Thanks to Retard and Skunk's savvy shenanigans, The illustrious and
rather sparkly rickshaw rode again! They greased her up right, and
gave her to be-Trialed maggot Bendy to carry all the bags, and our
very own wounded bird (not on or watch, mind you) for the full almost
22 light year mission.
We went seeking Class 2 level radiation, and found it, took to our
spacesuits in the name of science, and when science had been
completed, we'd patrolled further and farther than we'd thought.
Through the lunas; through the nebulae; and to the mad scientist's
playground of perplexity.
Hapto ran over a dead baby bird and paid for it with a flat tire. Twice.
A food gave everyone pickles!!
Angry Candy dropped a chain, but held together for the ride...
There was a rousing game of "ShakesBall" wherein Shakes sits in the
garage portal, and it is all pilots responsibility to get the
various-liter bottles past his watchful eye.
We rode some more and figured out the secrets of the class one
radiation simulators at the mad scientist's playground of perplexity.
We drummed on the metal tables, and rode around the circle island in
circles, and knighted young Bendy, in a full shower, and he showed us
that even with a soggy bottom, he could bust some funk.
and cloudbuster fell over.
and then we flew home, in a tight formation, with big smiles.