It wasn't really gone that long.
But they felt like they'd been waiting forever.
So when it finally came back, they were so surprised.
But they felt like they'd been waiting forever.
So when it finally came back, they were so surprised.
“I sure didn’t expect this,” said Chardion. He was pretty anxious, but he couldn't watch that surprising ship return to its harbor. He had to stare straight ahead. Partly because he had such an important job: he was guarding the most important gate on the whole island! But mostly, Chardion didn’t look at Scobatron IV because everyone always stared straight ahead in this dumb show.
Scobatron IV was annoyed. “And we’re just supposed to let them in. Why do we even guard this stupid gate?” He was half robot, but all attitude.
Except he knew it wasn’t a stupid gate. It was a strong gate. And inside was the most important thing ever.
“I’m scared.” Chardion had never seen a dead girl before.
“Don’t be a pussy cat. You’re a full-grown lion.”
“Half lion.”
“Whatever. Just remember, she’ll be more surprised by us than we are of her.”
Chardion took a deep breath. It didn’t make much sense, but he felt a little better. And slowly, they opened that important gate.
***
The Giraffetasaur brooded handsomely over Brittany’s dead body. That last cure had killed her, like he’d planned. But if she was going to come back, the Giraffetasaur had to find the most important thing on that mysterious island. He’d figured there would be a few episodes of suspenseful buildup before she was a lead character again.
The most beautiful nurse sat on the other side of the room, warming milk. It was almost time to feed the baby. “I hope you’re not expecting a warm welcome,” she said.
The Giraffetasaur glared. “Blondie, other than that milk,” he kept his eyes on Brittany, “I ain’t expecting anything warm.”
She sighed. "You never could write dialogue..."
Just then that big-headed baby came toddling down the stairs. It was such a miracle that the baby was walking, but no one looked too surprised: strange things always happened on the island.
“We're secured to the dock." The baby was talking. "They’re opening the gate. Maybe a dozen men on the other side, but no sign of who we’re looking for.” It wasn’t the best grammar, but the baby was so young.
The nurse was worried. If they didn’t find it soon, Brittany might stay dead. Forever. “Are they armed?”
“Looks like it.”
The Giraffetasaur raised his focus from Brittany for the first time. “Well ain’t that a shame…”
“What’s a shame?” Brittany was confused. She shouldn’t have had any dialogue this episode. Mostly because she was dead. But the writers weren’t known for their attention to detail.
The Giraffetasaur stood up. “Shame, ‘cause if I’d known they were having me a welcome-home party, I’da put on a nicer shirt.” He was being so arrogant and sarcastic. It was hot.
The nurse started to walk away, then turned back with a question: “Home?”
The Giraffetasaur stared a long time at Brittany before answering, “I was born here.”
“You mean…” the baby was so shocked.
“You got it, kid. Welcome to the Suprisland”
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