Space Monkey Rescue
Today's story and sketch "by me" began at five am, when I received a call from Rescue Randy saying he had received a call from his friends on Hondo an off shore oil platform in the Santa Barbara Channel, that a space craft with two escaped Martian Space Monkeys had crashed into the ocean just a few hundred feet from the platform. His friends knew Randy the most interesting living tissue crash test dummy would know what to do after a flying saucer crash. Randy at one time was stationed on the Hondo platform, as the official "ATD" anthropomorphic test device, until one night during a monsoon coming up the coast from Mexico, Randy was laying on an upper sun deck wearing a pair of white coveralls a cowboy hat and Oakley sunglasses, when he and the lounge chair were blown overboard. Randy as many of this Blog's readers know Randy laid five hundred feet at the bottom of the ocean for two years, before a group of Martian divers who were on a scuba diving vacation found Randy's barnacle covered body, rushed him to their friends at the "UCSB" institute, performed a Martianenstein reanimation procedure, making Randy the most interesting person in the Galaxy. But this morning when Randy got the call from Hondo he and JB were in another dimension on Hillry, the all female moon, a story that will have to be told another time. As you can see I responded to the call and located the two survivors, two Martian Space Monkeys had stolen the Galaxy Glider they were detailing for the Warden of The Flip Flop Resort, the Galaxies Toughest Maximum Security Prison. The two convicts were serving life sentences for hijacking a star freighter loaded with Moon Pies on route to Wonder World in Southern Florida. Martian Space Monkeys live to be up to three hundred years, and the two brothers are currently only twenty, so neither one considers washing space ships for another two hundred plus years would not be a promising career, so with a very good grasp of the gliders controls it was a near perfect take off, their trip through worm hole nine to Earth was easy, but the early exit sent them crashing into the Pacific Ocean. Below you can see they safely swam to shore, I will take them back to the man cave and wait for JB to pick them up and split the reward, until next time taa ta the Rod Blog.
Space Monkey Rescue
Today's story and sketch "by me" began at five am, when I received a call from Rescue Randy saying he had received a call from his friends on Hondo an off shore oil platform in the Santa Barbara Channel, that a space craft with two escaped Martian Space Monkeys had crashed into the ocean just a few hundred feet from the platform. His friends knew Randy the most interesting living tissue crash test dummy would know what to do after a flying saucer crash. Randy at one time was stationed on the Hondo platform, as the official "ATD" anthropomorphic test device, until one night during a monsoon coming up the coast from Mexico, Randy was laying on an upper sun deck wearing a pair of white coveralls a cowboy hat and Oakley sunglasses, when he and the lounge chair were blown overboard. Randy as many of this Blog's readers know Randy laid five hundred feet at the bottom of the ocean for two years, before a group of Martian divers who were on a scuba diving vacation found Randy's barnacle covered body, rushed him to their friends at the "UCSB" institute, performed a Martianenstein reanimation procedure, making Randy the most interesting person in the Galaxy. But this morning when Randy got the call from Hondo he and JB were in another dimension on Hillry, the all female moon, a story that will have to be told another time. As you can see I responded to the call and located the two survivors, two Martian Space Monkeys had stolen the Galaxy Glider they were detailing for the Warden of The Flip Flop Resort, the Galaxies Toughest Maximum Security Prison. The two convicts were serving life sentences for hijacking a star freighter loaded with Moon Pies on route to Wonder World in Southern Florida. Martian Space Monkeys live to be up to three hundred years, and the two brothers are currently only twenty, so neither one considers washing space ships for another two hundred plus years would not be a promising career, so with a very good grasp of the gliders controls it was a near perfect take off, their trip through worm hole nine to Earth was easy, but the early exit sent them crashing into the Pacific Ocean. Below you can see they safely swam to shore, I will take them back to the man cave and wait for JB to pick them up and split the reward, until next time taa ta the Rod Blog.