Previously:
As suddenly as the entered the cloud they found themselves once again in a bright blue sky—a very cold blue sky over some spectacular scenery. There were…
“Antarctica!” Mac exclaimed, “The instruments are back! GPS indicates this is Antarctica!”
“C-c-cold, turn up the heat.”
Before Mac could turn up the now functioning heater they went back into a cloud. The airplane began to warm a little, and then it became almost unbearably hot.
And again the little plane burst into bright blinding blue…
Chapter XII-B—Big Mac’s Adventure—Episode 11:
It remained hot aboard the plane, but like before all systems did not fuction and charts were of no use—they could not see the ground—all they could see was blue.
“Everything here is computer controlled,” Boomer said, “When I started the Danger Bay series I made that clear.”
“And no matter how I want to write this adventure, I’m stuck with that,” Mac replied, just a little frustrated.
“Hmmm, computer controlled? The famous ‘blue screen of death’?”
“Perish the thought!” Mac laughed in spite of himself. It was, after all an adventure; even if he’d lost control of it.
“Hmmm, computer controlled? The famous 'blue screen of death'?”
“What passes for human humor baffles me, sometimes,” Daisy barked, “I’m having a great time!”
Although there was no way to tell for certain, hours passed before another bank of clouds appeared directly in front of them. The air failed to cool in spite of the dense clouds; but happily the temperature did not rise.
And then the clouds were gone and the reason for the heat became known.
“The Sahara?”
“The Sahara?”
“GPS says that’s correct, Mac,” Boomer replied, “thankfully I feel the air conditioning kicking in.”
“AR-ROO!” Daisy bayed, “More adventure. Lets land and check this place out.”
“We can’t land.”
“Why not?”
“Do you see any water, beagle-breath?” Boomer answered testily.
“Dammit, I need to stretch my legs.”
They flew on..and on…and on over this desert. The scenery was indeed spectacular and with the air conditioning working the three were actually able to enjoy the experience. Of course, not knowing when—or even if—this part of the “adventure” would end certainly was on their collective minds.
They Flew on
The mysterious cloud returned and again just as quickly and unexpectedly as before.
The mysterious cloud returned
What’s next for our intrepid travelers?
To be Continued…
I hope it’s someplace with water.
And milkshakes, while we’re at it.
Ooooo! I haven’t had a milkshake in for-EVER! Dammit, Cooper, now you’ve done it! I WANT A MILKSHAKE!
Not even a small oasis (and I think the beer is gone)!
Keep your eyes open for a hot dog stand with milkshakes too!
Oh, yes gotta watch out for blog-incursions by the Real Estate Weenie – a scary thought!
We’d have to fly right on by a hot dog stand unless there’s a lot of water to land on…now I’m hungry!
“What’s next for our intrepid travelers? ”
Methinks thinks FlutterMatters the BeagleBunch suffer the fate long ago described by the Master. “Beware the bigga-mist’s most impressive feature.” “You believe you are where you are not.” A mirage thinks FlutterMatters! Something akin to keyboard mania, or in this case, confused codgers in the blue zone.
That they may NOT be where they BELIEVE they are is part and parcel of the vagaries of cyberspace. The “Master” is a figment of the bird’s hyper-active delusions.
“The “Master” is a figment”! Not so, thinks FlutterMatters! He be as real as a talking dog.
Of course a delusional bird would think that.
Wonderful pictures:) mmmmm MILKSHAKES:)
Thanks Chris. Cooper HAD to bring up milkshakes!