HRTN: Moving Day

The scene: The Secret Base on the Island of Doktor Zymm! Specifically, right outside of the secret base, where there’s a yard sale in progress. Ninjas and techs are looking through the variety of toasters, clocks, beakers, centrifuges, weights, televisions… Marc Trestmans Windowless Van is sitting at a table with a glass jar. There’s a surprising amount of cash in the jar. Ballsofsteelandfury and Covalent Blonde come walking up.

Ballsofsteelandfury (shooting a finger gun): Marc! Hey, what’s up?

Covalent Blonde: Yeah, what’s with all this stuff out here? Some of it looks familiar…

Marc Trestmans Windowless Van: Dudes! Like, I heard we were moving, man, so I thought we should like, get rid of some stuff.

Ballsofsteelandfury: Marc…

A ninja comes up, holding a pair of nunchaku.

Marc Trestmans Windowless Van: Like, five bucks, man.

The ninja starts to get out his cash, but Covalent Blonde grabs the nunchaku.

Covalent Blonde: Hey! These are mine!

Marc Trestmans Windowless Van: Oh, yeah, like, your stuff has been selling great, CB. Like, your crop tops all sold in the first few minutes and…

Covalent Blonde: Oh, I am getting that stuff back!

Covalent Blonde storms off, still holding the nunchaku. The ninja looks disappointed.

Marc Trestmans Windowless Van (to the ninja): Sorry, man.

Ballsofsteelandfury: Marc, we’re not changing locations. We’re just moving our time.

Marc Trestmans Windowless Van: We are?

Ballsofsteelandfury: Yeah. We’ve been here every morning, but now we’re moving to afternoons. So instead of being able to find us at here every Friday at 3 am, we’ll be here at 3 pm.

Marc Trestmans Windowless Van: So we’re going forward in time?

Ballsofsteelandfury: Well, kind of…

Marc Trestmans Windowless Van (getting up & running off): Woo-hoo! I love time travel, man! I call shotgun in the time machine!

Ballsofsteelandfury (shaking his head): OK, Marc…

To be continued (in 12 hours)…