he thinks we have a chance against Tater and his minions. Even crazier, he tells me to start calling him John McClane.
After discovering that I have inadvertently changed history and transformed flyball from a dog sport into a human sport, I hurried back to the Doghouse of Justice so that I could return to ancient Rome and rectify the situation. But evidently my commands to the Doghouse of Justice’s computers were misinterpreted yet again, and I have found myself taken to a different arena from the one I had intended to visit …
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With the trouble with taters resolved, the Enterprise has been making good time toward the distant space station that sits at the edge of a dangerous wormhole. Now that we are out of danger, the crew has begun to relax, even though we are approaching the outer limits of explored space. I hope that this is not the wrong time for us to let down our guard, here at the final frontier.
After our apocalyptic battle with Captain Sweet Tater and the Space Spud, things have begun to return to normal aboard the Enterprise. Everyone still mourns Mr. Spock, but our new crew member Mr. Spud has assumed Spock’s duties and continues to impress everyone with his racquetball prowess. Most of the equipment that was damaged during the fight with the Space Spud has been replaced.
I have begun to dream of being returned to earth soon to resume my duties at the department of archeology, investigating lost civilizations and finding lost kongs. But then, mysterious things begin happening aboard the Enterprise — mysterious, and disturbing.
What began as a quest to find the Kong of the Gods has led me into the midst of a battle between two starship captains, each with a will of iron, each commanding one of the most advanced war machines in the galaxy. My training as an archeologist never prepared me for anything like this.
After being forced into an early launch by the unexpected attack from the giant hedgehog known as Spiny Norman, my alien friends have set a course for their homeworld in deep space. Because of a strict no-pets policy enforced by their planetary HOA, I cannot accompany them. Fortunately, their route out of the solar system takes us near a top-secret experimental government starship built with technology obtained from Keepers of the Giant Kong. They give me a strange alien atomic artifact as a parting gift, and then beam me through the icy vacuum of space to my new home aboard the starship Enterprise.