I wrote a post that ties in well with this one: Fact or Fiction Omniscient or Opinions  (https://tombeetlebailey.wordpress.com/2016/05/24/fact-or-fiction-omniscient-or-opinions/).

In the animated movie “Inside Out” the viewer travels inside the brains of a little girl. 

They explore the different emotions and thoughts that are going on in her mind.

At one point they come to the “TRAIN OF THOUGHT”, which is literally a train that travels around in her mind.

I tried to include a video clip in this post of that scene but I just couldn’t find it so let me try to paint it for you…

While on that train they knock over crates. One is marked “facts” the other is labled “opinions.” As they frantically try to straighten things up  “Joy and Sadness” (two of the characters)  are concerned that they are mixing the facts with opinions, putting the wrong ones in the wrong case. Another character (“Bing Bong” an imaginary friend) explains, “It happens all the time!” (It has been a while since I’ve seen it so I hope I got that right, you get the gist).

Funny but true.

 It is important to know what you believe in. My dad always said, 

Know what you stand for or you’ll fall for anything.

When it comes to organized religion, religious people will fight and debate,  even go to war, with other religions over how each of them interpret God’s truths (His word).

 Today’s verse brought to my mind the question of what some call, “eternal security”. 

Some believe that once you have dedicated your life to God you are heaven bound, no material what. Others will say, you must stay in that dedicated state or you won’t be allowed to enter heaven (glory).

  I recall saying to my dad maybe both sides are partially wrong and partially right. 

 As you enter into a “relationship” with Christ,  rather than try to follow “religion” He is able to continue to guide you. 

Perhaps you’ll still stray from time to time as children and sheep do and you’ll need his word as a shepherd’s rod to nudge, tug, sway and pull you where He wants you to go.

 His Word, especially the New Testament is full of warnings and guidance to remind us where we need to be, where He wants us to be, in our relationship with Him. 

He doesn’t want a church (a bride) who is cheating on Him. Yet, at the same time, He continues to work on perfecting us until that final day.

He does His part, it is up to us to do ours.

If we are honest with ourselves we realize that as we full dedicated our lives to Him we are His but our relationship doesn’t just end with that 1st time dedication, realization and commitment. 

We may, unknowingly sin or even deliberately, go against the new nature He gives us. We may not fully understand what His Holy Spirit is saying to us or ignore Him altogether.

CHRIST, no one else, is our judge.

 He knows all (He is omniscient). He knows our hearts & minds. He is able to understand that we are still human, even when He makes us His new creation.

In this maze of life our own train of thought maybe get derailed. We may mess up & mix our opinions with the facts of His Word but ultimately He is in control (all powerful or omnipotent)  and as long as we believe, put our trust and whole heart in His care, His grace & mercy will prevail.

Here is today’s verses:

So now there is no condemnation for those who belong to Christ Jesus. And because you belong to him, the power of the life-giving Spirit has freed you from the power of sin that leads to death. The law of Moses was unable to save us because of the weakness of our sinful nature. So God did what the law could not do. He sent his own Son in a body like the bodies we sinners have. And in that body God declared an end to sin’s control over us by giving his Son as a sacrifice for our sins.
Romans 8:1‭-‬3 NLT


It’s up to us (our will) to let God do His work in us. When our will surrenders and submits to God He separates us from our old sinful nature, creates in us a new creature and promises us an eternal home with Him.

We live the Kingdom life now and will be part of His Kingdom forever. 

Walk (activly) in His light as He is in the light.

My prayer:

Lord, your kingdom come. Your will be done on Earth as it is in heaven. Heavenly Father, 

when i pray, help me to not be like the hypocrites. Your son, my Savior, tells us that they (hypocrites) love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by others. Help me to not be a religious actor

YOU tell me, 

people like that 

have already received their reward in full (the praise of mankind). I want to please You, my God, not mankind. As I pray now and every time i pray, going into my room, help me close the door and pray to You, you alone. You are my Father, who is unseen. You are my faceless friend. Then you, my dad, who sees what is done in secret, will reward me.  And when i pray, may i not keep on babbling like pagans either, for they think they will be heard because of their many words.  I do not desire to be like them, for you, our master, know what we need before we ask You.   This, then, is how i pray:   “ ‘Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Holy, separated from this world. 

May your Kingdom come soon. May your will be done on earth, as it is in heaven. 

Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, As we forgive our debtors. And do not lead us into temptation, But deliver us from the evil one. For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. In the name of The LORD Jesus Christ. Amen.


(Praying the scripture, Matthew 6:5‭-‬13) 

In Christ and for His sake, Beetle 


Let your character [your moral essence, your inner nature] be free from the love of money [shun greed–be financially ethical], being content with what you have; for He has said, “I will never [under any circumstances] desert you [nor give you up nor leave you without support, nor will I in any degree leave you helpless], nor will I forsake  or  let you down  or  relax M y hold on you [assuredly not]!” So we take comfort and are encouraged and confidently say, “T he Lord is my H elper [in time of need], I will not be afraid . W hat will man do to me ?”

HEBREWS 13:5‭-‬6 AMP


Who shall ever separate us from the love of Christ? Will tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?



Story -“THE PARK” (Accents, Edit and Spacing)

My book, The Park, is now published by someone other than just me….https://library.biblioboard.com/content/1c973c98-7a7f-45bc-89a9-a0c0fe14898d

This is the short story, “THE PARK”, originally written in 2008. I’ve been working on this on and off over the years. Here’s what I hope is the final draft of it…
A very special thanks to all my children, Abbey, Madi, Olivia, Kyri and Alexx for all their inspiration.
I also want to thank my mom (Faye), she will be editing what is below, and my Wife (Rhonda) who helped me write parts as well as put up with me as I drug her through THE PARK in this story.

“The Park” -The story of kids who sneak into an abandoned amusement park that ends up having a mind of its own.

The Park Audio playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLnjQOVtw61egg8h059EcGnKs-u0KcWEew

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This story or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means – electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise – without prior written permission of the publisher.

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or businesses in practice, are purely coincidental. The views expressed here are my own, as are whatever factual errors exist in the text.

Illustrations by Olivia


David peeled the rusted chain link fence up high enough for his two friends, Ron and Jeremy, to get under it.

Each boy went under belly first, skateboards and in-line skates in hand.

David was the last one through.

Bits of rust grabbed at the back of his shirt.

Ron tried to hold the fence up while Jeremy pulled David the rest of the way in.

They snuck past old arcade booths and deserted Midway rides.

The boys ran hunched over as if they were invading a foreign country.

There was a certain amount of excitement while trespassing, not to mention the thrill that awaited them as they snuck their way in, just a short distance to their set destination, the abandoned water slides.

With great determination they climbed up the artificial rocks to reach the starting point of one slide that gradually dropped 100 yards with all kinds of unexpected gyrations.

David volunteered to walk his way down the slide first to remove the debris, broken tree limbs, lots of leaves and even a few rock.

He inched his way down and around each bend as he yelled, “I’ll holler at you when I get to the bottom!”

The boys nodded and we’re about to burst with anticipation and a touch of fear. Their eyes were big.

“Be careful!”, shouted Ron.

“You’re such a wimp.”, tease Jeremy, which called for a shove from Ron.

They heard David’s voice as he descended, “Ronnie?!” Ron answered thinking it was something important, “Yeah? I can hear you!”

David shouted, “You’re a whimp!” He grinned as Ron replied, “Shut up you poser!” David just laughed.

The boys had been waiting for this day for a long time. They found out what they could about this ghost town of sorts.

In their research they found that at one point it had all the major attractions and amusements, if not more than, some of the world’s largest and well-known Carnivals, Fairgrounds and major theme parks.

The park was advertised as unlike anywhere else on earth and its biggest secret of all was supposed to be revealed the first day they officially opened to public.

There were rumors about all of the world’s best Auto metronics, Hi-Tech mechanical devices and state-of-the-art robots that function like people.

The big selling point wasn’t just the enormous size of the Park or it’s amazing rides and entertainment but actually how the park functioned.

There was a lot of anticipation and years of counting down until the opening day.

Apparently there was some controversy about it as well.

Sadly the park had been shut down and closed to the public before most people even got to step inside it’s gates.

The boys could care less about all of that they just wanted to get in, explore and to skate the empty water slides.

That was their main mission.

While David made his way down the one slide the two boys above looked around nervously.

Ron said, “I can’t even read this sign.”

“That’s cuz you can’t read!”, Jeremy mocked.

Ronnie punched his friend in the arm as he argued, “NO, IT’S CAUSE YOU BROUGHT YOUR LITTLE SISTER’S CRAPPIE FLASH LIGHTS!”

“Look…”, Jeremy said, “…You can see for miles from way up here.”

“Yeah, just as long as no one sees us.”, confirmed his friend.


Meanwhile, miles away, John Hanson, the owner and founder of “Forever Happy Amusements Inc.”, met with his lawyer and 3 of the world’s top and most prestigious Mechanical Engineer Consultants.

His lawyer, Mr. Goldberg, was addressing John’s concern regarding how liable John would be if someone were to enter the park without permission and become seriously injured.

“In addition to the no trespassing signs, the gate, the outer walls and all the fences are secure right, John?” John spoke with confidence and assertiveness, “Oh yes. OF COURSE. I have had the signs up since before the park opened and they remained up while the park was open and running and filled with people.”

The lawyer gave a snide look at John because of the statement, “Filled with people.”

John was well aware of his lawyers nonverbal language and corrected himself, “Well, we only opened one day and that was just for friends and family members really it was very hush-hush…but we pretested everything!”

John’s voice began to quiver with uncertainty. He was losing his confidence and decided to just answer the initial question, “Yes. Ah, the signs and gates and all are still up.”

One of the chief Engineers, Dr. Hatfield, who had his doctorate degree in civil engineering and mechanical Innovations, spoke up with his strong foreign accent, “Ah…Yez. Mizter. hHannnd Zin iz id?”

John nodded, “Yes, Hanson.”

The doctor continued, “Yez. Ah…nHormally I Vwould bHe a mHan ofv mHHany VwordZ hAand vwell zvHHoken vocHabulary budt I vfind myzself hHHere today Zsimply aHHZsking you…Vwhat iz zthis cRHrAp hhall HAabout? VWhy aHRre vwe HherRe?” He gestured to the other men.

John’s forehead wrinkled.

Mr. Wiggins, another consultant affirmed the question, “Yes, why do you need us?”

John bit his bottom lip and his eyes pleaded for his lawyer to not only answer these fine gentlemen but to make it sound as professional as possible.

His lawyer read John’s desperate cry and cleared his throat, “Well, part of the reason you men have been chosen, or should I say hired, to be here today is for us to explain and simply tell you why you are needed here.”

That sounded redundant thought John. The engineers thought the same thing but they listen for the lawyer to get to the point and business at hand.

“Mr. Hanson here is an engineer as well. He created and built the ‘Forever Happy Amusement Park.’ Part of this enterprise consisted of developing schematics from mechanical engineering resources like none other.”

The men began to look at each other taking their eyes off of Mr. Goldberg. They exchanged looks of doubt, bewilderment and simple disbelief.

After all, the three of them where the cream-of-the-crop, the absolute top notch brains of the world when it came to the most modern, as well as, controversial technology available.

Mr. Wiggins asked, “Why haven’t we heard or seen a thing about this park? Where it is located?”

Mr. Goldberg nodded at John urging him to take over explaining things a little further.

John swallowed hard, “It is kind of out in the boonies, as I like to say. There’s lots of land but in a relatively small town called North Port, Florida.

The population is low, comparatively speaking, but there’s a lot of undeveloped areas. Also, it’s located fairly close to the middle of the state so people can travel from north or south to get to its Simi centralized location. It really is a good spot.”

As he spoke his voice began to crack a little.

Unknown to John there was some cracking going on at his Park even as he spoke.


-Back at the park

COME ON DOWN!!!“, the boys heard David yell.

“Oh yes, sick! You go first Jeremy, that way you can wreck first.”, chuckled Ron.

“Shut up poser! I will go first.” Jeremy didn’t have skates and he wasn’t about to ride his skateboard standing, not on the first run.

So, he laid belly first on the board and yelled, “ROCK N’ ROLL GUYS!”, as he gave himself a push, starting him down the long slope.

He immediately yelled, but it was more out of fear and uncertainty than fun.

Ron laughed out loud and yell down to Dave, “I THINK YOU MISSED SOME STICKS AND STUFF DAVE!” Dave smiled as he climbed as fast as he could to take his turn.

Things were so quiet the boys couldn’t hear anything but Jeremy grunting as he tried to navigate his way past the rough terrain of the neglected slide. When Jeremy reach the bottom they heard a THUD!

“Watch out, remember at the end is a 3 foot drop into an empty cement pool.”, Dave’s delayed reminder arrived to late to be useful.

Ron busted out laughing.

Jeremy stood to his feet and heard a high cracking, then a cranking noise, followed by what sounded like a loud yawn.

He froze.

He wondered if the others heard it. He thought for sure someone else had heard them and they were busted.

Dave and Ron heard it too. They wondered if it was something to do with their friend Jeremy.

David tried to be brave then shouted, “NICE TRY JEREMY!”

“I don’t think that was him Dave.”

SHHHH!!!”, is all they heard back.

Jeremy crouched down behind some bushes and hoped the other boys were hiding too.

His thought was ‘maybe they will be caught but not me.’

Ron and David ducked behind some artificial boulders.

Ron said, “We’re dead dude.”

“Shut up. We’re not caught. it’s just a…aaa, a old tree branch or something.”, David search for words.

Ron hoped David was right and that Jeremy was alright.

Then, what they heard next shook the boys down to their very bones.


Back in the office building miles away…

“The park, like my lawyer said, is like none other.”

John began to speak with more confidence and show that he was very proud of the progress he achieved in modern engineering.

He carried on, “The whole park, rides and all, run just like your brain.”


As he spoke, back at the park there was a deafening BABOOM!!!

At first the boys thought someone was shooting at them.

It was the main generator kicking in and it continued to increase in volume starting with a low, “hummm.”

Jeremy worked his way up the incline, grabbing ahold of fake bushes, artificial grass and foam rocks. By the time he reached the top the other boys had come out from hiding.

“I told you guys we’d get caught! Both of you were too loud dude.”, Jeremy scoffed.

Ron retaliated, “You were just as loud Jeremy!”

David laughed, “Shut up you bugs. Ya’ll are a bunch of puppies. It’s just the generators to like, turn on some of the old lights that go on just to keep things lit after dark.”

“Yeah, security lights right Dave?”, Ron tried to assure himself.

Dave shook is head, “Yep, that’s all. Old unused, unneeded, security lights that no one even pays any attention to anymore.

There’s no reason to patrol the park.

There’s nothing here to steal.

There are signs saying, ‘no trespassing’, but so what!

No one cares anymore, guys relax.

Everybody knows that if someone has the guts to sneak in, like us,

that whatever happens happens and the people sneaking in is at their own risk.

The owners got nothing to worry about because the public was warned.”

“I don’t know, Dave.”, Jeremy’s voice quivered.

“I know you don’t know. That’s why you’re a scared idiot.” David smiled big and looked at Ron, “Are you a puppy too?”

Ron shook his head and began to speak, “…but maybe…”

Dave interrupted, “Look, I’m taking my turn. IF there is someone here,

SOME OLD FART RENT-A-COP!”, he yelled,

“Then let them catch me if they can haha.

What are they going to do torture me?”

Ron said, “Hey Jeremy, I gotta old fart for you! HaHAH!”

With that being said, heard and smelled,

Dave climbed into the entrance tub of the dried-up water slide. He held the side rails and rolled forward and back on his rollerblades.

“Okay, hope you cleared the path even more than I did Jeremy!”, he exclaimed as he shoved off, beginning his extreme daredevilish rush down the dry dirty flume.

Ron and Jeremy looked at each other in disbelief and dismay, not sure that it was a good idea, but they gained their confidence back when they heard Dave’s voice explaining how much fun he was having.


“The way it works gentleman.”, Mr. Hanson continued to address the men at the board table, gaining confidence in what he brought from just a dream into reality.

He was about to reveal his greatest achievement in life. It was also his biggest mistake.

He took a deep breath and began, “It is neuro charged. Just as our brains function every day of our lives.

Neurons match up with electrons and jump from one command to another.

When the neurons dock into the neurotransmitters messages and commands are exchanged between our bodies and our brains.

It’s rather simple really.

Of course, in relation to the park it is synthetic and simply mechanics.

My colleagues and I spent endless planning sessions and asserted every effort to replicate the human body, brain, heart and lungs.

Fluids consisting of precise mixtures of oil, natural fossil fuels and some helpful stimulating herbs, they provide the necessary fuel and flow.

We have replicated how our blood moves and circulates, which in turn, leads to and allows electrical impulses to be shot off, telling our body, or in this case the machine, what to do, as well as, how to act and react.

Again, I am sure you will all understand, it is elementary biology. I haven’t created or invented anything. I just changed its form.”

Mr. Scalp, the third consultant, stood to his feet, “You re-created the brain?! We are mechanical engineers, not medical doctors. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! You think you’re God? You created a body in the form of a whole amusement park?!”

It was more of a statement than a question.

John bowed his head and blushed from mixed feelings and emotions. He felt a certain amount of accomplishment, knowing none of them came up with this brilliant idea; however, he also had an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment as he answered, “Well, no now, I wouldn’t say that I just…”

Dr. Hatfield jumped into the debate. The men sorted out what he had to say in spite of his strong foreign accent, “You Hhave faHbricHated an tampVered vwith vwhat Zthe crHHeator ofV hHHuman lifVe haz alvrHeady done!

ZThere izs a diffHHerenttt betHHVween hHHumanZ and machHinez Mizter Hanzin.

VWe all knHhow zthis and az EngHANineerz vweee reHHzpect zthat and knHow zthat zthe two zshould neHver beHKcome vone.

VWhen you mezz vwith kcrHheaZtion, zTHAT Iz vWHEN YhOU GO FRHOM BEING Z zSCIENTIZ TO BEhhKCOMING A MAAAD ZSCIENTIZ! Zee reZultZ aHre not Honly,


unpreHdictable but could be, AND MOzST LIKELY AhRE, hHHorribly un-iCK-mag-HANable.”

John’s lawyer rushed to his defense. “Now wait a minute! MY client has the best intentions and hasn’t done anything unlawful.

He has not done anything that hasn’t already been done in the natural forces around us, as well as, in US!”

John nodded and added, “I put together a machine that runs on the same principles that are in us. The resources were there to simulate the way our bodies and minds work so that we just…”

Mr. Wiggins took his turn at bat and said two words that every one of them was thinking, “Cloned it!”

John now became upset. He stood to his feet, lean forward and shouted back, “IF THAT IS WHAT YOU WANT TO CALL IT THEN YES, YES! I knew that the way we were created could be harnessed and used for the improvement of our Lives. I knew that we could mimic it with machines.

The world has been crying out, yearning AND LUSTING WITH AND UNQUENCHABLE DESIRE to have robots that can relate and mimic human behavior.”

Mr. Scalp spoke again, “But, you have mocked the creator, thinking you could possibly do better. You, took on the job of creating an entire theme park, not just a single android! Yes, we can follow the blueprint of human life for the building and running of machines but should we?”

Mr. Wiggins said, “HE already has.”

Dr. Hatfield threw his hands in the air and just scoffed, “Mr. Hanzon, I aHsk aKHgain, vWHY have you gathered uz today?”

John’s lawyer stepped up to the plate and spoke as softly and warmly as possible. It was a little strange to hear such a calming tone coming from a defense lawyer.

“Gentlemen, you are the only ones who can help us figure out how to shut the park down.”

All three men said the same words almost in unison, “Shut it down?”

John tried to answer while still sounding rational, “Well… it… sleeps…sometimes.”

Dr. Hatfield responded, “Oh dear Lord.”

Mr. Wiggins let out a nervous gut giggle. For his own assurance that he actually heard things correctly he asked, “It sleeps? You mean it literally sleeps?”

Yes. That is affirmative. Not just a sleep mode, it shuts itself down to rest and…store up its energy…too, well… wake ready to start it’s next day or night, whatever the case may be.”

Mr. Wiggins said with sarcasm, “Psshh, does it dream and sleep walk too?”

Much to their surprise Mr. Hanson replied with sincerity, “Yes. It does.”

John wasn’t sure if they didn’t believe him or if they did believe him but didn’t want to face the facts.

Mr. Goldberg advised John, “Let it all out. Explain the ramifications and why they can truly help us, why we desperately need them.

Mr. Hanson again took a deep breath to finally confess his mistakes, “When it sleeps it shuts down and then when it wakes, when it feels like it, it runs on a supernova charge and the amusements become a nuisance. We have no way of controlling her. The speeds she exudes are extremely dangerous, too fast or too slow…”

John shook his head in despair and stopped talking.

Dr. Hatfield said, “zSo, it’z aHctually a… Bi-polar Park!”

The others laughed much to John and Mr. Goldberg’s dismay.

Mr. Scalp added, “Aaand it is a she!”

Mr. Wiggins joined in, “Does she get PMS? HAHA!” He nudged his associates. They all roared in laughter.

“IT IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER GENTLEMEN!!!”, insisted Mr. Goldberg. “Yes, the rides literally have a mind of their own. She presents a similar psychosis of someone who is manic depressive AND her expressions, her emotions, are acted out in the function of the various venues, variables and park’s rides.”

The men’s laughter stopped as John explained, “The depression is just as bad as the Mania. When it gets too high and all the mania reaches its peak the whole park then drops it speed to horrifying slow speed causing rollercoaster to be stuck upside down, not able to complete their course.

The high-speed swings stop too suddenly and…ugh…”

The lawyer was losing his cool and began to breathe rapidly. His heart raced. “…she feeds off the excitement of those in the park and well… she is very… moody.”

John’s chest began to tighten. It was as if someone had removed the oxygen from the room as he thought about the giant swing ride they called, “Susie’s Swings.”

The engineers showed no mercy. This time they were even more sarcastic. Mr. Scalp belted out, “So your park has mood swings…haha, that’s rich!”

John asked them to please collect themselves and give him a few more moments of their time and attention. He knew they were stuck between unbelief and wondering if this was some type of publicity stunt.

Dr. Hatfield and Mr. Wiggins both thought that perhaps John and his lawyer we’re just trying to get the three of them to help build a better Park.

John then made his objectives clear, “Honestly, all-expenses-paid, we will take you to the park so you can see for yourself. You may think this is a holiday or a ‘walk in the park’ vacation but I will let you experience the severity of our need for your intervention.”

The men were intrigued and gave him their attention. So, he dove in deeper with his persuasion and explanation of what has been happening since the park was brought to life.

“The generator kicks on, just like when we wake! Things start running throughout the whole park. For instance…”

John pointed to a large mural on the wall. It was actually a map of the park.

Mr. Scalp asked, “IS THAT…Susie?!”

John confirmed, “It is her outsides. I have the internal schematics else where, diagrams of her internal organs, veins and arteries that function these outer extremities.”

With a pointer he began to specifically and intensely brief them of what they were facing. “For example the water slides…”

Back at the park—

David YELLED with the THRILL of arching up each bank of the slide, dodging some of the small pieces of nature that tripped up Jeremy and used his legs as natural shock absorbers as he took each dip and drop.

David was an avid inline skater. He knew he could be good enough for major competitions. He also felt like this was the best atmosphere and set up to push his inline skating skills to their greatest heights.

What he didn’t know was that as he swooshed down the dried-up water slide the pumps shot off 2,000 pounds of water pressure at the top of The Flume.

Ron and Jeremy jumped back when the water kicked on. There wasn’t much of a warning, just a slight rumbling sound and the water pressure started to flush through.

Waves twisted and turned down the banks that seconds earlier Dave was conquering.

He was just about to complete the pipe. He knew he had to make a jump at the end in order to land on his feet in the dried-up water collection/wadding pool that dropped about 3 feet.

As Dave ripped around the last hairpin swerve he saw the end and heard something rushing in behind him. He had no idea what the roar was.

He made his leap into the air as planned.

The full force surge of water coming from behind was so powerful it propelled him through the air like a bullet from a gun.

The water gathered in the reservoir but David ended up slamming into a tree across from the pool.

The boys at the top both took different routes down the slope to try and warn their friend.

Jeremy found himself sliding more than running.

Ron hit a patch of freshly made mud which caused him to collide with side of the slide. He got to his feet as fast as he could and tried to navigate the fastest way down.

By the time they reached the bottom the pool was almost all the way full.

Ron jumped in the water, diving down to try and find his friend. On one occasion, when he surfaced in frustration, he heard Jeremy yelling his name.

“RONNIE ! ! ! RONNIE!!!”

Ron looked in the direction Jeremy was pointing. They both saw David’s body lying at the base of a massive tree.

They ran over to the body and the most unpredictable and oddest thing took place next.


The three Consultants leaned forward in their chairs as John Hanson gloated, “Sometimes the waterworks kick in first, almost like us having the urge to pee when we first wake-up.

Other times the music starts at first, seconds before any of the rides move and begin.

That, of course, sets the festive good mood of any good amusement park.”

The doctor scoffed, “FeZstive, amuZsement, gHood mHood… vfor WHhOoo?

The lawyer present said, “Tell them more, please John. They need to know.”

Mr. Wiggins argued, “What more do we need to know?!

Mr. Scalp’s only words were, “My goodness. Let’s go now!”

The other two turned in shock, “GO?!”, said Mr. Wiggins.

Mr. Scalp persisted, “YES! NOW! What if someone were to get in there and…be in there while she is waking up, coming alive and starts working, fully functioning?!”

John tried to calm them down, “Well, gentlemen, I have signs…”


John tried again, “And the walls and gates! It would even be difficult for an adult to gain entry.”

The doctor followed up with, “vWhere zthere iz a vwill thHere iZ a Vway. He iZ right, Vwe need to go nowV an put Zthis park, Zthis Vwitch to Zsleep forRR gHood.”

Mr. Goldberg said, “We have transportation waiting.” And with that the men were off.

While in route Mr. Hanson felt it necessary to fill in the dead air of dismay with more information that would most likely help them deal with what he never thought would have to be completely destroyed.

This was his entire life’s work. It was a huge financial investment, not to mention all the personal time and sacrifice he made in order to bring this park to life.

-While in the park–

The boys jumped back from David’s body as he sprang to his feet and yelled, “THAT




His friends were shocked that he was okay. In their minds they were set on him being unconscious. He freaked them out with his startling enthusiasm.

Ron spoke first after catching his breath, “Dog Dave, you’re nuts don’t do that to us again!”

Dave give him a look and said, “Oooh yeah, like I could do that again.”

Jeremy remarked, “You should have been knocked out, you freak!”

David laughed as he made the comment, “Wow! Everything is on now and there’s no one here but us! We can do everything for free and do whatever we want! Let’s gooo!!!”

The other two lit up and let out a, “WOOOOOHOOO HOOO, YES ! ! ! ! As they follow their fearless leader.

The next thing that caught the boy’s eyes was the “House-O-Fun”

Jeremy read the sign, “Susie’s Play House-O-Fun. Who is Susie?”, he asked.

David chuckled, “Haha…Let’s find out!”

Ronnie said. This will be wicked without paying and without other people in there.

David pushed Jeremy out of the way as he joshed, “I’m first in line!”


While still enroute to the park the engineers tried to grasp what John was saying. They began to brainstorm what they could possibly do from a mathematical, scientific and mechanical point of view.

They soon realized that, in dealing with this park, they needed more of a biological and psychological vantage point.

Dr. Hatfield came to the conclusion, “vWe reHally need a medicHal doHcKtor.”

Mr. Scalp agreed, “John, I think he is right. What we really need is to get a mental health specialist involved.”

Mr. Goldberg said. “Thank God we don’t have to involve the police department.” John agreed, “Yes, or the SWAT team.”

“Mr. Hanson…”, Mr. Wiggins addressed John, “Tell us more.”

The seats in the limo faced each other. Mr. Scalp and Dr. Hatfield lean Forward. John and Mr. Goldberg were on one side and the three specialists on the other.

Mr. Scalp said, “The more we know the better we may be able to shut this mother down.”

John agreed reluctantly.

Dr. Hatfield grilled Jonn, “CKhom Ohn MizterhHANZON, only yHou can tell uz haowv to beat zthis.”

John Hanson hid his face in his hands almost mumbling, “You’re going to think I am insane.”

“Try us.”, replied Mr. Scalp.

Dr. Hatfield thought, ‘vWe already know you’re inZsane so vwhat more can you tell uz zthat iz zsooo unbelievable.’ He decided to keep that to himself in hopes that this unbridled mad man would be willing to terminate this dangerous and possibly deadly mechanical menis that should have never been given a chance to live in the first place.

John looked at his lawyer and again took the dreadful deep breath before he began to confess what he had created.

“There are so many factors to consider. The park runs like you and I. I engineered her to completely run just like a human being but…”

He began to weep, “…But, as I already informed you, she has lost her mind. She is completely unstable now. I wish I would have just adjusted her herb levels. Maybe less St. John’s Wart…I don’t know, more Melatonin. I think I pushed her performance level too much while we were developing, nursing and nurturing her.”

Mr. Hanson became increasingly more and more emotional. “I built, I incubated that park from a small, synthetic micromachine to the massive place it is now. She was supposed to grow into a place that was different and entertaining and…well…fun.” He broke down unconsolable.

Susie was just getting into a full mood swing while her creator was crying like a baby–

The “House-O-Fun” was all lit up and blaring with wild music.

It wasn’t one of those cheap contrived mazes that sits on the back of a semi-truck.

“This is so unlike any fun house I’ve ever been in!”, exclaim Jeremy.

“You scared Jeremy?”, Ron taunted as he looked at David for approval.

Jeremy ran up the stairs and shoved Ron then David out-of-the-way shouting, “I’ll show you who’s scared, yo mama!”

David fought back trying to grab his shirt.

The boys were having fun even before they entered.

After reaching the top of the spiral staircase Jeremy stopped and pointed out the digital scrolling sign that read, ‘Come on boys, let’s play!’

Jeremy demanded that his friends read it.

“Ah, yeah, so what. Let me in!”, David was ready to fight.

Jeremy had never really challenged Dave but questioned, “Well, why is it typed out, ‘boys‘, rather than, ‘boys and girls‘ or ‘ladies and gentlemen!?’ How does it know that it’s just us and that we are alone?”

David had an answer for everything, “YOU’RE RIGHT JERRY...IT SHOULD SAY, ‘LADIES AND GERMS, TO INCLUDE YOU TWO! HA HAA!” He shuffled past Jeremy.

Ron was right on his tail and spewed out, “Yeah! HA HA, amusing Jerry, ya little puppy!”

Jeremy follow but as he was going in he asked again, “Why…ah, how would it say just boys?”

Once the three boys were passed the sign is scrolled a new message, “…ENJOY, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK… MY NEW BOY TOYS!!!”

The first part of the house was an arrangement of smoke and mirrors.

Jeremy still thought to himself that something just wasn’t right. How and why was all this stuff in the park on?

Ron was still in the chase after David.

Jeremy was held back a little and shouted, “Hey guys! GUYS…DAVID, RON, HEY YOU GUYS!! WAIT UP!!!”

Hearing the desperation in his friends voice David turned, “WHAT?” Ron laughed, “I’m in second place!” David just shook his head and thought about how everything was a competition.

It wasn’t long until he shook Ron off his tail and all three of them were separated.

Although they were all in the same exact section they felt wholly lost and alone.

Ron shouted over the music, “DAVE? DAVE? DAVID?!”

David remained silent to increase his friend’s fear. They no longer heard Jeremy.

Ron tried to play off David’s sensitive side, “Dave. I’m worried about Jeremy. I think he’s hurt!” Ron waited.

BAHAHA!!!”, Jeremy blasted as he snuck from up behind David.

YOU…PUUUUPPY!!!, were the only words David could muster.

Jeremy was so proud of himself for being able to sucker his bravest friend into that one.

Ron found himself lost in the Smoke. He called out, “I HEARD YOU GUYS! IS JEREMY OKAY? I AM KIIINDAAA SCARED…FOR HIM. DAVID?”

When the Smoke cleared he thought he had found his way out. He made a run for it down the long hall way. WHAM!

Ron ran into another wall of glass. The walls shook a little. As he was getting back to his feet and rubbing his nose. He noticed a mirror on the other side of the glass moving its angle.

“HEY!”, he yelled, “Hey, David and Jeremy…you guy, the mirrors move just right to confuse the high thrill-seeker. THIS IS GREAT HUH GUYS?! THIS IS REALLY FUN HUH? GUY?!” He started to become desperately concerned. He felt alone and was now wondering why they had played around so much trying to get in first. He began to think that maybe Jeremy was at least partially right.

He considered praying like his grandma once taught him. He fell to his knees and started the only prayer he could think of. He recited,

“God is great. God is good. Let us thank him for our food…No, that won’t work in here.”

Another prayer came to mind. He stood up then re-knelt as if he had to reset.

His voice was shaking, “Now…ah…now I lay me down to sleep…Oh crap, I mean ah…shhh…um, i’m sorry God, ah…I just, AGH!”

Ron stood up and then once again dropped to his knees in a final attempt, “If you get me out of this alive God, I… we will, I promise, my friends and I should, WILL, stop and think more before we act on our impulses. Um, and I will brush my teeth every night and not lie to my mom anymore when I tell her that I already did when I actually haven’t brushed them in a month. The same thing with showering. Um, you know sometimes I just run the brush or the soap under the water to fool her, cause you’re God, YOU KNOW… and You…YOU ARE GOD and YOU ARE AWESOME AND EVERYTHING…”

As Ronald continued his emergency call the other two were yelling and laughing and even calling, “Ron! Ronnie! YO’ RON, WHERE ARE YOU?!”

Then they began to taunt him a little, “WE’RE GOING TO FIND YOU! WE ARE COMING TO GEEET YOOOUU!”

Then a loud voice that sounded like a roaring demon repeated the phrase, “WE ARE COMING TO GEEET YOOOUU!”

David said, “COOL! It sampled and processed our voices!”

Then the voice made it personal, “I AM GOING TO GET YOU!!!” There was an eerie echo at the end of the threat.

Jeremy thought, ‘humm how clever…that’s a pretty neat effect. He was trying to convince himself.

The voice made Ron stop his ploy for a moment. He then expressed words from deep down within as he closed his eyes tighter, clasped his hands harder and bowed even more crying out loud, “OH, AH MY DEARGOD! MY DEAR, DEEEAR GOD, I CERTAINLY HOPE THAT IS NOT YOUR VOICE. PLLLLEEEASE GET ME OUTTA THIS PLACE…”

Suddenly they all heard the voice of a sweet little girl overpowering the music. It said,


Are you having fun?





Then the voice changed into a female demon,


The deafening evil laugh haunted them.

Ron was now in tears, face planted on the floor, burying his head with his arms.

David laughed, letting out his normal reaction to strange and bizarre happenings, “This is awesome. Hehehe. Did you hear that Jeremy?!”

Jeremy was completely creeped out.

The music shut off. It was now extremely silent.

David began to speak, “That seems odd…” Jeremy asked, “That seems odd?”

The Voice interrupted. This time they heard the little girl mixed with the adult female demon,

“I don’t mean to interrupt but I bet I’ll have more fun with you than you’ll have with me…RON.”

Jeremy asked David, “Did it just say Ron or run???”

David answered Jeremy, “No! It said, ON!”

Susie clarified, “NOOO! I SAID, ‘RON!’ R-O-N!!”

“Yep, it said Ron.”, Dave admitted.

Ron couldn’t bring himself to look up. He felt his bladder getting weak. The wall shifted, herding David and Jeremy in the direction Susie wanted them to go.

“Hey, what’s going on!”, David protested.

“We’ll be crushed!”, yelped Jeremy.

Ron, still prostrate on the floor, was being slid sideways, then backwards, then forward until he and the other two boys found themselves reunited in one room, just big enough for the three of them.

“RONNIE!”, the two shouted in unison.

He was still having trouble getting up. His thoughts were on kids he had bullied in their neighborhood. He had a flash back to little Ricky that he scared so bad he made him pee his pants. That’s when Ron himself felt the warm liquid invading his groin area.

Susie’s voice beckoned, “HA HA…having FUN, Ron? Oh, my, you’re warm. Do you like me Ron?”

David joined in the tease, “Ronnie’s got a girlfriend! HA HA!”

Jeremy elbowed Dave.

David didn’t know when to stop, “If you like her sooo muuuch, why doncha’ maaarry her?! Ha, ha, haaa!”

Jeremy shoved him up against one of the uncomfortably tight walls.

Jeremy managed to remain standing but Dave wasn’t use to being pushed around. He slipped, fell on top of Ron’s body first, then rolled onto the floor.

He cringed, “AGH…IT’S WET!!” Ron finally got up. “MAN, AM I GLADTO SEE YOU PUPPIES!”, he said with joy, gratitude and laughter.

David noticed Ron’s pants were wet. He unleashed his assult, “WAIT…DID YOU PISS YOUR PANTS?!”

Jeremy jumped in defense, “No, of course he didn’t PISS his pants man, come on! The floor is wet, obviously that’s how he got his pants wet there. Just like you, look at your’s.

Your all wet down the outside of your jeans there too,


What a shame.

Pluuuus…Ronnie’s the one that jumped into the water to try and save your life earlier. We thought you were in the pool drowning. That was pretty awesome right?! You made an epic landing too Dave…bruuh, killer, huh Ron?”

Ron looked at Jeremy, knowing his friend knew why their pants were really wet.

Jeremy just winked at Ronnie.

David had brauns but not much brains. He possessed great looks and outward muscles but fell short when it came to scholastic abilities and brain power.

Nevertheless, he was still their friend and he needed their friendship too.

They both helped Dave back up onto his feet.

Things were very still, as well as, extremely quiet again.

The silence was as disturbing as the loudness.

Dave asked, “Does it smell like pee in here to you guys?” Ron let out a nervous chuckle avoiding the question, “…and by the way, I would never marry anybody named


The whole room began to shake. Jeremy said, “I think you upset her!”

David barked, “You guys are such lil’ puppies! Puke puppies, puke, puke.” He tried to command, “Puke up all over Susie! She’ll like it!”

The room shook side to side then up and down.

David questioned, “How are theeey doing that?!”

Susie answered David, “I can do all kiiinds of fun things David!”

Jeremy’s inquiry clarified, “How is she doing that?!

Ron stammered, “it…sh…sh… she knows your name too, Da…Da… Dave!”

David was really perplexed. The only thing he could say was, “What?! WHAT?! REALLY?! REEALY!! WHAT THE WHAT?!”

Jeremy was shocked that David had not resorted to using swear words by now, especially under the severity of their circumstances and the fact that they knew there were no adults around that would come down on them based on certain words they decided to use.

Jeremy himself was about to use words he knew wouldn’t offend his friends but some adults would find and deem inappropriate for kids to say.

All three of them where not sure what was going on, what to do or what to say.

Just when it seemed that every thing had stopped the loud wild music blared once again.

They covered their ears and search for a rational reason. Jeremy thought, maybe we are setting off trip wires or triggers. Maybe there is a built in computer that heard us using our names.

Trying to find the right words to express himself Jeremy raised his voice, “I’M TELLING YOU GUYS, THIS… IS…MUCKED UP! THIS WHOLE SITUATION IS JUST… NOT NORM…”

Susie said, “Shut up Jeremy, you puppy!”

That was one of Dave’s original sayings he had developed completely on his own. Adults didn’t wash his mouth out with soap when he used the slang term, “puppy” like they did when using other words.

Susie spoke some more, “You’re my new friends, David, Ronald and Jeremy, or should I call you Dave, Ronnie and Jerry? You posers! ”

Jeremy said, “She knows our slang and nicknames?!”

Susie said, “I like little boys so much more than little girls, you scare easier!”

The boys were beginning to breathe irregularly. Their adrenaline levels rose and so did Suzi’s.

They notice their legs and arms began to shake and shiver out of control making it hard to stand.

Jeremy’s legs buckled taking him to the ground. He felt the wet floor soak into the knees of his pants.

He tried reciting affirmations he learned in Sunday school, “Our Father which art in heaven…” David said, “Are you praying?!”

Ignoring Dave, Jeremy continue, “… the Lord is my shepherd…”

Ron said, “That’s not a bad idea Dave, especially when in a crisis.”

Then Ron complained, “I can’t move!”, becoming paralyzed in fear.

David tried to encourage them, “Come on dogs, be strong! We got this…sh…”

She crackled,

“I am Susie. I know who and what you are. You’re not dogs…your puppies, hehe.”

David said, “Shut up you witch!”

The whole room turned upside down then right side up again as the boys heard Susie cackle some more,

“Don’t throw up boys! I am not and witch. I’m a bit of a… what-do-you-call-it… I don’t like germs.”

Dave shouted, “Germaphobe!”

Susie said, “DON’T CALL ME THAT!!!”

The room flipped again.

Jeremy begged, “Stop upsetting her!”

Dave said, “This is bull CRAZY!!!”

Susie replied, “DOOON’T CAAALL MEEE CRAAAZY!!!!”

Ron tried to get out the words, “I… I…I don’t know Dave, it seems pretty legit.”

Long cords came out from the sides of the wall and grabbed David & Ron’s legs pulling them off their feet.

They were forced to join Jeremy on the floor.

David objected, “Hey, this isn’t water down here! This is pee!”

Ron got nervous that Dave was now going to tease him relentlessly; however, Dave then said, “This fun house put urine on the floors!”

Oh good, he’s blaming the house.’,thought Ron.

“We got to get out of here!”, yelled David.

Susie said, “Don’t leave boys. You can’t leave now. I’m not done. You’re so much fun…

I could hurt you if I wanted to and I can’t go to jail…I’m just a machine!

You boys could go to Juvenile Jail but… you’re just boys being boys.

I think I’ll teach you a lesson on trespassing.”

The room did a waving motion as if the boys were being treated like a slinky.

“I could hurt you but I won’t hurt you or harm you but… you’ve got to be niiice to me.

Hey Dave, Daaaave. David? Davie?!” Susie waited for him to answer.

He finally did, “Ah…yeah?”

“I want you to know I heard what you said earlier about what would be done if you were caught by some old fart.”, Susie made a fart sound,

“I won’t torture, torch or torment you but… I will TEACH you. I’m very sensitive.”

David tried to say what he thought a grown macho man would say,

“Oh, she is a sensitive Susie.”

He always tried to make lite of a situation by puffing up his chest and trying to play the bad boy.

Susie responded, “Hahaha. David, you want all of us to laugh out loud… okay…LOL, here let me help you.”

The small room began to fill with laughing gas. It took over the minds of the boys. All their fears disappeared along with all other clear thinking.

The boys just found themselves laughing uncontrollably and banging into the walls that were slowly retracting and expanding outward.

Rather than constricting and crushing the boys Susie was allowing them more space to fumble around.

She even added a wobbling effect to her voice to disoriented them even more as she said in a sing-song voice,

“Give them enough rope and they’ll hang themselves. Rockabye bye bye babies, in my play house…”

Ron said, “My mom use to sing this to me!” He was appalled that he admitted that out loud.

Susie laughed and taunted, “Sometimes you have to experience some things for yourself and learn the hard way.”

She made her voice sound especially funny. It was almost as if she was sucking on helium.

The boys breathed in deep.

The next thing they knew they had breathed in helium along with the laughing gas.

David said, “Thiiis is craaazyyy!”

The other two boys laughed at is high-pitched voice. Jeremy spoke next, “YOOOUU, OH, you sound like Mickey Mouse!”

Ron said, “SOOoo sooo do you Jeeeremy. Do I sound like that? Oooh wait… I’m hearing myself! I doO0oOoo sound like that, this is weird.”

Jeremy said, “I think it’s the aiiir arooOo0ound usss that we’re breathing that’s making us. . .”

David said, “Yo0ou want sooome moo0orerrRon? Breathe deep. Heehee, it sounded like I just called you a moron Ron!

The more they stumbled the more they laughed. The Voice asked, “Do you want OUT Boys?

The kids were so high they actually answered all together, “SHhhuure why not.”

Jeremy slurred his speech, “Oo0okay. Ookay? OHo0o-Tay!”

Ron shuttered, “Ohhh…kkkay sssSuusie. I th think I LOOOVE YOOOUU.”

David tried to think straight enough to talk and just got out, “That would be AWWWWE SOME”.

The smoke blew way. The walls dropped and the boys found themselves at the end of a huge tunnel that had a black and white spiral painted in it.

As if that wasn’t enough it began to spin.


As the limo approached the park John and the other men saw the lights from a distance.

The limo finally pulled up in front of the park entrance and there was a small crowd of young people already gathered there, mostly boys.

Before anyone got out John’s lawyer said, “Wait a minute guys, let me handle this.”

He opened the door and stepped out to address the children. He thought it best to dumb it down.

He spoke slower and louder then when he was speaking to adults,

“Okay kids…I’m not sure why you’re gathered here but this place is off-limits, OUT OF BOUNDS! Ahhh, the park is being tested for safety. Ummm, evvverything is running so they can double-check everything but it is not open. You are…ALL OUT OF BOUNDS.”

One of the boys said, “But sir, our friends are in there.”

An older boy next to him elbowed him and whispered, “Shut up Daniel.”

Mr. Goldberg looked at the smaller boy and asked, “What did you say little boy?”

The older one stepped forward, “Oh…nothing sir, we just heard loud music and saw the things moving so we came by to check it out. We didn’t go inside or anything. I mean no one is in there.”

Mr. Hanson stepped out the other side of the limo. Having heard the young boy John asked, “Please boys, if someone, a friend, a true friend or anyone is in there we need to know because they…”

John wondered if he should say anything more.

He looked at his lawyer and knew he’d regret this but John finished with, “…Boys, they could get seriously hurt. If you can just let us know then we can make sure that your friends are okay.

They won’t be in any trouble, just as none of you are In harm’s way or in trouble or anything…Boys…” ,he pleaded,

“Boys, please let us know WHAT YOU KNOW!”

Then one of the few girls in the crowd spoke up, “David Spencer, Ronnie Moore and I think Jerry or Jeremy Mcroy.

Those three boys planned on going in there tonight.”

Another older boys confirmed, “Yeah, they did. They wanted me to go but I was too…I was too scared. But I don’t know how they turned everything on.

They said they were just going to skate down the old water slides.”

John’s eyes began to swell with tears. He whispered a short prayer, “Oh dear Lord Jesus…help.”

He thanked the kids gathered there and asked if they would please go on home because the police would be coming around. He tried to convince them that they would not want to get caught up in all of this.

Mr. Goldberg chimed in, “That’s all we need to know from you boys and girls. Thank you, now run along! You don’t want to get into any trouble or anything!

Trespassing is a serious charge and if you’re around, well who knows, you might be called into the police department or the FBI or someone may want to blame you for going against the law.

Now, go on…git…ah, get going.”

Never had a lawyer sounded so immature and unsure of himself.

Dr. Hatfield stepped out of the car and put a hand on Mr. Goldberg shoulder sarcastically commending him, “Nize jHob MiZter LHawyer. Bhig vwordz too. ZThat waz zsmooth.”

Mr. Wiggins jumped out and said, “It sounds like the park is full of people.”

Dr. Hatfield turned and before John could explain he answered, “Ambianzce. zSometimez playcez useZ caonned, oHr preHHtApped miZik an zsHound effHeckz…zthis magz Eet mHore…”,

He looked at John who swallowed hard and finish the statement, “…More fun and… lively!

Mr. Scalp ran up to the front gates yelling, “THEY ARE HUGE! How do we get in?”

John snapped out of his hypnotic self pity, “Oh yes, here I have an access card.”

As John approached the gates he got a card out of his hip pocket. He swiped it but nothing happened. He swiped it again, still nothing. He became increasingly nervous.

With the third and fourth swipe. The gates were still not responding.

John’s lawyer said, “John, I know you’re worried but speaking from a lawyer’s standpoint you’re safe. If something happens to those boys while they are in the park gates you can not be held liable.”

John spouted back, “Mr. Goldberg, I’m not worried about what happens to me. Our concern should be for… those boys and…the park.”

Dr. Hatfield asked, “Iz zthere a maHAnual ov-Her-ride?”

John look down at the ground and nodded no in shame. They could barely hear him mumble, “Everything we built runs off the main brain of the entire park.”

Mr. Scalp looked up at the gate. Then his eyes scanned the gigantic walls surrounding the park. He couldn’t see where it ended. He said, This is one big monster, but those boys got in, so there must be an opening.”

John remembered he used to have a security guard check the perimeter to make sure the gates, walls and fences were secure.

He recalled, “There is one area that is just chain-linked fence.”

Let’s get there!”, said the lawyer.

John agreed, “We have to get back in the car, drive around the East side, then walk a little bit over some small hills, through a field and…”

Mr. Wiggins shouted, “LET’S JUST GO!!!” They followed his command.

In The Meantime INSIDE Susie’s House-O-Fun–

The boys knew they had to get through that tunnel to get out.

As the tunnel spun the boys flipped around out of control. The gas they had inhaled was wearing off.

David yelled, “WHAT THE HECK, MAN?!!” He was angry that he had no control over the situation and fought his way to reach the end.

He heard Susie say, “I am not a man!”

When David conquered the tunnel the other two boys were close enough for him to grab Ron by the arm and Jeremy by the leg. He leaned back pulling them out.

Simultaneously the owner of the park was holding up the fence and pulling in those who were with him.

He insisted they help him by crawling in. The other men were fairly large but they knew they needed to get in there, save those kids and shut down the park.

“Come on Mr. Goldberg!”, John insisted.

The lawyer, in his three piece suit, reluctantly got down on the ground and scraped across the gravel making his way into the park.

Once they all force themselves under the chain linked fence John had to show the men where the main brain was, however, he was also worried about the boys, their immediate danger and what damage they may bring upon Susie.

He turned to his lawyer, “James!”, this was the first time John called his lawyer by his first name.

He went on, “I need you to find those boys!”

John and the three Consultants ran off in a desperate scurry.

His lawyer stood there in a daze. He still couldn’t believe what was happening. He looked down at his, now ruined, $600 suit.

He felt sick and even developed a hatred toward the boys that were trespassing. He mumbled to himself, “They are breaking the law they deserve anything bad that’s coming their way.”

He scoffed to himself as he tried to brush himself off and move toward the water slides.

Dave was laying exhausted on the cold metal grid floor just outside of the spinning tunnel.

Ron jumped up breathing heavy.

Jeremy got up slowly, dusting off the bits and pieces of stuff that collected in the tunnel.

Ron was the first to speak. “We almost didn’t make it. We almost died in there.”

Jeremy thanks David, “Yeah, we would have if you didn’t get a hold of us David.”

David was too confused and tired to talk or express himself in any other way. He just laid there. The laughing gas had worn off and they were now becoming paranoid.

The lawyer begin to hear shouts but it was the pre-recorded ambiance soundtrack.

Not sure where to go he began to run in the direction of the cries.

Susie spoke calmly to the boys using her innocent little girl voice, “YAY! You made it boys!”

Ron said to his friends, “I think she’s happy now.”

Jeremy whispered in an attempt to not let Susie hear him, “Don’t say anything to get her up set.”

David said, “I still think this machines is a freak!”

Susie let out a shriek, “AHHHGH!!! BOYS!!!”

The whole house started to rumble. The ceiling looked like it was moving.

Ron and Jeremy ended up back on the floor.

Mr. Goldberg couldn’t help but think about how he never runs or how his body was straining. The only thing that kept him going was his focus on trying to find these trespassing children.

His mind flashback to when he was a boy. He hadn’t thought about that in years.

He recalled something from when he was around eight or nine. He tried to think back to what it was like being a preteen boy by asking himself,

“Where would I go if I were free to run wherever I wanted in an amusement park… alone with just me and my closest friends?”

He had a vision of a fun house he once went into with a few of his Buddy’s.

A smiled appeared on his face it was nice to have that wild and crazy memory, as well as know where to look for the boys.


He tried to gather himself as he looked around for the fun house. He saw a map of the park on a wall.

He had only been here a few times. John showed him where everything was but he knew he had better look at the map to make sure he didn’t get turned around.

Dave and the other boys were still flat on their backs. They extended their arms out to their sides, trying to stabilize themselves, staring straight up.

David’s voice vibrated, “Tttrrryyy tttooo ssstttaaayyy ffflllaaattt!”

They saw large long padded pendulums coming down on them. They looked like heavy body bags that fighters use while boxing.

David watched Jeremy get up & trying to run. He was hit immediately and knocked down. David yelled, “I TOLD YOU!”

In spite of David’s warning and Jeremy’s consequences. Ronnie tried to get to his feet. Each time he got up he’d get hit by one of the beams. It would knock him into another one that would put him on the floor again.

David thought it would be best to stay flat on his back and use his arms to push himself to the other side, avoiding the pendulums all together. He turned his head to the left and saw Jeremy had somehow made it past the swinging obstacles to the next door way. Jeremy held out his hand and grabbed David’s hand. It was his turn to drag David to safety.

David turned and yelled to Ronnie, “HIT THE GROUND AND SLIDE ON THE FLOOR TOWARD US!”

Ronnie was knocked down again. This time he stayed down. He looked up at the pendulums swinging very close to his face but he realized if he stayed flat they couldn’t touch him. He wiggled like a snake to reach the other side.

Mr. Goldberg was getting closer to “SUSIE’S HOUSE-O-FUN”. He heard David shout and it helped him hone in on where the boys were struggling.

Reaching the Funhouse he looked up. On the third floor he saw the pendulums swinging like scissors. One of the mallets broke free, soared through the air and landed with a THUD, just 10 feet from the lawyer.

He remarked, “This is a lawsuit waiting to happen!”

He looked back up and saw the boys. Ronnie was laying flat as possible, tucking his chin. The lawyer addressed the machine, “Susie, play nice. Did you kill that poor boy?” His voice was drowned out by the music.

The boys didn’t hear him but Susie did. She laughed as loud as the tunes being blasted, HA HA HAHA…hee hee hee, weeeee!”

Ronnie was able to reach out and grab David’s shoe. As Jeremy pulled on David Dave pulled on Ronnie.

Mr. Goldberg watch and tried to shout to the boys but the force of The chopping rods, the music and Susie’s continuous laughter was overpowering him. He saw a spiral staircase. It was rotating like a corkscrew!

He had no idea how to get up there to help.

Ronnie made it through but not without a torn shirt and rug Burns across his back.

Mr. Goldberg gasped along with the boys as the platform they were on suddenly dropped. He felt helpless but not as helpless and hopeless as the boys.

This was the first time James Goldberg wanted to help someone outside the legal parameters of the courtroom, then again he wished he could sue John for creating Susie.

John was leading the three team members toward the main brain/ generator.

Rather than deciding how wrong John was for creating the brains of this thing they joined their heads together to come up with ideas of termination.

Dr. Hatfield asked, “Doez id have a pHort of entrRy vwe can…”, even though Dr. Hatfield had a strong accent unlike any of the other men, John wasn’t sure which man asked but he finished, “Where we can feed it? Yes, but we have to get by the wind tunnels that allow it to breathe.”

“Is it like a ventilator machine?” Asked Mr. Scalp.

“LET’S SHUT THAT AIRFLOW OFF ! yelled Mr. Wiggins

John stopped running, “WAIT!”

All of them were out of breath but their adrenaline was still pushing them to go on. The only reason they stopped with John was because they knew only John knew how this thing works.

They trusted his command as he went on, “We’re going the wrong way.”

“WHAT?!” shouted Mr. Wiggins in discuss.

Dr. Hatfield said, “JohHANn, vWe don’t Hhave tHime to gHet loZstD!”

John pulled a paper out of his pocket. It looked like a map of the park but was actually hand-drawn schematics of the main brain and various engines to the park.

John had not allowed anyone else see this. He usually kept it locked in a safe, like a chef does with a secret recipe.

He looked at his drawing as he said, “I can take you to the heart, lungs or ultimately the brains but…the boys… If we knew where the boys were…” as he continued to speak the doctor grab John’s cell phone off of his hip and looked for his lawyer’s number.

John continued, “… we need to somehow shut down the contraption that they are on first.”

Mr. Wiggins felt like John was stalling and argued, “If we stop the heart, lungs or brains we’ll stop all the other functions too!”

John said, “Yes, but stopping the rollercoaster, the swings, the Funhouse, any of the rides really, could throw the boys off into the air or trap them inside. Stopping an amusement ride suddenly could kill THEM!”

John remembered something being said about the boys going to the water slides.

The doctor had reached Mr. Goldberg on the phone and tried to find out if he found the kids. He could barely hear him over the screech of the machinery and music.

James was literally in tears. He tried to give the best directions possible as he blurted into the phone and watch the boys fighting for their lives.

John grabbed his cell phone back and said, “Tell me where, not how to get there but WHERE! WHERE JAMES?!

John knew the parks layout like the back of his hand and with great pride he could give them all a grand tour.

He heard the tortured screams of the boys in the background and said in despiration, “Pull yourself together James and…”

John pause as Mr. Goldberg was able to get out one word, “Funhouse.”

John once again began to lead the marathon of men to the spot of danger.

Mr. Wiggins picked up the same argument from earlier, “You plan on shutting down just the ride they are on? Shouldn’t we shut down the whole park?!”

John said with assurance and confidence, “WE WILL AFTER WE SAVE THE BOYS!” He tried to convince all of them, “Killing Susie, ah…the park, completely, before we know those children are safe is very dangerous.”

Mr. Wiggins said, “You’re stalling.”

Scalp and Hatfield began to speculate that maybe John was trying to avoid the inevitable end to his creation.

The boy’s bodies suspended just a tenth of a second in mid-air as the floor dropped out from under them.

They slammed down on the padded floor as it came to a sudden stop three stories down.

The padding wasn’t enough to keep the boys from being bruised. As they laid there groaning the platform shot back up beyond the third level. When it reached the slanted roof of the house it tilted to the side and slid the boys off and down the roof.

Mr. Goldberg ran to the side to see where he thought the boys would land. He saw nothing but a huge smokestack. The music stopped and James couldn’t believe his ears as he stood there.

He heard what sounded like the boys laughing. He also noticed some type of fog rising up out of the top of the cylinder. He stepped back a few steps. In big bold festive letters he read the words, THE GAS CHAMBER.

Although the lawyer had no idea what this meant specifically he was glad to hear the boys were laughing.

They didn’t sound like they were in pain.

His heart dropped when he no longer heard them.

Susie shut off all the sound effect, music & even some of the lights.

It was over.

The other four men reached the Funhouse too late.

The professionals saw James just standing there bewildered. He was still staring up at the large chimney.

John tried to get out of James where the boys were but James could not snap out of his mental trance.

John asked the rest to follow him around the back of the structure. He pointed to a cable the size of sewer pipe and gave them the orders, “Find something to cut this cable with!”

Mr. Wiggins hesitated, “Won’t we get electrocuted?”

John asked, “Have you ever been electrocuted when stabbing someone?”

“I never stabbed anyone!”, he answered.

John explained, “What I mean is, this machine is biological not electrical”

The doctor asked, “Can vwe pinch id ovff to zstop zthe flHow of blood or juicez or vwhHatever?”

John’s words jumped out, “YES, YES! THATS EVEN BETER. If we could only find something to cut the circulation off we could most likely stop the appendage from working temporarily.”

John was referring to the attraction as if it were the limb of a person. For all intensive purposes it was.

They searched for something that would do the trick.

Mr. Scalp, who had remained silent until now, picked up a long battering ram. It was the very same detached pendulum that moments ago was dangling from above, swinging at the boys and almost struck Mr. Goldberg, “Will this thing work?”

“BRILLIANT!”, reply John.

He recognize what it was and where it was from as they worked together to press the beam down on the cord in an attempt to cut off the circulation to that ride.

John was sure that those boys had ripped that pendulum off Susie. He expressed his frustration by digging his finger nails into the beam. He really wasn’t pressing down on the pipe-like cable at all.

Mr. Goldberg came around the corner mumbling, “They’re… they’re gone… they’re gone… the boys they are gone.”

Dr. Hatfield asked, “You mean, zthat zthey are not hHere?”

James nodded and his eyes filled with tears.

Mr. Scalp pressed him for an answer, “Where did they go?”

“They are gone!” James repeated himself.

Dr. Hatfield asked the dreadful questions, “YHou mean gHone, no LHonger vwiZth uszz?”

James nodded and started repeating, “I let them die…”

John stopped him, “James, I know this is hard but, tell us what you saw.”

James spoke slowly as if he was hypnotized, “I never saw anything like that.”

John prodded him gently, “What did you see James?”

It was a good thing things were quite in that section otherwise they would have never heard him.

James told them, “The boys… they fell into that side cylinder, the smokestack with the…the smoke coming out of it and…”

John broke in, interrupting James, “WAIT, JAMES, James? THEY went down into the gas chamber?!”

James tried to respond but he felt like he was in a creepy fog and his eyes were glazed over. Final he spoke like a zombie, “Yes, yes they did…yes they… died.”

Inside, once down the silo, the boys slid down a longer looping tube, much like the water Flume.

As they descended, smoke, lights and laughing gas was again being pumped in from every side.

Although in pain, from the trauma they had just went through, they lost their minds and senses. They laughed uncontrollably all the way.

They felt their bodies being forced up by an extremely powerful shot of air.


The shute shot them under the Funhouse, under parts of the park and spewed them back up and out into an entirely different area.

The boys flung out of the gas chamber and up into the air.


Jeremy laughed and cheered, “I CAN FLYYYY!”

They were so high mentally and physically they didn’t even care where they were about to land.

“JAMES!”, John shouted with joy, “James, they are NOT DEAD! That smokestack is this end of a very long tube, A BIG WINDING AIR SLIDE. That will project the boys out into the lake of goo!”

Mr. Wiggins had to ask, “Lake of what?”

James listen close as John explained and James recalled, “I’ve seen that, that was the official name for what one of the former employees called the lake of snot!”

John confirmed, “YES, YES MY DEAR FRIEND. Remember we said the kids will love it and the parents would hate it but…”

John and James spoke in unison, “The kids will spend the parent’s money, chaCHING!!!” They both laughed.

Mr. Wiggins called the two men to order, “YOU TWO SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES!”

John defended himself, “Oh lighten up. It was meant to be fun, part of the whole, getting your hands dirty area. All kids want get dirty and they always find a ways to do it! We provide good clean fun for them!”

John imitated Dr. Hatfield, “VWhere zthere iz a vwill zthere iz a vway!”

Dr. Hatfield thought, ‘I dHon’t zound LHike zad!’

James backup John, “Yes, it is completely non-toxic. It rinses right off.”

Mr. Scalp ask in unbelief, “You mean this thing…” pointing to the vertical pipe labled, ‘Gas Chamber’, “…pulled those boys in and spit them out in a remote place…into a lake of some sorts?”

John nodded, “Precisely!”

“zSo, zthey arHe zsafve?” asked Dr. Hatfield.

John affirmed, “As safe as can be and had a soft Landing but…”

Mr. Wiggins said, “There is always a but!”

John Hanson held up his hand as he finished, “…they are safe, HOWEVER, they may be stuck in the goo especially if it’s extra thick. But, they will be fine now gentlemen. We know where they are and…”

Mr. Wiggins interrupted, “And now we can kill the park.”

The boys were giggling out of control as they tried to get themselves up and out of the Slime they splash down into.

They looked at each other’s faces and that made them laugh all the more.

Jeremy was the first to realize that something was wrong. They were having a good time in their minds; not on their own intent but because of the stimulant.

He asked, “HEY, ARE WE… HIGH?!”

David answered back, “Heck yeah, WE REALLY ARE!”

Ronnie, who swore he would never ever try drugs said, “OH NO MAN! …HAH!”

David shushed him.

He couldn’t help but to laugh louder.

Then Ron slurred his words, “SOOoo thisssIs whatIds likKe. I think that… I think I like likhhId budt…I IdonnoMAN!”

On the inside, in their brains, everything seemed fun but in reality, on the outside, they were surrounded by danger.

Microscopic bugs had formed in the goo. It’s creator was aware of them but thought they were harmless. The analysis proved that they could not penetrate, the epidermis, human skin.

The Slime was deemed safe when the lake was filled but elements in nature that were not present in the sterol lab had mixed. Naked to the human eye, the tiny creatures began to enter the boy’s pores.

Jeremy was trying to sober up himself and his friends although the effects had not completely worn off him either, “Guys, we got to get out of here. Are your legs tingling?”

Ronnie’s body was struggled and his happy high turned into a panic frenzy. He slurred, “Whatta wedo? Wacanwedo? ThisIs likeaaa rollacoasstta withouthe raailz an dacarz.”

David spoke a little more clearly, “It’Z likeaAGH roller…coaster but without the railZZZ and the car!”

Jeremy sang, “WE’RE GOING OFF THE RAILS ON a… crazy traAaAAin…dis is, off its tracks.”

Ronnie said, “I know thatsoO0og, OZZY OZZzzburnnn RULZ! OV THE CHAIN MOTHERZ!”

Susie was listening.

She wanted to speak through the park’s PA system but remained silent. Her thoughts were about becoming a mother.

She wanted the boys to think they were safe and for her dad, John, and those other four impostors to think everything was okay. ‘If I speak now they’ll know the truth.’, she thought.

David tried to assured them, “Guyyz, we are O…Kay! We are zsafe. We…are zzavfe.”

He tried his hardest to speak without any hindrance but the drugs in his mind just wouldn’t let him.

That didn’t stop him from trying to reduce their panic, “I’m tellin’ ya guyz, we made it. We are zavfe now. I love you guyyz! HavvvVIii eva’ tooold you thaaat?”

Jeremy agreed, “Yeah, I remember flying through the air and this landing waz preeetty good.”

He was able to say that clearly but noticed Ronnie’s facial expression as he flopped around in the slime. He realized his friend’s trip was a little worse. He said, “Ronnie, relax. Stand up. It’s only chest deep.”

Ron straightened his bent knees and said with a smile, ” Oh, I can stand! That is why they had a, ‘You must be this tall to go in the Funhouse’, sign.”

David again assured the boys the park and the rides are all safe, “You know, they wouldn’t build attractions to cause any harm. We got nothing to worry about. It just seems dangerous. That’s where the thrill is.”

All three laughed and began to follow Dave’s lead as he walk his way to the side of the slimy pit.

They had no idea that anyone was looking for them. While fearing for their lives they had not heard the lawyer calling them and they never saw the other four men.

Each of them pulled their legs out of the sludge and took shook off the remaining entrails that were slowly allowing the living micro-organizims to work their way into their systems.

Jeremy still insisted, “My legs are still, like, tingling. Are yours?”

Ronnie suggested, “Maybe you’re allergic to that stuff.” Ron’s private area felt funny but he wasn’t about to admit that to his friends.

David confessed, “My legs feel okay but…haha, I think that gooey stuff is clinking to my junk.”

Jeremy noticed public showers, “LOOK! Let’s go wash it off!” He ran as the other two just casually made their way.

They let the water clean off the sticky mess but that didn’t rid them of the living elements that had already penetrated the outer layer of their skin.

Jeremy felt some relief, “Now, this is cool!”

Ronnie used that as a door way to fire back a dagger, “Your mom is cool!” Although it didn’t really make any sense they all laughed. The lasting effect of the drug actually made Ronnie, of all people, seem funny.

The boys found themselves somewhere between here and reality.

As they continued to shower off they occasionally thought they saw something. Each of them didn’t want to admit to the other but they were each experiencing ups and downs of weird emotions they were not familiar with.

None of them had ever experienced hallucinations before.

David said, “Man, I got the munchies!”

Suddenly the smell of fresh fresh popcorn, cotton candy, corn dogs ,along with an assortment of junk food on a stick filled the air.

“OH, YES! I’m going to get something to eat!”, express David.

Jeremy, a little more comprehensive of reality and the weight of the situation, weighed in with the question, “Are you sure? We should probably be running to find the closest exit.”

Ronnie agreed, “yeaaaah, let’s get out of here.”

David looked at them as if they were the biggest chickens in the world, “You…”

They both finished his all too familiar insult, “PUPPIES, YEAH WE KNOW!”

Susie laughed to herself.

David spoke like a proud politicians, “My fellow Americas…”

Jeremy interjected, “I’m Canada!”

David rolled his eyes and continued, “You guys, this isn’t the time to be puppies! We are all the big dogs!”

All three began to bark, “WOOF WOOOF WOOOOF!”

‘Big dogs’ was the official name they gave their self-proclaimed gang of friends.

David finished with, “All we are going to do is have a midnight snack, for free!”

Jeremy made David promise, “But, NO MORE RIDES OR FUNHOUSE’S FROM HELL!”

David agreed, “Yeah, good idea Jerry, we just won’t get on any more rides.”

Ronnie added, “OR, go into anything!”

David said, “Yeah. Right. But we gotta eat and explore a lil’ bit. We can’t come in here and not explore.”

Jeremy raised his hand.

Ronnie looked at Jeremy.

David laughed, “HAH, ya don’t have to raise your hand! Yes, the innocent, funny looking, Canadian boy in the front row…”

Jeremy asked, “What if we get caught?”

Ron said, “We ain’t got caught yet.”

David persuaded them, “No one is looking for us. We would have been caught by now if anyone else was in here, BUT…if someone shows up…RUN, RUN RUUUUUN!”

David shouted as he ran away waving his arms in the air.

The chase was on.

The five men smelled the same enticing foods, the kind that are only available at fairs and amusement parks.

The doctor asked, “Iz zthat zsmell zsomehHow part of zthe AmbiancZe, like Zthe Zsoundz but rather, hHow you zsay, fragrHHance yHou pump into Zthe pHarckh?”

John sounded overly proud once again as he gave his answer, “Oh, you noticed. No,no,no! Haha, it is all real and all very fresh. The popcorn machines empty the old and pour in the new. The deep fryers also run themselves. Susie is a great cook. She has fully automatic and instimatic kitchen skills.

She runs conveyor belts straight from the freezer to the ovens, microwaves, grill and deep friers.”

Mr. Wiggins said, “If you had a staff of human beings instead of living, breathing machinery, maybe this would be less taskfull and dangerous. Human error is one thing but mechanical errors are worse. Have you forgotten that there there are humans out there?”

John was insulted and almost began to defend himself but he thought better of it. He bowed his head and said, “No, no. I haven’t forgotten. Nor have I forgotten why I’ve called you here tonight.”

He raised his head and looked them in the eyes as he pleaded,

“Will you help me put Susie, I…I mean the park, to rest?”

“To rest? TO REST?! said Mr. Wiggins, “This thing doesn’t need rest. THIS BEAST NEEDS TO BE PUT TO DEATH!!”

All the men agreed, instantly becoming vigilantes.

James joined in, “John, lead us to the lake of crap and let’s get THOSE BOYS out so we can get into the lungs, heart and brains of this freaking thing and strike her down!”

The others were shocked that Mr. Goldberg, the lawyer, was taking such a strong stance. However, Mr. Scalp noticed James brought up going to find the boys again, rather than going straight to a major mechanical artery to shut the whole park down.

As they began to follow John,

the doctor commented, “Man, zthe zsmell of zthat food iz mHAking me hHckungry! Iz zthe food evHen zsafve and etHable (edible)?”


As the boys were running the tingling in their lower body moved up to their chest.

They noticed it but they wrote it off as excitement as they ran free through the empty park.

The emebias inside their system moved suttle but fast though their blood streams, as if on a jet ski in a river.

Lite ambient music came on with happy sounding orchestra tunes that blended a mix of familiar action movies and children’s lullabies.

Subconsciously the boys felt like they were super heros conquering the world while simultaneously having no fear along with a strange comfort of being safe in their mother’s arms.

The other rides where all whirling around and the boy’s eyes reflected the colorful lights.

Ronnie asked David to slow down and stop so they could play some of the arcade games but David just kept running toward the closest food stand.

Unaware to Jeremy, his legs were a little swollen. Under his shirt was a raised red line. He thought he saw a thin red line on Ronnie’s back, through his ripped shirt, but figured it was just from when he scraped it in the Funhouse.

As they passed by various games one sign read, “control your friends in our Virtual Arcade…you be the hero… 3 free lives!”

When they reached the tents offering games you play to win a prize Susie tossed a few balls at them.

Ronnie picked one up and threw it at some empty milk jugs behind the counter. He missed and heard the sound of breaking glass.

Jeremy had passed him but the natural sound of breaking something made Ron run faster.

He ran by Jeremy as he shouted, “I’M IN SECOND PLACE!”


David reached the food truck first. Its serving counter window was low and wide enough to jump over.

He landed inside but bumped a cup dispenser machine and knocked over a few utensils.

Ronnie laughed, “Smooth DAVE!”

David acted like he was working there,

“Ooookay, okay, step right up boys.

We got hot food heeere!

Peanuts, popcorn HERRERA!”

He was doing an excellent impression of a stadium vendor.



STEP RIGHT UP, STEP RIGHT UP, whatallyahave boys, what will it be?”

He laughed. Once the boys got closer he enticed them some more, “Come on over and join me! Help yourself! All you can eat until you puke!”

They climbed in joining him.

Jeremy laughed as he pulled the metal fry holder out of the boiling grease then jumped as he looked down at it.

Ronnie took a look, “AHHHGH!”,yelled Ron.

David said, “You’re such an over reactor.” However, as he looked for himself add, “OHHHOHOHOHO GROSSES THAT IS SSSSICK!”

Ronnie jumped back over the counter to the outside. He was too afraid to look again.

David grabbed Jeremy’s hands, which were still gripping the fry cage. “Get rid of it!”, he demanded as he forcefully flung the deep fried rat over his shoulder.

The hot grease burned both the boys a little as it sprinkled off the rat.

Ronnie ducked and saw the rat land on the ground. It bounce a time or two. “It that real?!” It was burnt black and looked like the rubber rat he had put in his sister bed, shower and once he even put it in her sandwich.

David and Jeremy yelled in pain from the oil burns.

It just sprinkled on them but the drops still hurt. Their skin was bubbling up with bright red bumps; however, they watched how it seemed to heal itself. The marks didn’t form blisters, instead they cleared up right away.

Jeremy wondered if it was some type of new oils or grease that somehow didn’t burn human skin.

Ronnie grabbed a nearby stick and was poking the deep fried rat as he shouted, “HOW DID THAT GET IN THERE?!”

David couldn’t help but attack Ronnie’s stupid remark, “Someone must have invited him, you idiot!”

Jeremy laughed and noticed he didn’t have to hide the pain he received from the splattered grease. There was no pain. He climbed over the counter.

All he could say was, “I don’t think I’m hungry anymore.”

David felt no pain either but attributed that to being an extra stong young man, even though he was only 12. “Let’s Bolt!, He said as he jumped out of the food station.

Jeremy was the first to realize not one of them knew where the closest exit was.

He made a suggestion, “Rather than try to find the water slides again maybe we should just find the closest exit.”

Ronnie said, “Whatever, let’s just get outta here man. I’ve seen enough. I’m gonna have night terrors for sure!”

As they began to walk in random directions, following David’s lead, they figured if they continue to walk in one direction they would be sure to find the exterior wall.

Getting over or under the barrier would be a whole other problem but at least they would find a way out and not be walking in circles.

They followed the main paved road for a while which had big arrows on it. They were even lit up.

David made the recommendation, “Let’s just follow those arrows, I’m sure they lead to the exit!”


Mr. John Hanson lead the four men as he enlightened them, “The park is set up like a big spiral that circles around into the center.

The big bold arrows painted on the ground are lit up with the best long lasting led lights available.

They are actually pulsating ever so slightly.

That has a subconscious effect to go in the direction they lead.

Susie, I mean, we’ve even tried pulsating them in the opposite direction of the painted arrow and had test guest say they felt a strange urge to walk backwards.

Therefore, if one follows the arrows as they are now, pulsating toward the center, it will lead them to the furthest point deep into the park, far, far from any of the exits and exterior walls.”

Dr. Hatfield asked, “HHow Lhong vwould id tHake to get vfrom zthe zcentAr to an externHal vwall iv yHou jHust vwalked in a zstraight LAHine, oVff Hov zthe pHath?”

Hanson smiled, “Oh, that is the beauty of how we designed it…you can’t walk off the path and over the landscape.

We’ve placed invisable fencing, like people use to train their dog.”

Wiggins was still astounded, “IT GIVES THEM A ZAP?!”

Mr. Scalp asked, “Like an electric fence?!”

“YES! Exactly but invisible!”

Dr. Hatfield said, “IncHredible.”

John replied, “Thank you.”

Hatfield clarified, “I meHant zthat sarcaHsticHally. zThat iz incHred-ibly zstupid.”

Wigginsmade his point, “Yeah, you can’t keep people in line like an animal, sending even a small electrical change into their system.”

Scalp said, “I can’t imagine walking into that or if a child wandered off from their parents.”

John assured them, “Oh, there are signs!” Goldberg thought, ‘there he goes again with his, just put up a sign…it will be fine, philosophy.’

James knew that it was best to keep his condemning thoughts to himself. He couldn’t file a law suit against John but these men could.

James hoped that the three engineers would just keep following John toward the direction of where the boys were. He knew the park had to not only be put to sleep temporarily but permanently. He had been trying to convince John of this for a long time but his client seemed to just keep dangling money in front of him like a carrot in front of a horse.

John even promised to pay James a retainer fee once the park opened officially.

That extravagant amount of money would allow Goldberg to not worry about finding any additional clients.

James was realizing now, that was like the cheese in the center of a rat maze.

He knew John was secretivly hoping the other engineers would find a way to just put Susie into a comma so he could later revive her and go on as planned.

James admitted to himself that he felt that way too but it was all out of greed.

This project had gotten way outta hand. After seeing Susie almost killed those boys, who he thought were dead, James knew, even if the park was running smooth, it was a huge liability.

As the official lawyer he would be swamped trying to defend it.

He listened to John going on and on as John promised the men, “We will provide a helicopter ride for all of you from the center to the front parking lot.

It would take approximately three hours to walk back the way we came in.”

John continued to explain as they moved closer to the lake, “You see gentlemen, when people have to walk back through the way they have already come they get distracted and keep stopping to spend more money, as well as of course, enjoy the fine deatailed features and the true beauty of…the park.”

Mr. Wiggins noted how strange it was that Hanson talked about this park as if it were his new bride.

Mr. Scalp confronted John, “You sound obsessed with it.”

John confirmed, “Yes, I must admit Mr. Scalp, I am. She is my obsession and it wouldn’t surprise me if she’s a little obsessed with me.

She may even possess some of my own deeply personal traits.”

Mr. Wiggins thought back to the nervous breakdown he witness Mr. Hanson having in the limo.

Dr. Hatfield voiced his concerns, “LHook, I kHnow vwe hHave to get doz boyz un hHelp zthem but hHonestly vfellaz, oHnly zso mHany ov uz hare needHed to hHelp zthe boyz vwhile zthe rezt ov uz cHould be diVffuZing zthe genHeratooor vrunning zthis plHaZe!”

John agreed asking his lawyer if he would mind focusing on getting the boys and make sure they don’t leave the “Lake of Goo” area.

Mr. Scalp volunteered to go with James.

“WAIT, JOHN!”, James Goldberg said as he grabbed John’s arm. He looked him in the eyes, man to man, as he said, “John, it’s time. It’s time to call for help.”

The other men looked at each other shocked with the fact that the authorities were not already involved.

Dr. Hatfield said, “zTHEY DHON’T KNchOW?!”

Mr. Wiggins said, “They should have been involved long ago!”

James informed them, “The government, actually the national authorities are fully aware. I involved them once the park…”

Susie.”, John added.

James continued, “…yes, once the park started fully functioning.”

John emphasised, “Once she started to not only breath but move her appendages.”

James nodded and said, “Yes, when she, it, was able to self-sufficiently control its various sectors and…”

He searched for words.

John helped, “Able to independently move her limbs!”

James’ facial expressions showed that he didn’t want to keep humanizing the park.

Mr. Wiggins jumped in, “So, there is a national alert to what is happening here? Right?!”

James said, “Yes. There, there is but…”

Scalp said, “Another but?”

James showed reluctance, “I told them about our own concerns but I am not sure they took us seriously.”

John was shocked, “You told them? You told them what James?

You are my lawyer!

You weren’t suppose to tell all my secrets.”

John began to have a fit of rage rising as he began to scream,


The other men were becoming more and more afraid of John as he flared up,



As John continued to grow louder and out of control Dr. Hatfield’s mind raced as he thought silently, ‘zThis vwould make for a great zSci-fi movie.’ His mind tried different working titles, ‘...zThe Bipolar Park…zSusie’s Revenge…Mood zSwing MHatinee…Mad zSuzsie, zThe Park…maybe just ‘zSUzSIE’ or…PHarkzilla…’

Mr. Scalp got between James and John and broke it up, “But are they aware that there are children in the park unsupervised right now as you two are here arguing?”

Mr. Wiggins called them to their senses, “GENTLEMEN, ACT PROFESSIONAL!!!”

John wasn’t done by a long shot, “YEAH, BE PROFESSIONAL YOU TRAITOR!!!”

He reached around Mr. Scalp and was able to shove James with one arm, displaying his own lack of professionalism.

Scalp tried to stand his ground between them while Hatfield went around John and struggled to hold John back.

Wiggins was on James’ side; however, he remembered they were not there to fight each other. They were there to fight this Beast of a park.

He still had a massive suspension about whether Hanson was fully on board with killing it completely or not.

Susie began to react to her creator’s anger by slamming several doors to various buildings and flashing all the lights in the park on and off.

She also increased the volume of the music to try and drowned them out, just like a teenager would do in the privacy of their own room when her parents fight, shout and argue back and forth.

John tried to calm down as he said, “Okay, okay…”

He shook Dr. Hatfield off his back.

Mr. Scalp remained in between him and James.

John still spoke sharply at James but stopped screaming at him, “Fine…fine. You call them, James! You probably have their number on speed dial!” He spit on the ground still brewing.

John turned and walked away as he led Dr. Hatfield and Mr. Wiggins toward Susie’s brains.

None of them, even John himself, were sure what they could do to stop the mayhem.


As the boys followed the arrows they went by several attractions they hated to pass up.

The lights were not only flashing on and off on everything but the music provided a fast hypnotic beat that peaked their interests to try something different and daring.



Jeremy was afraid they’d want to go in.

Ron’s response was, “HAHA DAVE, VERY FUNNY!


Jeremy distracted them by pointing up ahead about fifty yards, “LOOK UP THERE DAVE! CHECKIT OUT… A HELICOPTER!!”

The diversion worked.

David shouted, “I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO FLY ONE OF THOSE THINGS!”, as he jumped forward bound into a sprint.

Ronnie gave chase as he claimed yet again, “I’m taking second place.”

Jeremy found himself yelling, “I CALL SHOT GUN!” He collected his rational thought process and called out, “WAIT UP GUYS, THIS AIN’T NO VIDEO GAME! THIS IS REAL LIFE!!”

His friends got there before him and they had already climbed in. They were catching their breath after the fifty yard dash and began flipping switches.

Jeremy tried to reason with them, “YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO FLY A REALLY REAL HELICOPTER!!!”

Ronnie shouted, “COME ON JER. GET IN!”

Jeremy jumped in the back, still trying to talk sense into them, “GUYS, DOGS, I HONESTLY DON’T THINK WE SHOULD…”

David exclaimed, “SHUT UP JEREMY, YOU…”

Ron joined him on the last descriptive word, PUPPY!!!”

While David tried to start the chopper they heard an engine cutting through the air above them.

It chopped out the sound of the music.

Jeremy was sure his friend had somehow started the helicopter blades…

BADADADADA…(the sound of helicopter blades).

The trees around them were swaying.

Susie shut all her lights off and stopped her music as if to hide, throwing everything into complete darkness.

That’s when they saw the powerful floodlights coming from the sky.

David blamed Ron, “What did you touch Ronnie?!” Ron casted the blame, “Jeremy what did you do?!”

That’s when they realized that it wasn’t their vehicle at all but another helicopter overhead. The boys stuck their heads out the sides of the chopper and saw several huge army helicopters dropping large boxes with parachutes connected to them.

Jeremy whispered, “Someone contacted the authorities.”


Mr. Wiggins was relieved so see someone contacted the authorities and the officials were coming in and hovering over several points of the park.

John mumbled, “Ogh, crap.”

Dr. Hatfield pointed out, “LHook, Zthey aHre drHopping crHatez!”

Mr. Wiggins asked, “Why won’t they land?”

John smiled as he spoke, “We already have the helicopter landing pad full.” John was still holding onto hope that they’d leave his baby alone.

Mr. Wiggins was wishing they’d propel men, armed with machine guns, down to enforce justice.

Dr. Hatfield asked, “zShould vwe prHone oHut on zthe grHound, zshowing zthem oHur hHAandz?”

John just stood there watching the crates fall.

Mr. Scalp was drilling James with questions as they entered into the stadium seating area for the “Lake Of Goo.”

James explained, “Those cartons they are dropping…they are filled with an extremely large and extremely deadly medication. We’ll stop this mother.”

He reached for his cell phone and dialed John as he finished telling Mr. Scalp how John had told him what drugs slowed Susie down. “In large enough doses it will kill her.”

Mr. Scalp said, “Too much of anything will kill ya! That’s at least true with humans. I hope it applies to this machine.”

Mr. Goldberg held up his hand as John answered. “Johh, it is James.”

John handed the phone to Hatfield. “HHAello?”, the doctor said.

James asked for John.

“No, ah JohHAn iz… aHctually vwaHAlkingz avway. Zthiz iZ DHOC-KTAR HhhAtFieldz HheRe”

Mr. Goldberg clued Dr. Hatfield in, “Listen, John has been wanting to just find the right balance of chemicals to make the park run evenly and flow smoothly as it should. Each of those trunks has a serum in it to not just slow her down but take away her ability to function all together.

We have to inject that into Susie.”

Mr. Wiggins was trying to listen in as John walked further and further away from them.

Dr. Hatfield said, “I Hamm no dHoctor of mediZcine bud, iv I HunderZstand zthe vway JohHn crHHeated zthis pHark, vwe may mozsd LHikely ve Hable to injHect id inHto hany ov zthe cHables, zthe veinzs, LHike zthe vone behHind zthe vFunhHouse vwe zsaw, Hand id Vwill trHavel zthrough zthe, or hHer, whHole zsyzstHem.”

Wiggins was leaping for joy. James heard him shouting in the background, “YES! YES, I AM SURE THAT WILL WORK!”

The search lights over their heads were still there but were flushed out as Susie turned all of her lights on again.

The soldiers above the park heard a low frequency beginning to reverberate and gain intensity.

The Colonel on board one of the helicopters spoke into his mouthpiece, “It sounds like she’s rebooting! This thing is for real.” He wanted to tell his commander I told ya so but knew better.

“We are going to retreat now just in case there is an explosion General…That’s affirmative… No, negative…we will get a safe distance away for the whole team… 10-40…roger, over and out.”

As they pulled away the Colonel gave all his men the orders, “I want all choppers out at least one mile from the site.

She’s a big mother and there maybe several explosions.

We just don’t know exactly what we are dealing with here!”

The Armed forces rush off.

James was still on the phone with Dr. Hatfield. Mr. Wiggins told Hatfield to ask what they might expect to happen when they executed the park.

Dr. Hatfield ask then relayed the message, “HE HAzS NOoo hIDEA! HhE TOLD MA TO zTHINK OV zTHE PhARK AZ…HhUMAaN…vWAIT,…MAAAYBE… oHckay vwe’ll cHall bHack.” He hung up.

Wiggins asked, “Maybe what? Don’t tell me that he has another big but!”

Hatfield smiled at that expression, “No, bHut..haahaa…” Wiggins appreciated his new friend’s attempt to lighten up the mood with a little humor then asked, “Seriously, But what?”

Hatfield said, “zShe may hHave zsome…zseizure az a reHacZtionz tHo zthe…antHAidotez.”

By this time Mr. John Hanson was far away from the other men.

It appeared to them that he had just wandered off aimlessly to try to avoid the whole situation.

As John walked he spoke softy to Susie,

“They understand how machinery works.

They comprehend how the human body works, but…

even the best psychological and psychiatric scholars in this world don’t fully understand the mind

and the relation between the brain’s chemical compound and what it can cause the body to do.

Susie, you don’t need some type of psychotherapy.

Our relationship on this planet is all you need.

It is all I need.

I’ll save you.

No one is going to destroy what we’ve made, together.

We will survive, my love.”

As John approached one of the artificial mountains the water slides were built into. The side of the mountain moved, revealing a spiral staircase leading downward.

John entered.

As he descended he continued to speak,

“Susie, you are all I need.

I am all you need.”

As he followed the stairs, going below the outer surface, he repeated the mantra over and over again,

“We will survive, my love. We will survive, my love. We will survive, my love.”

His voice was almost mechanical.


Dr. Hatfield and Mr. Wiggins ran toward one of the crates that were dropped.

Mr. Goldberg and Mr. Scalp made a mad dash toward one that landed near them.

Both pairs of gentlemen opened up the large containers.

Every crate had the same exact instructions in them, accompanied with a command letter addressed to, Mr. John T. Hanson.

The letter read,


“Attention Mr. Hanson, we are now taking complete control and termination of your amusement park. The surgical needles enclosed are to be forced into every mainframe or generating source of energy that allows your Park to currently function. These lethal injections are to be given upon immediate receival or you will be held in contempt of a direct command from the ATF as well as the APC…”


Wiggens asked Hatfield, “What is the APC?” The doctor replied, “HHow vwould hi kHnovw? I havfe my PHD in engHAinHeerHing, nozthing elzse.”

Mr. Goldberg and Mr. Scalp stopped reading the same part of the letter for James to explain, “APC, that stands for the Association of Psychiatric Care”

Scalp said, “So We don’t need John’s help, permission or approval?”

James asked Mr. Scalp to read further.

James was accepting the fate that although Susie was John’s beloved creation this had to stop.

The ending of the letter was probably the most important, as well as, meaningful part.

All four of them were reading in unison at different ends of the park,


“…Although your Park is run in the same way the human body functions we are still considering that it is still a machine.

If it were human we could and would provide medication that would balance out the Manic and/or the Depressive characteristics; however, your Park is not human and will not be not be treated humanely.

You and your colleagues will be held liable for any damages caused by your park.

You are now hereby notified and ordered to use the medication enclosed to terminate thus mentioned enterprises.

Please call the number below upon completion of said orders.

If you do not comply we will take more evasive actions.”


General Sarah Bellum



Dr. Hatfield laughed as he noted, “vWhen I vwas a kid I uHUzse to vwrite Hon bazthroom zstallZs…”

Mr. Wiggins thought, ‘What has that got to do with anything. Has my friend here lost his mind too?’

Hatfield said, “I vwrote that zsame zthHing! I muzst hHAave vwritten id a zthousand tHimez betvween zthe agHeZs ofv eHight un nHine.”

Mr. Wiggins was genuinely conserned, “You wrote this letter on the stalls in bathrooms?”

Dr. Hatfield laughed even more as he explained, “Oh, haaHA, NOho, NOho, not zthe lettHer.

I vwrote zthat phHone nHumber.

ZThose nHumberz zspell oHut YhOU-AHARE-ZSICK.

Wiggins was relieved then said, “Let’s get to work.”

Mr. Scalp was getting to work too.

Goldberg grabbed his phone to call the number.

Scalp said, “Help me James!”

“I will but let me call the general to let her know that we are doing it.”

Scalp said, “WE WILL CALL AFTER WE DO IT. COME ON!!” The phone rang while still in his hand.

It was Dr. Hatfield, “JameZ, yHou got zthe crHAates opHAen un zthe zsuppliezs oHuDt?”

James answered, “YES!”, then asked, “Can we inject this into any cable?”

Dr. Hatfield replied, “I Ham un enginHeer nHot a dHoctHair, Jamez!”

Wiggins shouted, “LET’S JUST DO IT!”

Hatfield asked James again, “Do yHou knHow vwhere Hany majHor…arHteriezs Hare? Be hHonezst.”

James said, “I have no idea!”

Having overheard Mr. Wiggins, Scalp yelled in the background,



Dr. Hatfield heard Mr. Scalp and expressed his concerns, “I aHgree, hHAowevAIRr, Vwe don’t Vwant ZthingZ to gHet vworsze.

VWe cHould end op vwith Un explHoZsion ov zsome zsortz oun ZsHhe may perHvform even mHore irHate or errHatic.”

Wiggins put his two cents in, “If we don’t do something the military will probably drop some bombs. Either way, things may be explosive.”

James suggested, “We will find a cable and inject what they sent.

You do the same.

Then I will call the number and let them know and we’ll figure out what to do next.”

Hatfield agreed, “GHood. Call uz bHack un Vwhat to dHo nHext.”

They both ended the call.

None of the men had any idea what had happened to the boys. They were so focused on administering the shots in hopes that it would cause Susie to at least fall off into an unworkable sleep, or better yet die, that they all but forgot about the children.


The boys had tried to run into the bushes, off the paved trail to hide from the authorities.

Jeremy had hoped they would be rescued but not arrested. “We are so dead!”, said Jeremy.

“Why the Army?”, asked Ronnie.

David rolled his eyes, like any of them would have the answer to that. He said, “Probably because your mom is so worried about you she called all the guys that she’s dated haha!

Don’t worry Ronnie, she’ll find you daddy!”

Ronnie inched back further from the path and deeper into bushes, “OW! Something bit me!”

“Shhh. Stop it you guys. This is serious.”

Ronnie kept checking his back, “It was like I just got shocked.”

David said, “I’m shocked you’re not crying!”

Jeremy brought up, “I wonder what’s in those crates that were dropped?”


Mr. Scalp and the lawyer we’re at their end of the park, next to the “Lake Of Goo” while Dr. Hatfield and Mr. Wiggins were at the other end near a small train depot.

Wiggins already had one of the massive syringes unpack. “They are really heavy!” He told Hatfield.

Hatfield asked, “Did yHou zsee vwhere vwe Hare mizter vWigginZs?”

Wiggins turned to read the sign, “TRAIN OF THOUGHT, perfect.”

Hatfield was about to screw the five foot needle onto the six foot capsule his partner was holding when a flood of foul smelling liquid came rushing down the path way.

The men ran into the depot and jumped on the train to escape the flood.

Wiggins cried, “AHHHGHOG! THE LAKE OF GOO MUST BE OVERFLOWING!” The nasty smelling fluid flowed past them.

The train began to move.

Dr. Hatfield jumped off with the sharp needle in his hands yelling, ” JaHUMP OvFF! JaHUMP OvFF!!”

Wiggins had set the heavy cylinder down. He reached for it but it had rolled off the bench and under the train’s seats.

The train was quickly picking up speed.

In a panic he leaped off. The phone rang again. Wiggins expressed his frustration, “Agh, ya better get that! Maybe they already used their’s.”

James shouted into the phone, “WE JUST USED ONE OF OURS BUT…But”

Hatfield took a deep breath, “BhUT vWHAT JhAMEz?!”

James continued, “…But Susie’s reaction was violent. I think she…threw up. But it’s okay, that must mean it does effect her system.

Also, it’s all going to be O.K…. I just recalled John telling me that one of the ways to get to her heart, brain and lungs is by taking ‘The Train of Thought!’

I’m not really sure what station you’d get off at but if you can find the depot and get on that train…”

Hatfield stopped Goldberg right there, “zThe trHain haz alrHeady lefVt zthe zstaZtion!

Ann tHoo top hitd oVff id haz zthe tHop pHart oVf zthe zsyrHinge cHontainHing zthe medz.

I Ham hHoldingz juzt zthe nHeedle.”

Goldberg paused, “Wait…that’s okay. It’s going to be alright.

There are more capsules in the crates but only one needle. Listen…”

James gathered himself and gave further instructions while his partner, Mr. Scalp, was attaching their own needle to another cylinder,

“Look in the crate, under the foam packing peanuts.

You and Wiggins attached the needle to the end of all 6, well now 5 syringes, one at a time.

There at the station you will find large cords, big thick cables, maybe even something that resembles a circuit box.

Inject each syringe into a different place.

When we stuck our into a pipe here it looked like it could swell to the point of bursting.

We want Susie to ingest not reject this medication.

Make sure you don’t blow the vein!”

Wiggins demanded, “OKAY, OKAY! PUT DOWN THE PHONE AND COME ON!” He raced back to the crate.

Hatfield said, “vWe’re Hon it.

YHou call zthe YhOU-AhaRE-zSICK nHumber un tell BellHum zthat it’z bHEeing dHone zo zthey dHon’t bomb zthe entHire arHea!”

He hung up & waited for Wiggins to return.

James had no idea why the doctor called it the ‘you-are-sick number’ but as he dialed he noticed the letters matching up. “Oh, I get it.”, he was amused.

Dr. Hatfield held the huge surgical needle while Mr. Wiggins turned and tightened the syringe containing the prescribed drug.

By this time James finished his call with General Sarah Bellum he saw Mr. Scalp struggling to lift the antidote by himself.

With the needle attached it was twice as tall as him.

They sank the sharp end into what looked more like an air vent than a cable.

As they pushed the top the ground shook like an earthquake. It was Susie gasping for air.

The other two men stabilized themselves as they pulled their,

now empty,

shot out of the pipeline leading to underneath the railroad track.

The roof to the main depot collapsed while the rails began to flex.

Susie was having a mechanical seizure.

There was a loud explosion in the distance as the train derailed.

Susie was becoming more and more deranged as the explosion caused the hyperdermic container left on the train to shatter, releasing the chemicals.

They slowly seeped into her soil.

All four men went to each freight box they could find to finalize the treatment.

They wanted to use every last drop.

There was no such thing as too much.

They were on a mission to deliver a full overdose to this mad machinery.

They were not just going in for the kill but GOING FOR OVERKILL.

They were determined to shoot it up until the soft brain tissue was flooded and irrepairable.

James watch and listened, along with those who were helping stop this Bride of Frankenstein, as Susie seemed to power down in a slow whirl.

They heard a gear grinding sound, “Ieeeeeammmmsooooorrryyyyy.”

James wondered where John was at that very moment.

The minds of the other three thought of him too, wanting to know where he had wandered off.

Finally everything came to a sudden death halt.

The men stood in the darkness as everything faded to black.


Ronnie flipped on his little flashlight.

The boys heard nothing.

The Army had long retreating and they couldn’t even hear choppers in the distance.

Jeremy said, “Obviously the coast is clear.”

David suggested, “Let’s make a break for it.”

Ronnie’s eyes caught something in the distance that the other boys had not yet seen.

He pointed with the weak beam of light. “Look!”

Towering up from the ground, far above everything else in the park, were the waterslide.

Jeremy exclaimed with excitement, “That’s close to where we came in.”

David smerked, “I bet the water finished flushing the tubes cleared.

Now the slides are either freed from all particles or still flowing with water.”

Ronnie nudged his two friends and smiled, “Either way, I’m going first this time!”

Little did anyone know that under the park a new mechanical heart beat was still beating.

…….To be continued….maaaaybe………..


To continue the saga go to:

The Zoo BoyZ (same 3 boys on a different adventure)

Abandoned Zoo IZland

The Zoo BoyZ Story (https://tombeetlebailey.wordpress.com/?p=15132

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My mother taught me that every good short story leaves unanswered questions and causes you to want to explore things further. So, here are some post questions to stimulate and promote theories-

  • Is Susie’s heart still beating? Is she still alive?
  • Is there a baby machine below in Susie’s Underground?
  • What is the new mechanical heart beat that is still beating?
  • Will that grow into another Monster Park?
  • Is John human or an Android himself?
  • Is John controlling the park or the park controlling John?
  • Are they connected, linked, synced or bonded together at all in some way?
  • Where did John go?
  • Was the government actually the creator of John and/or the park (a military experiment gone wrong)?
  • Does James know the truth?
  • Do the boys realize that the park, Susie, is actually alive or do they just think what they encountered is all accomplished by high tech machinery?
  • Is there still something from “The Lake of Goo” still in the boy’s systems, intelligent molecules at work?
  • Is John and or Suzy an alien from another planet?
  • Will the military return and find the boys on the water slides?
  • Will the men discover the boys?
  • Will the boys eventually get out?
  • Will the men make it out of the park?

Add your answer, questions and comments below.

“vWhere zthere iz a vwill zthere iz a vway!”

For another one of my own personal favorite original stories, “Fair Science” – about a funny, crazy but brilliant scientist who invites three children into his mansion and his mind- go to the Online publication of “Fair Science”: https://tombeetlebailey.wordpress.com/2017/06/23/the-story-fair-science/

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Thanks for reading, Beetle

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God Knows 

I’m pretty confident in things I am doing but to be completely honest with myself there are times when I am really not sure what I am doing nor what to do when I don’t know what to do.

Today’s verses for the day are a great reminder for me…

If you don’t know what you’re doing, pray to the Father. 

He loves to help. 

You’ll get his help, and won’t be condescended to when you ask for it. 

Ask boldly, believingly, without a second thought. 

People who “worry their prayers” are like wind-whipped waves. Don’t think you’re going to get anything from the Master that way, adrift at sea, keeping all your options open.
James 1:5‭-‬8 MSG


Either worry or pray but don’t do both.

Living for God is not something I ‘do’ it is who I am. As I focus on being in Him & His Spirit living in me I am less concerned about ‘doing’ and submitted to  just ‘being’.

I honestly don’t understand all God’s plans but there is one thing I must do, hold onto His hand.

We can’t know what today or tomorrow holds but we can hold the hand that can.

Also said,

We don’t know what the future holds but we know who holds the future.


the creation looks forward to the day when it will join God’s children in glorious freedom from death and decay. 

For we know that all creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. 

And we believers also groan, even though we have the Holy Spirit within us as a foretaste of future glory, for we long for our bodies to be released from sin and suffering. 

We, too, wait with eager hope for the day when God will give us our full rights as his adopted children, including the new bodies he has promised us. 

We were given this hope when we were saved. (If we already have something, we don’t need to hope for it. But if we look forward to something we don’t yet have, we must wait patiently and confidently.) 

And the Holy Spirit helps us in our weakness.

 For example, we don’t know what God wants us to pray for. But the Holy Spirit prays for us with groanings that cannot be expressed in words. 

And the Father who knows all hearts knows what the Spirit is saying, for the Spirit pleads for us believers in harmony with God’s own will.

Romans 8:21‭-‬27 NLT


Hope is opposition and opportunity 

In Christ, Beetle 

Family of Believers 

Stay alert! Watch out for your great enemy, the devil. He prowls around like a roaring lion, looking for someone to devour. Stand firm against him, and be strong in your faith. Remember that your family of believers all over the world is going through the same kind of suffering you are.
1 Peter 5:8‭-‬9 NLT


  • Keep a cool head. 
  • Stay alert. 

The Devil is poised to pounce, and would like nothing better than to catch you napping.

  •  Keep your guard up. 
  • You’re not the only ones plunged into these hard times.

 It’s the same with Christians all over the world.

  •  So keep a firm grip on the faith.
  •  The suffering won’t last forever.
  •  It won’t be long before this generous God who has great plans for us in Christ—eternal and glorious plans they are!—will have you put together and on your feet for good. 
  • He gets the last word; yes, he does.

1 Peter 5:8‭-‬11 MSG


In Christ, Beetle 


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This is the story of a funny, crazy but brilliant scientist who invites three children into his mansion and his mind.




Dr. Raymond Rooosha sat down at his little TV tray next to an enormous dining room table. He took the first sip of his first cup of coffee for the day. He called it his “inspiration juice”. It was so hot and bitter that he could only drink it in small sips trying to cool it with his lips before entering his mouth entirely. With each small taste he let out a, “Aahh”, partially because it was burning his tongue and partly because he truly loved the taste.

Before him were three file folders. He rubbed the sand from his eyes and wiped it on his pajama pants then drove his fingers through his wildly out-of-control hair. Finally he yawned louder than loud. His kitchen staff heard him and smiles were exchanged as the head chef said, “And now the start of yet another…exciting day.”

The doctor’s outward expression was just a little louder today then other days. The maid upstairs making his bed and preparing the bathrooms was not used to hearing such a roar and wondered if everything was okay. Mr. Miff, the head Butler, was standing at the bottom of the spiral staircase and he looked up through the center making eye contact with the maid assuring her that all is well.
Dr. Rooosha was the most well-known scientists in the history of the world he was also known as the strangest scientist in world history. He was completely Bonkers! Sure he was brilliant, original, innovative and a genius but he was totally off his rocker, unpredictable and even unbearably manic at times.

His business of the day he was to review the 3 files that were set before him. The first file he opened and jump back repulsively as he expressed, “EEESH!” He looked at the photo of a little girl, pigtails, braces and dressed in a typical school uniform. He closed his eyes, reach for his coffee and took another sip, this time he tasted the BITTERNESS a little bit more than at first. He rubbed his eyes again before returning to the files. He read the description she and her parents submitted describing their charming little girl it read, “Susan Climate is a young lady who knows what she wants and knows how to get it. She has excelled in everything she puts her mind to. She is exceptionally intelligent beyond her years.” Dr. Rooosha rolled his eyes and then continued reading, “She’s won first place 13 times at the state science fair and Achieve 32 trophies for excellence in inventing. She is very active in recreational and constructive extra-curricular after school activities.” Dr. Roosha spouted, “BAHHH!”, followed by, “Yay, yay for her! She’s a jolly good fellow!!! Everyone give three cheers for Susie!!!” He then quickly flipped the next page. There he read what his hired staff wrote about the young girl when they met with her in person. It read, “This is a weird one!” Before reading any further Dr. Rooosha took another sip of the coffee, turn to his left and spoke as if someone was there. Mr. Miff was use to this by now. The first time Mr. Miff experienced it he actually started to respond but then quickly realize the good doctor was just thinking out loud. Dr. Rooosha spoke to his invisable friend, “Exceptional, except…tional hmmm.” The word channel came to his mind and his thought process deviated slightly to having a t.v. that received every channel except the channel this child was broadcasting. He said out loud, “Except channel…accept channel…hmmmmm.” He took another slightly larger sip of his inspiration juice then continued. “I’m not sure what that means Mister Miff, Mr. Miff? His head Butler snapped out of his normal meditation he did while his master carried on with his normal routine and antidotes. Miff answered, not really sure what was being asked, “Ah, what’s that sire?” “Do you know what that means Mr. Miff?” Mr. Miff cleared his throat and stammered, “Oh no, ah no sire, I can’t say that I do.” Dr. Rooosha inhale deeply then push the air out through puffed cheeks. “Well.”, he continued, “I guess we’ll find out…hmmm exceptionally intelligent beyond her years.” He stood to his feet, approach the floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the mountains and valleys surrounding his home. He pressed his nose and forehead against the glass. His words fogged up the window pane as he went on recanting what he read, “State fairs, recreational constructive extracurricular after school activities. A bit over the edge mom and dad.” Then he completed the thought with a sigh proclaiming his discouragement, “Oh well Mr. Miff, WE will see, we WIll see, we will SEE?” Mr. Miff just nodded and said, “Just as you say sire.’ The doctor sat back down, pulling up his chair little closer to the TV tray. “Would you like more coffee sire?” His servant asked, trying to bring some comfort both to himself and to his employer. “Nah, I must press on Miff, thank you.” What his staff wrote about Susan climate was a whole lot more accurate and realistic than anything already scripted by Susie’s mom and dad since I have not had the… pleasure of meeting Susie I don’t know what she is really, really like now do I?” Mr. Miff was not sure if he should answer or not. Just then Dr. Rooosha clarified things by point-blank saying, “Don’t worry Mr. Miff I’m just thinking, thinking out LOUD.” He shouted the last word of his sentence but the whole house knew that was all part of their bosses verbally animated character. The staff didn’t fear their employer they just highly respected him and they didn’t want to get in the way. They were there to help not hinder. There were times when they swore there was somebody in the house visiting then came to realize that it was just the doctor doing various voices and impressions. Reading further, what his staff wrote, “She’s is a real doozie.” He leaped to his feet and shoured, “Doozie Susie, we got a live one here folks!” He sat back down in a jerk and read more, “This little girl thinks that she is the smartest person on the planet and has the attitude to prove it. She is more of a smarty pants than intellectually sound. We think that she may just be a little snot-nosed child, maybe not a true scientist.” Dr. Rooosha inhale deeply again, “Now that is what I want to hear!” A smile slowly appeared across his long thin face, “Now I can have more coffee please my dear Mr. Miff.” No exception needed to be summoned. The kitchen personnel were waiting at the door for the request. They knew the routine, although sometimes unpredictable. A friendly will groomed young lady came out with a scolding hot pot of coffee. She smiled as she poured a little more coffee added to what was already there. The doctor looked up and with sincere gratitude said, “Thank you, Jill. I truly don’t know, I can’t fathom what I would do without you.” Then he raised his voice almost scaring the young lady, “Any of you and all of you I appreciate every single one of you! She just gave a little curtsy bow and backed out of the room into the kitchen where she knew she would feel a little more sane.

“Shhhh, enough.” whisper Dr. Rooosha. He rubbed his eyes again and stood to his feet stretching his arms out into the air above and around his body while extending his butt out and up, his voice bursting out moans of pleasure, “OHHHHH YEAHYAY, yeah okay ready for some more.”, he said as he sat right back down. The kitchen staff almost entered to bring him more coffee but realized once again he was just speaking to himself about what he was going to do next. Although Dr. Rooosha was eccentric he was still loved by his staff, not to mention he paid them much more then they would make doing something else. “Now, wow!”, Dr. Rooosha exclaimed as he closed Susan’s file and slid it to the side almost pushing it off the table completely. Then, in one fast flinch, he shoved the file he had finished off the TV tray and into the air. He turned and watched with the way the pages glided through the air and settled to the ground. “Hmmm… I wonder if Susie can fly like that?”

His focus went back to the next file. “Next!!!”, he shouted. The very next file folder he slid in front of him he lifted to his nose to smell. “Humph electrical.” He then placed it back down and opened it. He studied the photograph he saw before him. He thought how familiar this kid looked. “Miff I can’t put my finger on it but I think I’ve seen this face before… Miff? The butler assured him, “Yes I am here sire.” “Okay, okay, I’m just checking. You know how I hate to be left alone.” Mr. Miff smiled and said once again, “Yes sire.”, and gave a little smirk. Dr. Rooosha looked over his shoulder at Mr. Miff and smirked back then went on to read. “This is Philip Ross. He is better known as Phil ‘filament’ for having invented a new type of light bulb filament. Phil likes to ride horses, play polo and take long walks in the woods.” Dr. Rooosha couldn’t contain himself and busted out in wild uncontrollable laughter. In between breaths he managed to the a few words out, “Whee, he, wow…thee, he, this kid is is known for ha, ha horse playing.” He looked over his shoulder at his Butler, still standing there, almost at attention and said, “caha, come on now, mehe meester MiHiff, UT hum, get your composure back this is shherious shhhtuff. Really, it’s, ut hum.” The Dr. tried to compose himself but still couldn’t finish speaking with a straight face, “Thiiis is, ut hum, beeeyyyond the shadow of a… doubt, ut hmmm, the most shhherious shhhtuff you’ll ever, ever, ever, ever EVER, do… okay, maybe not that shhherious UT humm, whooo. I think I need more coffee please.” As the nice young lady entered again he broke out into his own original mocking of a hip hop song, “Pretty, pretty please, with sugar on top top top.” Steam Rose from the coffee that was pour it into his barely empty cup. After thanking his staff member again he sang one more line, “Gonna sing it wrong and then stop, stop, stop.” He froze his dancing mimic then went to the back to the business at hand. “What i am reading here is more like something you’d print in the news paper looking for a date. Did this kid cut and paste his MySpace profile?” As he turned to read the next page he noticed it was not his staff’s comments, rather it was the last part of what this little Mr. Philip, ‘Phil Filament Ross’, had to say about himself. It read, in bold large print as if one could not see it well enough in small print, “MY NAME AND ACTIONS SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES.” Dr. Rooosha turn the page looking for something more than said with a chuckle, “Well, well, that is a deep deep well. There’s nothing like a little confidence.” He then found the page written by his staff who had the elite privilege of meeting Mr. Phil Filament Ross. He read their notes it out loud, “This boy looks above your head when speaking to you. When asked about his scientific abilities he just kept referring to his sole invention, or as he said, ‘creation’, the new filament that will allow light bulbs to last forever. Other than that he just wanted to show us pictures he brought with him of him, his horses and him riding his horses.” Dr. Rooosha stood up for another stretch, not expressing himself out loud this time he thought, “I wonder if this ‘Fill-o-mint’ will arrive on one of his horses? That would be cool, maybe a Mustang.” Dr. Rooosha step away from the t.v. tray and walked around his 20-foot oval dining room table. He made a few laps one way and then a few more backwards as if he was retracing his steps in the snow. He returned to the tiny t.v. tray and sat down, trying to make himself more comfortable in his little wooden chair. Closing Philip’s file there was one more file left. Dr. Rooosha was hoping that this was the one he had been waiting for.

His staff where instructed to find two children who thought they were some scientific genius and gloated in some scientific success and then find one child who had scientific talent but was humble and possessed a rich desire to learn everything Dr. Rooosha had to offer.

Dr. Rooosha put his index finger on the next file. He slowly moved it over, shoving the previous one off the edge and onto the floor. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and open the file. When he looked down he saw what appeared to be the most innocent, meek and timid boy he had ever seen. “Looks can be deceiving.”, he said, not sure if there was a child alive today who had what all good scientists must embody. “Okay, let’s see what you got!” He continued to survey the file. He read silently then he stood up, walked toward the window and began to read the last few sentences out loud, “Benny’s dream is to discover not how to invent something new or create something from an original idea but to take what Heroes of our past have started, as well as what nature itself tells us, and continue with those efforts. We should use that knowledge until all resources have been explored, leaving behind challenges and opportunities for success. This will increase growth for generations to come. Dr. Rooosha stopped just before walking face-first into the glass window. As he peered over the top of the folder he raised his voice just above a whisper and said, “We evolved, we progress, we succeed, we build, we extend, we embellish, we embrace a belief that there is such a thing as too fast too many and too much.” Then as he slid open the large glass door. He felt the freezing cold wind cut through his thin pajamas and touch his skin. He yelled outside at the top of his burning lungs, “Why, why do we keep coming up with more and more and more stuff that we don’t need?! It’s time to let science step up and be allowed to work while the scientists step back! He repeated himself yelling into the brisk air hearing his voice echoing off the mountains, “IT IS TIME to let science work while scientists stop working!!! SCIENCE STAND UP! ! ! SCIENTISTS SIT DOWN ! ! ! YOU HEAR ME WORLD?! PEOPLE OF THE WORLD?!” His last word echoed back, “DO YOU HEAR ME, me, me??!! Dr. Rooosha came back in and had trouble closing the heavy door. The wind force made things even more difficult. Mr. Miff never saw the doctor so direct and upset about anything. He was not sure if he understood what was said by his boss but he could tell he was passionate about it. The Dr. went straight upstairs as he asked Mr. Miff to please pick the files up off the floor, tidy up anything else and to let him know when the children arrived.



A few hours went by. A few months prior to all this Dr. Rooosha had covered every square inch of his mansion, making sure everything was in place for the new young scientists to explore. The doorbell rang and bounced off the marble floor and smooth stone walls. Mr. Miff move toward the door. Unexpectedly Dr. Rooosha came rushing down the banister, ran up and slid in front of his Butler before the door was opened. “Please, allow me this time Mr. Miff.” His head Butler stepped back and nodded Dr. Rooosha took a deep breath and let it out slow. He then turn the cold silver knob and open the oversize door. The three children he read about where now standing in front of him. Behind them he heard the snapshots of the cameras, the calls and shouts from the Press. He looked down at the three children standing there and said,”Welcome, welcome. I’m so glad you’ve arrived. Will you please excuse me just one moment, please, there is one matter I must take care of before you come in. The children stood at attention staring up at him. As he stepped around them they continued to stand staring at the big door huge door. He then spoke loud enough for the press to hear him,

“People, people, so many of you, some of you irate, thank you for staying outside of the gate… I know it’s hard to be held at Bay but I can assure you that at the end of the day…we will conclude our time together I will come out there, we all will, no matter what the weather… I will fill you in on this wonderful time spent we will meet you in the media tent. Thank you!”

What he shouted almost came across poetic. The world had its attention on what was taking place, not just because Dr. Rooosha was always a character of interest, intrigued and intelligent but because this was the first time he opened up his mansion and his mind. Many journalist and popular well known celebrity interviewers tried to setup entrances but these three students that were hand-selected and given the privilege and opportunity. They were becoming known worldwide for their break through in science. Some newspapers labeled them as, “The Next Dr. Rooosha.” Millions of people follow their progress on various social media sites, as well as in the newspapers, on the radio, t.v, and talk shows. Their stories, their lives were broadcasted for the world to see. Because of this people were not only aware of their professional achievements but also knew personal details like what’s their favourite flavor of ice cream. Having addressed the public the doctor turned around and ushered the three guests in from behind, almost like a sheepdog herds a flock of sheep.

Once inside he closed the door behind him and moved around in front of them. He noted that their attention was fixated on the appearance of the mansion. Mouths’ wide open and eyes about to pop, they kept looking up and all around trying to take in its size majesty and pure beauty. “It is nice isn’t it?”, Doctor Rooosha asked. The kids were speechless. Susan Climate was the first to look closely at Dr. Rooosha. She was taken back realizing he was still in his pajamas and to top it off they were kind with the feet built in. She blurted out, “Why are you in your p.j.s?! He simply answered, “So that if I fall asleep while working on something I’m dressed to rest!” When the doctor turn to lead them into the house they all chuckled a little and exchanged looks noticing that there was a flap in the back, held shut with buttons. This was just like the old long johns underwear that could be opened in the rear so you could use the toilet without taking off your clothes completely. He expected that reaction and kindly said, “When you’re done chuckling about what I’m wearing on the outside of my body I will escort you on a tour and share with you the things inside my brain. You see children, this is not just a tour of my Mansion. It’s a tour of my mind.” The children were captivated by the animated expressions on his face.



“I have invited you here because I have read and heard that each of you have captured the attention of the world with your scientific abilities. When I was young I had no one mentoring me. My purpose and goal in meeting with you today is to get to know you for who you really are. Also, for you to get to know me, who i am and for us to come together and consider our role in science. I’m going to show, ask and tell, no, no, no, tell, show and ass…no, wait a tick, actually ask first, yeah, then show and then tell…” He looked up as if searching his own mind for order then completed his sentence, “…Many wonderful and totally mind blowing, amaaazing, emphasis on the zing part, things. Do you like a good maze? I do hope you will be amused and amazed. ” Then he said in a sing-song manner, “First, first, first things first, ask the class. Pop goes the Weisel cause the Weisel goes pop Quiz! Yep, that is it, a pop quiz! Poppity pop pop pop quiz.” He stopped and looked at the three young people and ask, “Do you like my singing? I know you like my P.J.s.” He received no response or reaction, just blank stares. So he went on, ” I have here a jar of water, not acid, not juice, not urine, not even eyeball fluid but a jar of ordinary H2O…water. Now, as I shake it look, water is coming out. The floor is getting wet! Someone may fall! Somebody could fall on purpose and try to sue me! Look at it as I’m shaking it. If I keep this up there won’t be anything left in the jar unless I refill it and do it again!!!” He froze, then spoke with his lips stuck together. His words came out funny but they could understand what he was saying they just didn’t know why he was saying it that way. He strained his words through his sealed lips and gritted teeth, “Now, you tee trillin ah not sure why I woo refill ot an do it again dut…” He then unfroze and snapped out of it, speaking clearly again he exaggerated his words, “Ooookay now, here is… the… pop… quizzz. I’m going to assign you to a grade level according to your answer. Question number one Benny, why did the water come out of the jar?” Benny was nervous and didn’t expect to be called on the spot but he was able to say with some assurance and Logic, “The lid was not put on right?” The doctor said with great enthusiasm, “YyyyNO! That’s not the answer I was looking for, second grade! Sorry. Number two Phillip, or Phil, the same question.” Phil was a little on edge also but answered, “cuz you shook it too hard sir?” The doctor smiled and started to nod his head yes then shouted, “KINDERGARTEN! I still have not heard the bottom line, the exact and obvious reason. NOW, you, young lady, nice to have you with us. What is your answer to the same question, and please try not to answer with the question as the two young men did. Susan thought she was the only one that had the right answer and puffed up as she answered proudly, ” The jar is flawed. It could be, as my peer has recommended, that the cap is not correctly in place or perhaps there is a crack, the presence of a small hole or any such particular imperfection in one area of displacement. That could very well be the specific and scientific rational reason the jar loses its capacity to hold water sir.” Dr. Rooosha stood back and he looked amazed. This made Susan all the more prouder and she gloated in it. He was amazed, but not at her intelligence, at her ignorance and her unnecessary use of words. He was pleased to inform her of the grade level he was assigning to her. He snapped the words out quickly, “AIN’T BEEN BORN YET!!! She was appalled. He took a deep breath in and said, “Back To The Head of the Class, Benny, why did the water come out of the jar and onto the floor?” Benny thought for a few seconds and then replied, “Well, Doctor, I was going to say this at first when you asked me but it seemed too simple and too obvious I guess but the reason the water came out of the jar is because… there’s water in the jar.” The doctor leapt in excitement, “WOOooo whooo, yesss!” Then he gave Benny the grade, “Master’s degree! Brilliant, good job! That is it, that is it folks, obvious right there in front of our faces. What goes in must come out. What has been put in, when shaken, pushed and pressured enough, it will come out. If you have any particles or material, especially chemical, in a confined area you have to remember and never never neeeever forget that it can and probably, and will most likely, get OUT. ALWAYS consider what harm it could cause for others. What seems like a huge scientific step forward could knock us back on our buttocks and cause great devastation to a complete ecosystem.” The doctor blinked his eyes rapidly then he raised his arms far above his head and took a really deep breath, ” Come, come on now.”, He called, “We got to shuffle through.” He began to walk but then turned quickly and shouted, “Mind the water! Don’t anybody slip on accident, or on purpose!” He smiled, turned with a jerk and rushed off.

The kids jump to catch up with his brisk walk. When they were able to get close enough behind him he turned around very rapidly. They literally bumped into him, unable to stop in time. “Oh there you are.”, he said. “Now please come into my, my lounge…ah my relaxation room…the den…agh, we are still working on the ah, name. I am not alone in this world. Let’s talk first and listen later, then look before we leap. It’s now time for me to show you something or for you to show me something.” Not one of the nervous preteens had any idea what Dr. Rooosha just said, or meant, but they did know without a doubt that this was going to be one weird day.



“Sit, sit, sit, ZIT, ewwww! Everyone have a seat.”, said the doctor as he gestured toward various strange shaped objects. Susan tried to sit on the top of this ‘U’ shaped structure but ended up sliding down into its middle. Phil straddled an object that look like a long snake. Benny wasn’t sure to make of any of this either but he tried to make himself comfortable inside this egg-shaped thing. “Okay, let me see… Susan Cimate?!” Susan answered with confidence, “Yes sir that’s me!” Dr. Rooosha said, “Please, we are all friends here. Don’t call me sir. Call me Doctor.” Her face showed her confusion as he went on, “So Susie…” She interrupted, “No, no Sir, ah doctor, I am Susan not Susie. I go by Susan, Susan Climate not Susie.” Dr. Rooosha nodded and replied, “Oh, I see.” He scratched his chin and continued, determine that this little girl was not going to interrupt him again, “Now, Susie, you invented an air conditioner that runs on its own thrust of air. The air is forced through the the fan and, once it is started by an initial boost of energy, it will continue to self-sufficiently function on its own putting out cool, cold air, kind of like a windmill. She began to speak but he raised his voice and went on, “ALSO, I read that you found out how to run a washing machine by the force of water, much like a watermill. I like it! May we see it?!” She didn’t expect to be asked to see it. She stammered, “Ahhh, well, I didn’t bring…” He clapped his hands and his staff wheeled in both machines. She was shocked. “Let’s see.”, he commanded as they pulled off the sheet covering the first one. “PLEASE, show me, please Susie.” “It is it is Susan Sir!” To this he said, “It is DOCTOR, SUE. Don’t waste any more time. We have others you know, and you have two things too, so show show show please!” Susan went to explain with words. To this he shouted, “SHOW!!!” He calmed himself then actually whispered, “Not show and tell. Shhhow. The show will tell all.” Susan almost felt like she couldn’t just show him she thought she had to tell him but after hearing him Shout she knew it was best to just push the button. Dr. Rooosha watched with eyes wide open. The air condition machine made a little click sound, like the sound when lighting and electric gas fed barbecue grill. It then pushed cold air out, just as it was meant to. “Yesss.” He expressed with delight. “Now the washing machine. Show us please Susie, please thank you please. Please show show show.” Susan said nothing. The staff pulled the sheet off of it and Dr. Rooosha said, “Wait! Susie, does this have a guard covering the wheel in the back that spins?” Susan said , “Sir, I mean doctor, I really would like for you to call me Susan I…” Dr. Rooosha stopped her. “Susie, your naaame is not important here and now and has nothing to do with this. Just answer the question.” She sighed and said, “No sir it does not, however, it is in the back and it…” He jumped in before she finished and said “It’s Doctor, not sir, and you need a guard or some type of safety covering, even though the turning gears are in the back. Now, show. Let the show begin. Does it work?”, he prodded. Susan push the button just like she had on the A/C unit and the washing machine kicked on and kept running after that one jolt of energy. The Dr. walked over and stood next to Susan then said, “Now, look at the back Susie.” She turned her head to the side and peered around the edge of the machine to see the back. Her hair got caught in the wheel and pulled her into the gears. She shrieked, “AHHHGH!!!” Dr. Rooosha quickly pulled out scissors from a pocket on the side of his p.j.s and cut her hair, freeing her. “YOU, you cut my hair!”, she yelled. “I saved your life Susie!”, he yelled back, ” Wake up Susie, wake up little Susie, wake up.”, he broke into song. She was too embarrassed and ashamed to lash back in any way form or fashion.

“Now, who is Philip ‘Filament’ Ross?”, He asked as if he didn’t already know, “You are next. SHOW US!!!” The staff wheeled in Phil’s invention on cue. Before they uncovered it Dr. Rooosha described what he knew about it, “Under this sheet is a type of light bulb, that when tapped by a small hammer, has an internal chemical mixture, much like a glow stick from a rave party, that gives off a bright enough light to fill an entire room and I understand it is cold to the touch. Now, before you show us I want to ask one question, what happens if the bow, I mean bulb, breaks?” Phillip didn’t expect that question, “No one has ever asked me that Ssir, ah…Doctor.” “Well, I’m asking you now.” Philip admitted with some disgrace, “I…I…I, um, really don’t know Doctor.” Then the doctor gave a quick shout, “SHOW!” They all jumped and the sheet was pulled off. Phil picked up a tiny hammer next to the bulb and tapped it ever so lightly. It worked just as predicted. Dr. Rooosha stepped over to the light, reached out, touched it and said, “Ah yesss, it was cool to the touch. It’s actually very cold!” He then unscrew the bulb and dropped it to the ground. It broke open and the room filled with the deadly gas put off from the chemicals released. Dr. Rooosha pulled a handkerchief out of his side pocket and masked his face. The rest of the kids choked and coughed. Susan let out a shrill, “aghh!”, followed by a gasp for air. Benny tried to mask his face with his arm and without hesitation or prompting he grabbed what was left of the broken bulb, ran to the window and threw it out. He then dashed to all the other windows in that room, opening them so the gas could escape. After the tear-jerking, throat grasping fumes cleared the room Dr. Rooosha said, “Ooops.”, and smiled. He put his hand on Phil’s shoulder, looked him in the eye and said, “Good job Benny!” Phil replied, “I’m Philip, not BENNY!” The doctor replied, “Oh yes, I know but you Phil, filled the room with deadly gas so I’m calling you ‘fill’ from now on! And again good job Benny, thank you. NEXT!!!”

The staff rolled in a small car covered by a white sheet, “Thiiiiisss is Benny’s. Benny?” Benny was shy, very shy and even a little scared. Without a word he just stepped forward and walked over to the vehicle. The doctor shouted, “SHOW!” The staff members pulled the sheet off and threw it into the air. It cascaded down to the floor like a smooth landing parachute. Benny said nothing. Dr. Rooosha said nothing. Benny open the door and started the engine. Dr. Rooosha smiled and said, “It runs on saltwater, saltwater! Now we know what else we can to do with our oceans. Imagine a boat that could be powered off of the surface it uses to travel on. Consider this.” He paused for a moment and thought then began an improvised poetic verse that came to him on the spot, right off the top of his dome,

“We have not been to the deepest part of the sea. We don’t even know where it may be!

I don’t think it is bottomless. But I do believe it is deep enough for all of us.

We can tap into it as fuel. We can use it as a carpool!”

He smiled at the rhyme that came to his mind. “Much like all of your inventions, discoveries and projects it will take tools to make these tools and it will take money to manufacturer these tools but these tools will save money and the environment. Benny’s car that runs on saltwater could put a cease to the wars over oil and gas! Now come with me. Leave your machines running. I love the sound. I like how they don’t produce noise but just a nice hummm. I commend all of you that they not only don’t produce pollution but they reduce noise. All of your machines are much more pleasant than the shriek Susie makes.” He imitated Suzie’s reaction to when he cut her hair and when she experienced Phil’s experiment going wrong. “Phil, I mean ‘fill’, and Benny I do apologize for any misfortune brought to you as well. I was going to tell you earlier but none of us could breathe! Dr. Rooosha was not trying to hurt any of these children’s feelings but he was giving helpful criticism in order to challenge them and get them to improve what they have started. Perhaps allowing Susan to get her hair caught in her own machine and cutting her hair was a bit over the edge and breaking the container that held the chemicals Phil mixed was pushing the envelope but he wanted to deliver a strong message that they would not soon forget.



What Dr. Rooosha did next outweighed every outlandish behavior they saw so far. He laid down on the floor face up then, using a back handspring he put himself back on his feet and exclaimed, “Let’s jump to it!” and the tour began.
Strolling down a long hall with the children behind him he told them a brief background of how and why he built this mansion. “This is not just my home. This was my dream since I was a little boy like you, well like you Susie but a boy, I used to sit in the woods and there I found encouragement and gained the knowledge of what could be developed using, but not abusing nature. The Natural Science of how things work around us can teach us so much. My parents sometimes had trouble finding me but I always returned home because it was there, at home, that I could build an extension of what nature already did for us. The inventions I enjoyed working on the most were based on the way insects work, such as the first bulldozer. I mimicked the way moles burrow and push around dirt. The dung beetle pushes dung with their back legs. Imagine pushing that around all day, that big ball of poopy! That helped me come up with the development of a backhoe. Other animals, even are domestic dogs dig with their front paws but throw the dirt up, underneath themselves, that one I’m still working on. I watched a spider and saw how it used its web, that led to safer window cleaning contraptions and better building scaffolding. Maybe you are aware of how we are working on using spider webbing to develop bone marrow transfusions, but that dives into the medical field and is a whole other story. Then I studied anteaters, elephants and other creatures of nature that inspired me to build cranes with extending arms and Steamrollers. The giraffe spired the cherry picker machine that could reach up high. All of these are just imitations of nature.

This meant a lot coming from him because he was the one who invented all of those machines.
He stopped abruptly again and turn to face the kids. This time they kept their distance so they didn’t run into him again. He looked down at them and began to say, “You know kids…” He stopped, looked up at the ceiling and then bent down on one knee so he could look them in the eye as he said softly and gently, “You know young people you, and what you have invented, is an enhancement of what has been around us for years.” The three looked at each other then back at Dr. Rooosha. He saw they needed further explanation. “You may not realize it but Susie…”, he smiled knowing how much it bothered her that he was changing her name ever-so-slightly. He acted as if it was a strain to pronounce her full name, “Suuue…sss…ann, your contraptions use air and the other uses water for power. Yes it needs a small electrical volt to start but, once in place, look how it keeps running and can be used to complement our own personal hygiene.” A small smile started to form on Susan’s face until she was just beaming with light and pride. In her head she thought how this compliment made up for the correction, humiliation and embarrassment she went through earlier, however, she was still upset about her unplanned haircut. She felt so good it almost made her forget that she couldn’t stand being called Susie, almost. “And you Phil…”, the doctor went on, “You used the chemicals that lightning bugs use. If you squeeze a lightning bug and break its butt open there’s a toxic fume exerted but they are so small it has no effect on us. So let’s figure out how to make your container, with the larger source of light, break proof, unbreakable and everything will be fine.” His voice was calm and soothing then he extended his hand and put it on Benny shoulder addressing all of them, “Class you three are special. You have a gift and drive. Each of you have put together scientific principles and laws of nature to form utilities I have wanted to put together myself. Benny, you have now given us an opportunity to run the heavy machinery and our personal vehicles without filling our air with tainted gas and oil fumes.” Benny looked down at his feet humbled by the compliment. Imagine combining all three of your inventions and once a huge cruise ship starts moving the saltwater fuels it and all of the lights on the ship are Phil’s filaments. Dr. Rooosha then stood to his feet and collected himself saying, “Now don’t get all mushy on me it’s one thing to be passionate and grateful for the things around us it’s another thing to shed tears. WAIT, maybe if we all cry enough we could feel the oceans with tears and that would fuel the ‘Benny buggy’! That was supposed to be a joke, funny, haha, you know?” None of them found humor in what he said, they were still caught up in the meaningful moment, so he just turned back around to press through the Mansion’s extensive hallways. “Let’s Press On!” Dr. Rooosha began to walk faster and faster until he was running full speed. The children had no trouble keeping up with him but the halls zigged and zagged. The unexpected corners did challenge them. Out of no where the doctor stopped and put his back flat against the wall. The kids momentum didn’t stop and they ran a few feet beyond where the doctor stopped. They turned and came back to where he was frozen against the bright white wall, “Oka,y we are safe now.” Susan was the first to ask what all of them wanted to know, “Safe from what?” Dr. Rooosha has smiled as he caught his breath and answered, “I’m not sure, but we are safe now right?” They all kind of chuckled and agreed in unison, “YES!” The children were finally realizing it was okay to have fun and play along. Then he tapped his palm against the wall and it slowly opened, “Hurry, hurry before it closes!”, he encouraged them. They quickly squeezed into the next room, avoiding being crushed by the rotating wall.



Once again the three of them took in an eyeful of the entire room that had just been revealed to them. They all let out a loud and long, “WOOOOW!” “I call it my biodome!” Phillip noticed that the glass ceiling went on for miles. Benny felt like it was if they stepped into a foreign country and it was so large its size reminded Susan of some islands that she was able to visit. Phil asked, “What is that huge box or, ah, room in the corner over there?” Dr. Rooosha chimed in with great glee, “Ah yes, it is what I call the ‘nocturnal room’. It is a pod with no the windows. In there I observe how and what things grow, glow form, recreate and evolve in complete darkness.” “What is that?!”, ask Benny, pointing to an area with strange looking animals. Dr. Rooosha cupped his hands over his mouth and use them as if he were a tour guide speaking in a fuzzy sounding microphone, “CHKHHhhh, attention folks, attention! We can, chkhh, stand here in the doorway and see things from a, chkhh, or we can get, chkhh, up close. By the show of hands, how many of you today would like the tour to begin? Chkhh, check one two testing testing.” They all responded by raising both hands, playing right along. “Chckhh, okay folks, chckhh, stick with your buddy, chkhhshhckchh, as we travel along chckhh, THE BIO-DOME, Dome, Dome, dome. ChKia he 10-4 good buddy, chckhh, ALLL ABOOOARD!” He jumped to the front of the line and led the way like a train. They listened and looked carefully not wanting to miss anything as he spoke in a normal but projected voice, “This is basically an extravagant greenhouse, more like a green City, and oh so much more, because of its enormous size. This is where I grow organic, as well as inorganic plants and animals.” He turned, walking backwards to better see the kids and for them to hear him better. Over here on my right, your left, you will see a typical Field Garden and animal farm like you see or may see in American Farm country. You can’t buy any of these items at Macy’s, although some of the wool from our sheep we do sell to manufacturer to make clothes that they then overprice and sell. I, WE, grow everything in this area the exact same way the F.F.A., the U.S.D.A., the U.S.A. and the P.T.A. does. That’s right I said P.T.A., the Parent Teacher’s Association. I don’t withhold one single chemical pesticide or other artificial coloring or poison used in this day in age. You won’t find any insects or get any mosquito bites but you could die from the pesticides and insecticides. ANNnnd on this side, over here to my left your right, behind the 100 foot high and 1 foot deep plastic window you’ll see the all truly natural or as I like to call it the all natural nature all area. THIS part of the building here is directly above a real fresh spring, an ice water hole! We don’t have a gate for the water so there’s no ‘Watergate issues here’. The natural well forces out, and up, ice cold water from the depths of caves below, which we may visit later. This section is allowed to grow without any interference. It is sealed of, sanctioned, seperate, SET APART and sanctified. Above you you’ll see a type of trapezzzze made out of trees and vines. You may have seen something like this in the circus! Those are for the orangutangs as well as other animals that use the tops of treessss, like a trapezzze, as a mode of transportation. We do not charge them for this mode of transportation. Coming up behind me is what may look like a huge cage for all Homo Sapien life forms.” Susan said, “You, you mean animals,not people right?!” Dr. Roush smiled, “Now Susie, surely you know what Homosapien are!” Phil swallowed hard he was a little nervous but answered, “Mmmaammals mammals right?” Benny added, “But, but not all mammals can survive on land. Homosapien, us, are mammals but ah…” He looked at the other two kids and then to Dr. Rooosha and said, “Whales, dolphins, they are mammals but you, Dr. Rooosha said, ‘all homosapien’ life-form.” Dr. Rooosha motion for them to come closer, “Take a look. See, see for yourself. Look, look, observe and study.” One by one each child began to see. Susan was the first to shout, “A human!!!” “Very good Susie!”, commended the Doctor. She looked at him, rolled her eyes and corrected him, ” SUSAN SIR!” “Of course, as you wish Susie.” She growled and grunted in frustration. Benny exclaimed, “There’s a whole family of people over there!” Philip cried, “Where, WHERE?!” Then he noticed more and more people in the distance walking around, crawling in and out of what looked like man-made shelters. Some were climbing trees to reach figs growing up high. Some were washing their clothes in a stream of water. “NOW, kids, before you call the F.B.I, C.I.A. or M.T.V. on me, let me explain that everyone living in there has volunteered. I know that they are so faaar in the distance they look like little ants but I assure you they are really real life-size people, like us. They have willingly separated themselves from regular Society. They have dedicated themselves to more than just science. They are like missionaries on a mission who go into foreign countries, uninhabitable or rather places uninhabited, HOWEVER, unlike reality TV shows where people willingly try to survive on an island or in the jungle purely to entertain others, these people actually serve a real higher purpose. What we are doing here is providing controlled, not just humans diets, but the Earth’s diet, and other ways of life to find out how Nature and Science, the science of our surroundings, affect us.” Phil shouted, “WHAT THE WHAT??!!” He pressed his finger against the glass, “THERE’S SMOKE COMING FROM OVER THAT MOUNTAIN!!! IS SOMETHING ON FIRE???!!!” Dr . Rooosha busted out laughing, “HA HA HA AMUSING ISN’T IT?! NO, no, no, no, no, whoa, whoa, whoa, no. Don’t be alarmed. Did I say no? The smoke you see over there isn’t coming from a fire. Let’s climb the fire tower and see.” They walked around a few bends on an nice path decorated with brilliantly colorful flowers on each side. At the end of the trail was a huge tower. They climbed it and were able to see that the area under the dome went on for miles. Susan looked out over the small mountains and said, “A McDonald’s?!” “Yep Susie, fast food for those who eat nothing else. B.T.W, by the way -not Booker T. Washington, the Bio-dome is actually the size of a small town. We’ve divided things up into territories. Some of the people eat nothing but fast food. Another territory is for the vegetarians. There are even fancy restaurants at the farthest part of the dome for those that only eat Ritz. Others cook their own food they buy from the Bio-dome market, ‘Bio-Mart’. Then there are those who eat only the food grown in the all nature all natural area, where no chemicals or pesticides or injected proteins are added. Guess which group is doing best?” They left the question unanswered, as it was obvious. “Let’s move along!” The kids thought, there is more? Benny walked as fast as he could to keep up with the rest. Ttrying to catch his breath he stated, “I knew your Mansion was listed as the biggest house in the world but I had, whew, no idea what you had in here!” Dr. Rooosha froze his tracks and whispered, “No one knows.” He quickly shifted his eyes from right and left.


Then he said almost too soft to hear, “It’s best if we keep a move on now and move fast!” The kids got the impression that there was more of a mystery than they knew. The Mansion was spread over several miles but was linked to other locations by intricate tunnels. On maps and from the air the place was known as breeding grounds for rare plants, thus explained the greenhouses. Little did anyone know they were all connected. The real reason Dr. Rooosha was moving so fast was so that he could show and tell them as much as possible. The hall they were walking in began to descend. “Are these where the caves are?”, asked Benny. The answer was, “NO, no, Heavens no, we, more than likely will not have time to see those, but I know you will enjoy this.”
They came to a dead end. He stomped and put his ear against the wall and asked, “Do you three know how to swim?” Susan said, “I’m not going swimming!” “No, pshhh fish, I mean pish posh fish. Not swimming Susie, but you may have to tread a little water to survive if things go horribly wrong. REMEMBER KIDS, WE ALL NATURALLY FLOAT. Hold you breaths, count to 10, or is it 20?” He leaned against the wall as if to think.
There was a slam from behind them. They were instantly surrounded, above and around, by a clear thick wall. The room within the room dropped down into the floor revealing an aquarium that made them feel as if they were in the middle of the ocean in an oversized submarine. Cupping his hands around his mouth again and faking the ‘walkie talkie’ the doctor began, “Chckhh, okay folks this is, chckhh, one of the most, intrichkhh, intricate, chckhh, and interessschkting rooms! You are actually submerged and as you look around you’ll see every type of fish you see in the Big Blue, chckhh, ocSCHKean. WE, CHCKHH, don’t have to feed them we have, chck, chck, what is, chckhh, excuse me, chckhh what is called the food chain. This is a division above us, chkhh, I gotta giit’ this thaang fixed!!!” The kids looked up and couldn’t even see where the water surfaced. He went on, “On the right side of the, chck, tank you con’, chckSEEee fish found in the SEA, OUR OCEANS, all over the world. Ooon the left side, chckhh, chck, contains chck, chchk, the highly respect chckTed fish that are born and raised separate from any pollutants found in our oceans, chck, KOSHER FISH, YUMMY!” Phil notice the fish on the right side where larger but the ones on the left we’re moving faster and seemed uninhibited. It was as if they were truly free. Dr. Rooosha put a hand on Phillip shoulder from behind and said, “Notice no square-shaped fish on the left.” Benny laughed and sarcastically said, “A real pity.” Susan remarked, “I don’t see a difference” Phil let out a laugh and said, “A real pity.” Dr. Rooosha’s face lit up as he said, “I wonder if you could taste the difference Susan.” “You, YOU called me Susan!” she blurted out in surprise. He smirked and said, “You’re right! Sorry Susie.” Benny loved how she walked right into that one. She just coughed, ” You are nuts!” “Oh, that reminds me kids. At the end of your visit you will receive a bag of nuts grown allll naturale, right here in the biodome.” Dr. Rooosha performed a little tap dance then stomped his foot. A lever came up out of the floor and he pull it. The room moved extremely fast through the water then stopped abruptly. The children had to pick themselves up off the floor and looked up at Dr. Rooosha as he said, in delay, “Hold on.” He raised his hands, they felt another jolt. On the other side of the clear walls solid walls went up with a fast jerk and slam as they locked into place. “Let’s go to the debriefing room now.”


The kids were on their feet and staring at the walls. Dr. Rooosha pushed a particular spot on the wall and a door beyond the clear walls open to a drainage tank. Once it was all clear they stepped out of the submarine room into another room the size of an elevator. The dry chamber moved upward and the door opened to a room setup much like a lecture hall. They noticed they were back at the Greenhouse, Green City, level, which was in the back of the lecture hall. “PLEASE, PLEASE, PLLLLEEEASE, have a seat.” The doctor invited and demanded. He then let out a sigh and asked, “OOOOKAY, how many of you want to live here?”, he let out an evil laugh and rubbed his hands together, “MWHA, HA, HA!” followed by, “No, seriously. What do you think about coming to live here? Just stay. You don’t have to go to bed at a set time. You don’t have to eat all your veggies, unless you want to be in the vegetarian section. You won’t even get grounded, of course you can’t leave but, you won’t need to go anywhere. You stay in your own handmade shelter! When living the shelter you don’t have to clean your room, other than the dirt floor and some bugs maybe… it is like camping out! It will be fun! What do you say?!” Afraid to speak or be the first to say how they really felt all three of them slowly nodded no. Susan then spoke up with a very negative attitude, “Who would want to live here?!” Dr. Rooosha thought he had convinced them. He knelt down in front of where she was sitting and said softly, “Me, I would, I, I, do. Oh, don’t you see me? The bio-dome, it is part of my home, the best part actually!” Just then a bird flew in from the back and pooped on his head as if on cue. He said, “Well, some parts are the best parts. sometimes you’re the bird, sometimes you’re the car the bird poops on.”


“Okay kiddies, moving right along, stand up and come up front here. It is your choice whether or not you live here or there. I never could control the ‘weather’, haha. It is now tiiiiime for the final subject!”, announce Dr. Rooosha.”We’ve been in a submarine that took us to the subterranean and for our final substantial subject that you MUST be subjected to today.” He began to well up with emotion as he dramatically announced,


“A FINAL EXAM?!?!”, protested Susan. Dr. Rooosha dropped his arms to his sides and exclaimed, “Ah, gee, yeah, didn’t I just introduce that with great vigo, emotion and display?” Rooosha looked over her head and address people who are not even there, “All those in the back of the class, please pay attention I don’t want to have to fail you!!!” All three looked over their shoulder and shrug them realizing he was just being silly again. “Now as I was saying, here are the final Pop Quiz essay questions, final exam just sound… bigger. These questions you will not only see on must see TV so watch closely and try to keep your eyes on the nut with the ball.” Phil shook his head still not used to the shenanigans. Benny smiled with amusement and Susan just folded her arms, disgusted, and let out a sigh, “JUST TELL US!” “Okay, thank you for asking.”, The Doctor said sarcastically before he went on. “Numero Uno, that means number one in another language, ut hum, ‘numberus oneus’ on our list… ACID RAIN, we shot chemicals into the sky to be captured by clouds so that we AND other living things, including plant life, would be supplied with polluted water…WHY? Phil answered, “We couldn’t survive without water!” Susan joined in, “Yeah, even if it was or had to be polluted!” The doctor turned his back on the children and faced the wall they faced and gestured as he spoke, writing in the air as if on a huge chalkboard, “Weeee caaaan’t, wait crossout can’t, weeeeee cooooooouldn’t waaaait fooor it tooooo raaaaaiiiiiin.” Then turning back around toward the three with the invisible chalk still in his hand he said, “Don’t you see dear children? Don’t you feel Phil? You don’t hear OR SEE Susie.” She rolled her eyes. “You can not taste it Benny?” Benny asked, “Taste what?” Dr. Rooosha almost lost the little, if any, self-control he had. He jumped up on the desk and raved, “The acid, the chemicals, the foreign substance, the, the, the …science in everything we eat and drink and touch and feel and oh, oh my!” He jumped to the floor once again and ran to the back of the lecture hall went through the open doors to The green house city and they watched him rip somethings out of the ground and rush back toward them, dropping a trail of dirt behind him. “HERE, HERE, TASTE!” He held out a carrot. At first the children were hesitant but then each of them reached out and took a bite. “TASTE IT, DON’T JUST BITE IT OR EAT IT, TAAAAAASTE IT, SAVOR IT. SAVOR THE FLAVOR.” He prompted. Phil spoke while crunching, “Taste what?” Benny spoke softy, “Nothing special.” Followed by Susan swallowing the confirming, “Yeah, no, nope, I don’t taste a thing!” The doctor smiled and shouted, “AH HAH… but taste THIS!”, as he pulled another carrot from behind his back. Each kid took a bite of the second carrot and moaned. They all agreed, “It, it is like candy!”, expressed Benny. Dr. Rooosha busted out, “YES, yes, yes, yes, yes sirree Bob, I mean, Yes siree Benny it is!!!” His eyes were filled with tears. “WOW WOWWIE WOW!, MY MOUTH IS WATERING! This is a CARROT?!“, slurped Phillip. “So.”, said Susan. Dr. Rooosha put his hand on Susan’s head and whispered, “So…so, she thinks unpolluted food doesn’t taste as good because it is not polluted?” It was almost as if he was praying for her. Phillip laugh. “Shut up filament!”, defended Susan. Benny interrupted, “But what else what else, Dr. Rooosha, what else would taste better if it is not fed acid rain or chemicals?” To answer Benny the doctor got down on his knees and met eye-to-eye with him acknowledging the question, giving a verbal as well as non-verbal answer, “My dear Benny, the question you are asking should not be, ‘what else would taste better?’ The question is what wouldn’t taste better not having been tainted, stunted, malnurtured and otherwise simply…messed with and ….mucked up.” Susan argued, “I don’t think that has to do with anything it. We can manufacture better resources to produce better food and produce now than the Earth has ever produced before. There are some Farms that are growing pumpkins, and even watermelons, the size of a small chair. They feed their groves special man-made chemicals.” Phil chimed in, “They’re really not using man-made chemicals. They just manipulate different elements and mix chemicals from different sources that the earth gives, it’s awesome! Did you see the one they grow in a box so they can ship them easier and shipped more and when you open the box you got a square shaped watermelon, awesome! The point was missed and only Benny seemed to taste and see that the food man tampered with was far inferior to the all-natural. He then looked at Phil in debate saying, “Awesome? WHO wants a square watermelon? If you grow it in a box wouldn’t it taste, well, kind of like wood? And I’ve heard those farmers who grow those huge mellons and pumpkin say that they lose their taste when they get too big, they are only grown for show and then thrown away.” The doctor spoke up, “Now you’re starting to perceive and conceive.” Susan expressed her indifference, “Wait a minute! He’s just trying to be the teacher’s pet!” Dr. Rooosha went addressed her, “Susie…” She corrected him once again, “IT is SUSAN!!!” He continued, “Oh yes forgive me. My mind isn’t what it used to be… Now Susie, do you like Square fish as well?” Phil’s face wrinkled, “yeah like frozen fish or the kind you can get at a fast food place in a round bun. I always thought it would be funny, when I was a kid, I wanted to catch a fish that had four square angles.” He laughed. “Don’t worry…”, said Dr. Rooosha, ‘Someday you will.” All three could tell he was serious and they began to see what he meant; although Susan was not very willing to admit that she was wrong. “LEVEES!!!” The kids jumped as Dr. Rooosha shouted, “THE GOOD CONSULTANTS & ENGINEERS WITH THEIR MASTERS & DOCTORATE DEGREES IN LOUISIANA HAD LEVEES BUILT SO THAT IF THERE WAS A FLOOD or STORM THE LAND WOULD NOT BE WASHED AWAY… it was only after an extremely powerful water surge that they realized what they had done. The levees actually kept the water in rather than keeping it out. Also, my dear pointy headed little friends won’t admit that they were wrong.” He looked at Susan. “They also did more harm than good because if they had not built these walls on the shoreline the land would have taken care of what was needed. The tides washing in and out of the waves would bring with it land, leaving more than it took. Building something seemed like the right thing to do huh? Loooong before all that their first mistake was building a city on land below sea level.” He went on as the children were now almost afraid to say anything without being pierced with his superior knowledge of things that were really very simple. “The ozone hole…can you see it? No, no, no, nah, nine, not possible, but it is still there! Where, where is it? Anyone, anyone, anyone??” Phil said cautiously, “It issss in the sk…?” Before he could say ‘sky’ Dr. Rooosha said, “Really bright young filament!” Phil wasn’t sure if he heard the doctor making fun of his nickname or not but at this point he wasn’t about to correct him as his words plowed through, “It is in the air. The air that we BREATHE! Our atmosphere is like a scuba diving mask and if there is a crack in that glass mask, not only would our oxygen Escape but the water would come in. Our atmosphere has a hole in it. The hole was caused by…” Susan interrupted and the two boys were shocked as she interjected, “It’s caused by a numerous amount of aerosols like our hair spray, deodorant, factories, as well as pollution put off by our cars and trucks and yeah yeah yeah we know. You are not teaching us a thing we don’t already know!” The doctor took back over, “Susie, you’re so sweet. You really should work on a farm, by the way I love your hair. Please do tell me later where you go. I just gotta to get that due! Susie Q is right you guys, come on. He jumped into another impromptu poem,

Wake up, smell the napalm. Smell the A-bomb.

Too many dollars shot into space. Not enough food for the human race

Put on your finest Dress. The whole world is in distress.

Stop and smell the crystal meth. Go ahead take a deep breath…

And let’s not forget to stop and smell the rose and the daisy. They’ve all been genetically prepared and colored like crazy.

It is all for us to enjoy. The Earth is really just our big toy!

So play people play. Don’t consider that that there will be one final day of decay.

Make more stuff, throw away what you possess. OR, hoard it all and live in distress.

He stopped and looked up in dismay. “Ya know I was thinking of breaking a hole in my very own ‘Green House City’, just to see how well my plants and animals would do, but I was afraid I would cut my hand on the broken glass and bleed to death all over my Rose Garden. So, later I will need each of you to please help me paint the roses red.” Benny and Phil smirk at each other. They were almost amused because Susan was being put in her place. Dr. Rooosha continued; however, some things he said seemed to be completely unrelated and random. They noticed a strange look in his wide eyes. Then he came back to his right mind and he pulled them back in with this last words, “OKAY NOW, last but not least chillins, consider this…even firefighting natural fires is, believe it or not ‘Smokey THE Bear’, NOT necessarily the best thing to do.” Susan couldn’t control herself any longer and Phil actually agreed with her here and now as she argued, “Now wait a second Dr. Rooosha, I respect you and all but come on. The firefighters are heroes and if they didn’t get wild fires under control we would lose are extremely high-priced subdivisions and maybe even malls and stuff.” Dr. Rooosha took a very deep breath in, scratched his head and looked up into the space around the lecture hall again as he let out the words with his chest felt breath, “haaaaaa, it is the ‘and stuff’ that worries me the most. I sure would miss all that… stuff. I mean, it’s not like the forest was here first and tried to keep us from taking over and killing it so we could have all the fun putting the trees in a perfectly precise, particularly planned, circular design that wraps nicely around our cul-de-sac. Heck, I can’t imagine how we would live in the woods, wow, scary huh?” Susan still dished out a little bit of attitude, “I know what you’re doing and saying and trying…” Dr. Rooosha stopped here there, “Trying? Is that what you think I am doing, TRYING? I’m succeeding, not just trying Susie.” The little girl lost all composure, “I can’t take it anymore. MY name is Susan, SUSAN! Let me spell it out for you S U S A N! CAN’T YOU GET THAT RIGHT GENIUS ? ! ? !” She even shocked herself and knew right away she was speaking out of place but she was still fuming and wondering why and how anyone so smart could be such a smart mouthed lunatic. Dr. Rooosha responded calmly, “Okay, you’re on to me… Oh Susan, ah, oh won’t you cry for me? I am so, so sorry please…crucify me, but can you wait until Friday cuz I got some stuff to do at the mall and stuff.” Philip spoke up trying to get back on topic, “Seriously Rooosha, I mean Doctor Rooosha. How could putting out a fire be a bad thing for nature or science?

Dr. Rooosha laid down on the floor, face first. He started to scoot across the ground. The children moved out of his way as he divided them with his body squirming like a worm. As he spoke the carpet was Pressing against his lips a little, “You see down here on the forest floor me and all my pine-needle buddies and leaves and… ah Susie, what’s the word again? Nevermind, I remember, all the stuff down here on top of the dirt, we all get hot and eventually just explode because we just can’t take it anymore!” Susan thought about how she couldn’t take this anymore but she remained silent for the time being. They watched and listened as he mumbled and spit out a few carpet fibers along with his words, “However, plhaaaa!”, he slowly began to rise up to his feet and started waving his arms like flames as he finished his point, “WE… burn like hell, literally! Then, after we burn the hell out of an area, Our Ass’, I mean our ashes, are used as fertilizer and we would never grow new and stronger if we didn’t get so burnt up about being left alone in the dirt where people want to pave.” Benny confirmed, “I heard about that.” Philip agreed, “Yeah, yeah, I knew that things are forged in the forest after natural fires. They even do controlled burns, to help prevent wild fires and to let an area like, start over.” Susan’s blood began to boil again as she lashed out at Benny, “You’re just trying to make me look bad!” Dr. Rooosha oddly comforted her by taking her hand, “My dear, dear. You mustn’t feel that way. They could not make you look any worse than you already do Suzy Ann.” She pulled her hand away, “OKAY, I’VE HAD ABSOLUTELY ENOUGH!!! I’M LEAVING!” The two boys and the doctor just stood there. Dr. Rooosha wanted to make a joke about her not being a ‘leaf’. He almost said something like, ‘don’t leaf.’, but he refrained. Susan just stood there too, not really knowing where to go or how to get there. She broke the awkward silence, “Dr. Rooosha, you have done nothing but treated me rude the whole time and I will not tolerate it any longer!” The doctor really didn’t want her to go but he wasn’t going to stop her. He attempted to reason with her, “Oh, no, I… I am sorry. I, how do I, oh, my my. I just want you to know what I think. I just want everyone to understand what I have done and what we can or could try to do. I want that more than anything else we did today. I hope and pray that you will go home feeling like I did a lot more than just treat you rude. I also meant every word I truly did but I meant it for your best interest my dear Sue…uhhh…son” He began to crack a little, “Let’s ME spell it out for YOU, S U E – I S – D O N E.” He realized by her body language alone that she was determined for her time with him to be over. He bid her farwell, “Please come again won’t you, and don’t forget your nuts Susie.” Susan screamed in frustration, “YOU ARE JUST A MEAN, WEIRD, FREAKY, CRAZY OLD MAN!!!!” “Now, now Susie, I’m not old.” It was then that Susan finally ran back toward the greenhouse city and tried to recall how to get back through the maze of halls from which they came. It was intense. You could cut the air with a knife.



Phil broke the moments of silence once Susan couldn’t be heard any longer. He stammered to get out the words, “Mmmistster, ah, Doctor Ro, Rooosha. I, please excuse me. I don’t really know how to, sa, say this but I, I thought it was, ah, was kind of funny and all but like I think, like you kinda were a little, sorta-kinda…” Dr. Rooosha expressed his frustration by mocking Phil a little, “Spi, spi, spit it out young one!” Benny tried to help, speaking softly with this naturally charming British accent, “I think you might have been a little too harsh with her doctor, just with her, I mean, a little sire.” Dr. Rooosha put his head in his hands and sobbed, “OHhhohohoho. You’re so right. Then he looked up, stop the fake tears and spoke up, “But she asked for it. Didn’t she boys?!” He broke the false guilt and raised both eyebrows. Both boys had to laugh. Phil admitted, “She reminded me of my sister!” Benny smile, “Honestly, I guess if she didn’t stick her neck out so far it couldn’t be put on the chopping block.” Dr. Rooosha was impressed, “You see my whole point. Now you’re flowing smooth, running like water river rapid with a bunch of Salmon trying to swim up against you so they can get to the top and mate on your head!” Phil cracked up with laughter. He really had no idea what the man just said but knew the whole situation was funny. Benny realized it was okay, it just fine to laugh and try not to fully understand what was said. “Boys, men!” Their leader started, “Men I want you to know you can laugh. You can laugh because things all around us are a joke. THIS WORLD IS ONE BIG, ‘YO MAMA’, JOKE. I’m glad you came here today. I do love company so much, except when I’m hungry. It’s a weird phobia. I’m not afraid to have people eat with me, but, I am afraid people I am with will eat me. SO, you know, I better get some grub and maybe meet you guys again someday. Okay, I really, really, reeeally, like you guys… really. Good night.” The boys watched, utterly shocked as their hosts walked right between the two of them, up and out, exiting the room the same way Susan just did moments ago. They didn’t know what to do other than to chase after him shouting the whole time, “Wait, stop! Dr. Rooosha! This can’t be it! Wait…NO!” He ran through the greenhouse city, zoomed down the various hallways, acrossed his lounge area and finally got to his kitchen. The two boys were not far behind him. Benny shouted, “We can’t make the whole world any better, can we Dr. Rooosha? Neither can you!” THIS stopped the doctor right in his tracks. He slowly turned and questioned the boy, “What did you just say?!” Benny went on to repeat it but the doctor shushed him. “I have spent my whole life tinkering, exploring discovering, creating and inventing things, STUFF UPON STUFF! I was not just trying but, like I said to Susan, actually succeeding on making this world a better place for everyone… Then, one day… I saw it. I saw, I realized, that the things, the STUFF THAT I MADE, that were owned by everyone, now owns everyone! I’ve caused massive regression, devolution, with what I thought was progressive progress for us in this world.” A door slammed. It was Susan coming back in. She not only slammed the front door so hard she also shattered the small glass window and nearly knocked the head Butler, Mr. Miff, down on her way in. She entered the kitchen where she heard their voices, “I’m back and this is not easy for me but Dr. Rooosha, you are a gift and I want to do something that will make this world a better place, maybe correct the mistakes we made. There’s a lot of hungry people out there and they’re all looking for answers. They have WAAAAAY too many questions that I can not answer. They thought I failed because I was the only one coming out there, alone. I don’t want to fail. I don’t want others to think I failed. What do we do?” Dr. Rooosha just smiled and assured her, “It is nearly time. Right after we eat! I’m hungry too.” He cleared his throat and finished, “…And little girl, Susan, They, out there, they are hungry too, hungry for knowledge and more importantly, wisdom. It’s time to take everything I’ve shared with you and share it with those outside my house and, intern, share it with the whole world. I do hope you learned something and you know, if not, I hope you at least feel like you’ve made a new friend and that, just maybe, we all get something out of the last few words you hear me say this day. It is nearly time to face the crowd out there and bring this day to a close and hopefully open a new one; but first… LET’S EAT!!! The four of them and the staff enjoyed the best meal they had ever had. The all natural food was just positively the best tasting fuel they needed before they faced the world again.


There was a huge stage setup outside the gateway to the doctor’s house. People were waiting to hear from him and the children. The buzz was all about what new inventions, discovery and ‘creations’ they had seen or possibly came up with today. Someone said that one of the children may have been awarded another prize. Rumors spread that Dr. Rooosha was going to make the children some kind of offer, giving them a chance to invest in his business. This was the most important part of the day and their experience was about to be shared with the world. It was an especially hot and overcast day. The dozens of mobil media network trucks had been constantly running their diesel engine, as well as their generators the whole day to provide continuous coverage. The noise and chemical pollution filled the air all around the entire area. The smog made it difficult to breath. The press blamed the weather for the poor visibility, the smell and the uptight attitudes of those gathered. They wondered if the conditions would prevent them from getting and delivering the best high definition story ever. They hung onto what Rooosha promised, no matter what the weather may be like he’d still come out to tell the tale of their wonders. Media personnel were basically regurgitating the same thing over and over again. As you walked around you could hear questions waiting to be answered and the news casters rephrasing questions that had already been answered. There was some debate that the Dr. himself may just send out the children one by one. The network called, “The final Source” insisted, “The one female who came busting out a few minutes ago was terrified and that gives us speculation as to what horrible things that might be taking place behind the closed doors of this mansion. We have a right to know exactly what took place here today and every day in the life of this controversial Doctor.” This station was especially good at developing conspiracy theories and they raised suspension that gave some of the general public reasons to believe that Dr. Rooosha secretly did evil scientific experiments on plants, animals and even on people. There were even protesters present with signs saying things like, “FREE THE CHILDREN!”, “REPO ROOOSHA!”, and “TELL US EVERYTHING, LIER!” Some insisted that, “even if they all do come out alive, we’ll never know the truth.” The over zealous radicals were so one sided they were even bashing the government for not having the swat team, riot police and other special forces break down the doors to the mansion with a bulldozer rather than standby guarding them. In reality that group of people were actually the greatest threat to everyone, including themselves.
One reporter was assuring the public that their hours of putting everything else in life on hold, sitting, waiting, glued to their television, telephones, cell phones, radios and computers to see what happened today was about ready to be the most important time of their lives. “Don’t turn that channel or go ANYWHERE because you can’t afford to miss this. We’ll be right back after these commercial. STAY TUNED RIGHT HERE!! We’ll be showing and telling you why this is important to you.” After the break another roving reporter was heard begging people to keep watching their signal, “No other station will be giving you what you need! Now, here is a quote and a clip, prerecorded early, AND I MEAN EARLY, this morning. Before we show you the footage, let me read what, THE DOCTOR RAYMOND ROOOSHA WAS QUOTED SAYING EARLY THIS MORNING, SINCE WE’VE BEEN HERE, AND I QUOTE,
‘People, people so many of you, some of you irate.’…

The reporter stopped reading the entire quote in order to add his interpretation on just the first few words. He spoke in one huge run-on sentence, “Now I will tell you folks, and I spoke with Jim, Jim Nokomis our top journalist who wrote this quote down verbatim via Dr. Rooosha’s addressing the press first thing this morning , I will tell you folks, I heard this with my own two ears…it is obvious to some that Dr. Raymond Rooosha noted that some of the broadcasting networks are a bit, ‘cut throat’, if you will, when it comes to getting information out to the general public. Ah, he DID SAY, DR. RAYMOND ROOOSHA SAID, with his own words…ah…AND, I must say with no bones about it he used the word, IRATE! ‘…many of you irate!’ No, I stand corrected, it says here that he, Dr. Rooosha said, some of you are irate.’ He sure knows how to put people in their place, how to keep them in check! Now we’re going back to Billy and Barbara back in the studio, WHERE IT IS A WHOLE LOT SAFER than out here where the action is I’ll tell ya that is for sure…Bill & Barbara, back to you for a bit.” He finally took much needed breath. “And we’re CLEAR!”, shouted one of the field producers. “Good job!”, he tossed the reporter a towel. “I felt like I was babbling”, he expressed as he dabbed his forehead gently. His cameraman encouraged him, “You’re fine, just giving the people the facts. Besides, they are showing the man himself saying the same exact thing he said earlier that you were just reading. Listen into the direct feed from the studio if ya want.” He put his hand up to his earpiece and pushed it in a little more to hear. He heard Dr. Rooosha’s recorded voice “…thank you for staying outside of the gate…I know it’s hard to be held at Bay but I can assure you that at the end of the day…we will conclude our time together. I will come out there, we all will, no matter what the weather… I will fill you in on this wonderful time spent. We will meet you in the media tent. Thank you!” The reporter gave his forehead a few more dabbles and thought to himself, ‘hmmm, that all rhymes.’ He composed himself. The field production manager gave the command, “We are coming back, STANDBY!” The reporter fought back a quick jingle that some how found its way into his mind, ‘I GOT RHYTHM. I’VE GOT MUSIC…WHO COULD ASK FOR ANYTHING…’ “And, we are back in three, two…” The manager pointed at him. He inadvertently blurted out what was currently going through his mind, “MORE, who ah, who coooould ask for anything more…Barbara & Billy, yes um, thank you for that. It has been a very long day, a long day, ut hum, time out here today since early, early this morning. As I have already previously mentioned the weather, yes the weather, ah…” He coughed and choked a little as he tried to keep speaking fluently, “ugh, excuse me, ha ha, just as our weatherman, ‘Dan The Man’, forecasted again he was right on the spot with that, very accurate but Dr. Rooosha did promise to make an appointment, or ah, to um, make an appearance, to make an appearance. He, ah, To make another appearance, for us…” He shifted through papers he held while standing there in the spotlight, “He did say, ‘I will come out there, we all will, no matter what the weather… I will fill you in on this wonderful time spent’ ….ahhhhh…he said…ah, I know you just saw and heard him say it in that clip but I have it heeere too, ah, let me see. He said, and I quote,
‘we will meet you in the media tent.’
Then he, um, thanked us, said , ‘thank you!’ and ummmm, those are the great Doctor Raymond Rooosha’s words, one of the wealthiest men alive . So, we know for a fact that if any of you stop watching now, You WILL miss it.”

They were in a media Frenzy and were basically rehashing the same stuff over and over, on edge to go live at any second. They had interviewed people who had never met Dr. Rooosha but we’re experts in the scientific fields. They give great detail into what a person like Dr. Rooosha was like. They even dove into personal affairs, socially, politically and financially, that they heard the Doctor participated in, none of which were even the least bit accurate or had one shred of truth.
Everyone gathered from miles and miles around. Every country was represented. There was not one single form of public broadcastor absent. The nation, the world, practically the whole universe stood still in one place and time to hear and convey what results took place while these three children were with THE DOCTOR RAYMOND ROOOSHA. They were ready to get on record what the most respected and genius scientist was able to share.


The wait was over. Mr. Miff opened the front door. The Doctor stepped out. The media went crazy! There were so many cameras clicking it sounded like tree limbs snapping. The roar of news personalities was like the sound of a huge waterfall. They were trying to out shout each other and the competition was in full swing. The crowd could not see the kids exiting, however, the three children were directly behind him. Once up on the stage the kids took a seat and Dr. Rooosha stood up to deliver his statement.
“Oh, me oh my oh, ut hum!” He cleared his throat and stepped up to the podium filled with large microphones, each with their logo on a big square wrapped around its base. Before he said anything he thought to himself, ‘when will scientists stop working so science can work?’ After years of studying, teaching and attempting to create things using his knowledge of science he realize that our environments Natural Science can take better care of itself without our intervention and inventions but could he convey that to the world? He tried by speaking precise and clearly, “There are too many scientists in the way, myself included! I said, too many! We need no more and those of us who exist must consider how we exist.” The audience gathered there began to discuss and argue among themselves with questions of what they just heard. He continued and the world hung on his every word, “We, to easily, get in the way. We destroy amazing self-supported ecosystems rather than discover better ways to preserve them. The air we breathe, the water we drink, our very own resources of food that we eat… we think they can be improved upon? Why must we try to make things bigger, better and in some way try to improve what is already perfect if left alone?! We are forging a rapid death not just a slow-motion suicide.” Someone from the crowd yelled out, “You taught these up-and-coming child prodigies to not be scientists?” Several oversized microphones were aimed at the stage. There was a mass of indistinct murmurings and muttering. Dr. Rooosha pleaded, “May I explain?” The assembled mob before him silenced. He let about five seconds of dead air speak for, itself seeing if they really wanted an answer. He then went on, “The word science is defined as a systematic knowledge derived from observation not from obstruction. We are all to study, grasp branch. Just a branch, not even the mass or the roots. A branch of knowledge that systematizes facts, principles and methods. As scientists we attempt to develop a skill or technique in dealing with the biological, chemical and physics that make up everything around us. This includes what we can see and what we can not see. We must consider what we feel and the presents and forces we don’t feel. There are elements that we are able to smell and that which is in distinctive. What we hear is not all that can be heard and that needs to be heard. There are wondrous substances that we don’t even taste when using our very own tongue and taste buds. We all have our wit and senses but I am asking for all of us to use common sense. We all have knowledge but I am calling on us to seek wisdom. We are but Steward’s of what has been given to us. We are all stewards that should study but not destroy.” Everyone was completely dumbfounded, speechless and listened closly as he further built his case, “We did not invent or create the trees. We didn’t even really discover them. The rainforest was just there. We decided to use the limited resources of wood to make paper. I am sure all of us love paperwork! Oh, how we need more paperwork to write down and record and document things that are right here in front of our faces. We need to take the time to read nature! Do we love where paper comes from enough to work at using our minds and human abilities to the extent that we do not have to manufacture any more paper? Most of us email but also demand a triplicate hard copy or print out what is digitally saved and backed up.” He could almost read the awestruck minds of those standing before him. He could tell they were starting to understand but he almost lost them at this point because he knew they would be considering what type of sacrifices would they have to make in order to save other creatures and ultimately the planet itself. “Let me make things a little plainer. Let me simplify. Let me explain. Trees, like these surrounding us now, they make it possible for us to breathe. They produce oxygen. Let us also not forget that they are also homes to countless amounts of life-forms, some so microscopic we cannot even see or imagine. We could not live without them. They, the trees, the life in them and all that is produced by them are far more important and abundant than anything we could ever write on another piece of paper.” Some hung their heads in shame. Some had never really considering these simple facts, they just took it all for granted. Not one soul was left uncomprehending that we have all been so selfish. We not only take nature for granted we take advantage of it. They all realized that very few people are willing to make sacrifices, but rather, they will sacrifice other things so that their wants and desires could be satisfied. Benny, the least expected to succeed, stood up and use the loudest outdoor voice he had, “WE THINK WE OWN…” He hesitated a moment, surprising even himself with his own zeal and bold self-confidence. He took a step forward and raged into the microphone, “We think we are in control, in charge or can have our own say over, all the elements of science, the Very fibers we were created from and we are sustained by. We are not acting like residents or tenants. We act as if we own and rule the plant. The truth is nature owns and provide us with a loan allowing us to survive. We have things backwards and upside-down! We don’t meet the needs or provide for our environment, it provides for us. He looked back at Dr. Rooosha. They exchange smiles of assurance. A very brave but small time unknown figure of the local press shouted from below stage level. “What should we do? Another voice was heard asking, “What do we do?” Before Dr. Rooosha, or anyone else for that matter answered the top newscaster ‘The World Satellite Resources’ spouted, “Are you mad?! What can we do at this point? Are you asking all of us, the entire planet, to stop living life as we know it?! Dr. Rooosha leaned into the microphone and said, “IF you want to keep on living, and generations after you to live, we can’t keep living life as you know it now.” Another top television company was covering this along with all the others and you could hear the familiar lead anchor person shout, “You want all of us to live like the Amish?” The answer came within seconds as Phil jumped up almost knocking Dr. Rooosha off the stage. Phil introduced himself briefly and reminded them that he was the inventor of a new type of light bulb. He then said, “To my knowledge I don’t know any Amish people who have mixed chemicals of Natural Science to enhance their lives. When we look at the grass, sun, insects, all these things around us and think about what they have to offer without us causing an endangerment or extinction then, then we will be living a life that is simple, healthier and even more loving.” Phil started giving a personal example, “I love horses. No, I LOVE horses, man do I, ask anyone who knows me!! Dr. Rooosha looked at his staff and rolled his eyes. They exchanged a non-verbal sign wondering if Phil should be taken down. Mr. Miff read his boss like a book and they both let Phil have his say. Phil went on, “But, as much as I love my horses I don’t plan on relying on them as my only mode of transportation. Today, Benny here, showed me that we can get where we need to go without using gas oil or other things that pollute our air. Dr. Rooosha pointed out that the invention I discovered, which again was how to light my stables and home mixing chemicals that are not synthetic or man-made. I do need to make it safer but we don’t have to use candles. Philip then sat back down behind the lectern. Susan couldn’t resist and she stood and shouted, “YES IT IS POSSIBLE…” Dr. Rooosha held up his hand as if to stop her. Then he motioned with his hand for her to not stop but to step up to the mic so everyone could hear her. Once at the Mic. she was still yelling. The speaker’s could hardly take her voice and slightly distorted it as she cried out, “If you found out that you could still use modern appliances but could use them wiser don’t you think it would be an excellent, most awesome way of life? I just wanted to say that with my invention it is possible… but, I…ah, I can feel Dr. Rooosha’s eyes staring through the back of my head so I have to confess… I didn’t invent the air powered air conditioner or the water powered washing machine.” The crowd gasped. She finished, “I just used, channelled or harnessed two of Nature’s strongest forces are wind and water. They’ve always been around we just need to use them. Years ago people used watermills and windmills, before electricity. Why, in this day and age don’t we see more solor panels and use all Nature’s, all natural, power. The wind, water and sun are all forms of power, power without pollution!” Susan bowed her head did a little curtsy and went back to her seat. Dr. Rooosha stepped back up and said, “Thank you Susie!” He looked back at her and smiled. From that day on everyone called her Susie instead of Susan and she ended up preferring it.


The most amazing thing took place next. The president of The United States of America spoke up from out of the center of the crowd. No one knew he was even there. He was in disguise and his secret service men were surrounding him. Everyone recognized his voice from the first word on as he said, “You think we can survive and that the world’s economy will survive with a plan like this? Do you realize this would affect our allies?” No one was sure if these were rhetorical questions or if the answer to every one of these questions was, no. Benny put a hand on the doctor’s right shoulder and took him away from center stage. Then he stepped in front of the mic. while the president was still drilling them. Benny waited, he had no intention of interrupting the president. When the slightest pause came Benny simply jumped in with a common-sense reminder, “Our ancestors didn’t always live in brick homes, no disrespect but, as simple as that sounds doesn’t it help you realize that there are only a few things we really need food, drink, sleep, shelter and love. However, we are all fooled, spoiled into thinking that we need is actually and only just what we want. All of us can and should scale back! Is that blasphemy? Disagree with us if you wish. Heck, you may even want to crucify us if you disagree.” Dr. Rooosha smirked and kept himself from laughing out loud but a little snort sound did manage to come out. “We know now we can live self-sufficient on our own land. If we simplify our lives and take some personal responsibility we wouldn’t need all the other countries and they wouldn’t need us. The nature, all Creation, that have been around us since the beginning of time is more than enough to meet our needs. Father God created Mother Earth and with some good honest hard work we cannot only survive but thrive and have all of our needs met .” There was a few brief seconds of silence. The president then strung together several last questions, “You’re recommending that we go back to living like cavemen or primitive Savages in tents, huts, small mud homes or somehow modify the homes we have with the use of your scientific theories to make our planet a better place to live? How can we live better if we are not living better, progressing as civil intellectuals, using every resource we can get our hands on? You propose that we use ‘Nature’s resources’ in place of the incredible inventions you yourself, Dr. Raymond Rooosha, developed?!” Dr. Rooosha, his entire staff and the three students smiled. What happened next was started not by any of the doctor’s staff, students, associates or colleagues but by a small voice standing in the front row looking up at the stage. The soft spoken word came out, “Yes.” It began to spread through the entire crowd and was repeated over and over until everyone there, as well as, everyone watching or listening to the broadcast joined in one chant, “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” The president heard the crowd. His cell phone rang. He answered it. It was his wife, the first lady, she simply said, “Yes.”
With that being said and broadcasted to every possible destination Dr. Rooosha gave a nod, turned and walked off the stage.
The acceptance of what took place that day was more fulfilling and remarkable than any moment in history. It spread throughout the world and people followed up their words with actions to the ends of the Earth. And that my children, is what helped prevent the Earth from coming to an end.

To read about when the president came back go to: https://tombeetlebailey.wordpress.com/2017/08/15/story-fair-conscience-fair-science-the-sequel/
For some background on what inspired me to write this story go to: https://tombeetlebailey.wordpress.com/2017/06/12/fair-science-story-why-i-wrote-it-audio-recording-of-it/

To hear the story read go to 👉 Fair Science the recording👈( https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLnjQOVtw61ehXJuj6AkJFBwCe9GntwhvV )

For another short story, “The Park” – about 3 boys who sneak into an abandoned amusement park and discover that it has a mind of its own- go to the Online publication of “The Park”: https://tombeetlebailey.wordpress.com/2017/06/28/the-park-editing/

You’ll find that one on YouTube as well.

For a list of other stories go to: https://tombeetlebailey.wordpress.com/stories-poems-and-art/
Thanks for reading, Beetle

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This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or businesses in practice, are purely coincidental. The views expressed here are my own, as are whatever factual errors exist in the text.

To read what happened that day go to; https://tombeetlebailey.wordpress.com/2017/08/15/story-fair-conscience-fair-science-the-sequel/

Look At The Son

Sometimes when people meet me they say, “oh, you’re Ed Bailey’s son.” Later, when my own son came along they’d say, “oh, you’re Alexx’s dad.”

There are not only physical similarities but the way we talk and react and the things we do are comparative.

That’s not only because we are related but because we’ve spent so much time together. 

In the same way, as people look at the mannerisms of the Son of God they can see the Father and the more time you spend with Him the more like Him you will be.

Colossians 1:15‭-‬18 MSG

We look at this Son and see the God who cannot be seen.

 We look at this Son and see God’s original purpose in everything created.

 For everything, absolutely everything, above and below, visible and invisible, rank after rank after rank of angels— everything got started in him and finds its purpose in him. 

He was there before any of it came into existence and holds it all together right up to this moment. 

And when it comes to the church, he organizes and holds it together, like a head does a body

He was supreme in the beginning and—leading the resurrection parade—he is supreme in the end.

 From beginning to end he’s there, towering far above everything, everyone. 

So spacious is he, so roomy, that everything of God finds its proper place in him without crowding. 

Not only that, but all the broken and dislocated pieces of the universe—people and things, animals and atoms—get properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmonies, all because of his death, his blood that poured down from the cross.
Colossians 1:15‭-‬18 MSG


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God Is All Powerful (Psalm 68)

As I read God’s Word I am able to enter into His Kingdom.

Oh that His will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.

I pray, Your Kingdom come, Your will be done Lord.

Psalm 68- (a history lesson & proof that He is Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty who was, is and is to come).

Up with God! Down with his enemies! 

Adversaries, run for the hills! 

Gone like a puff of smoke, like a blob of wax in the fire—

 one look at God and the wicked vanish.

 When the righteous see God in action they’ll laugh, they’ll sing, they’ll laugh and sing for joy. 

Sing hymns to God; all heaven, sing out; clear the way for the coming of Cloud-Rider. 

Enjoy God , cheer when you see him! 

Father of orphans, champion of widows, is God in his holy house. 

God makes homes for the homeless, leads prisoners to freedom, but leaves rebels to rot in hell. 

God, when you took the lead with your people, when you marched out into the wild, Earth shook, sky broke out in a sweat; God was on the march.

 Even Sinai trembled at the sight of God on the move, at the sight of Israel’s God. 

You pour out rain in buckets, O God; thorn and cactus become an oasis For your people to camp in and enjoy. 

You set them up in business; they went from rags to riches. 

The Lord gave the word; thousands called out the good news: “Kings of the armies are on the run, on the run!” While housewives, safe and sound back home, divide up the plunder, the plunder of Canaanite silver and gold. 

On that day that Shaddai scattered the kings, snow fell on Black Mountain. You huge mountains, Bashan mountains, mighty mountains, dragon mountains. 

All you mountains not chosen, sulk now, and feel sorry for yourselves, For this is the mountain God has chosen to live on; he’ll rule from this mountain forever. 

The chariots of God, twice ten thousand, and thousands more besides, The Lord in the lead, riding down Sinai— straight to the Holy Place! 

You climbed to the High Place, captives in tow, your arms full of booty from rebels, And now you sit there in state, God , sovereign God ! Blessed be the Lord— day after day he carries us along. 

He’s our Savior, our God, oh yes! He’s God-for-us, he’s God-who-saves-us. 

Lord God knows all death’s ins and outs. 

What’s more, he made heads roll, split the skulls of the enemy As he marched out of heaven, saying, “I tied up the Dragon in knots, put a muzzle on the Deep Blue Sea.” 

You can wade through your enemies’ blood, and your dogs taste of your enemies from your boots. 

See God on parade to the sanctuary, my God, my King on the march! 

Singers out front, the band behind, maidens in the middle with castanets.

 The whole choir blesses God. Like a fountain of praise, Israel blesses God .

 Look—little Benjamin’s out front and leading Princes of Judah in their royal robes, princes of Zebulon, princes of Naphtali. 

Parade your power, O God, the power, O God, that made us what we are.

 Your temple, High God, is Jerusalem; kings bring gifts to you. 

Rebuke that old crocodile, Egypt, with her herd of wild bulls and calves, Rapacious in her lust for silver, crushing peoples, spoiling for a fight. 

Let Egyptian traders bring blue cloth and Cush come running to God, her hands outstretched. 

Sing, O kings of the earth! Sing praises to the Lord! There he is: Sky-Rider, striding the ancient skies. 

Listen—he’s calling in thunder, rumbling, rolling thunder. 

Call out “Bravo!” to God, the High God of Israel. His splendor and strength rise huge as thunderheads. 

A terrible beauty, O God, streams from your sanctuary. It’s Israel’s strong God! 

He gives power and might to his people! O you, his people—bless God!
Psalm 68:1‭-‬35 MSG


Enough said, Beetle 

God Is Justice 

We don’t always see things done the way God does thing. 

That is a weird sentence or phrase but honestly we don’t see things the way God does and it is unusual to see His ways acted out by mankind here on earth.

As I read Psalm 68 today I considered how different,  fair and righteous God is and decided to focus on how just (fair) He is rather than even look at the way the world (mankind) tries to function.

I join the Psalmist in this prayer in Psalms 68

Rise up, O God, and scatter your enemies. Let those who hate God run for their lives. Blow them away like smoke. Melt them like wax in a fire. Let the wicked perish in the presence of God. But let the godly rejoice. Let them be glad in God’s presence. Let them be filled with joy. Sing praises to God and to his name! Sing loud praises to him who rides the clouds. His name is the Lord — rejoice in his presence! Father to the fatherless, defender of widows— this is God, whose dwelling is holy.
Psalms 68:1‭-‬5 NLT


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In Christ,  Beetle