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.
The mysterious cloud returned and again just as quickly and unexpectedly as before.
What’s next for our intrepid travelers?
Chapter XII-B—Big Mac’s Adventure—Episode 12 Conclusion:
The cloud dissipated quickly and they found themselves flying over their home—not the Port of Danger Bay—but old Saint Paul, Minnesota. It had been a long time since they were last here; in cyber-time many years. Mac felt a yearning he’d never realized he had—this was home!
"...they found themselves flying over their home..."
“Oh Mac,” Boomer said, “This may not be anyone’s description of an ‘adventure,’ but right about now it fits mine.”
“I know,” Mac replied his rumble on low, “brings back memories of when we used to meet at Joe’s with Med, Jay, Harold and Fred for our ‘porcelain, not china, but made in China Codger Collectible mugs of organically grown, Fair Trade, Sumatran Roast coffee and give our views on what was going on in our hometown.”
“Those were the days.” Boomer replied, “But that was a long time ago…”
“We’re done with the clouds,” Daisy arfed.
“How do you know?”
“I’m hungry and I gotta p..”
“My watch is running,” Boomer interrupted his somewhat loyal and trusty hound, “and I have a sudden craving for one of Joe’s lousy burgers.”
Mac made a very gentle landing near the “Upper Landing” within easy walking distance of Joe’s Café and Coffee.
Mac made a very gentle landing near the “Upper Landing”
“Ya know, Carl,” Boomer said as his arthritis began to make itself known, “You coulda just written us at Joe’s.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” He rumbled, “You didn’t have arthritis in Danger Bay.”
“I’m s’posta be on a leash, y’know.”
“Forgot that too, by the way, in Saint Paul, you can’t talk.”
“No way I’m giving that up! Write it in or I’ll conveniently forget my no-bite rule.”
“Done,” Mac laughed, “Feisty, aren’t you?”
They arrived at Joe’s; the place looked the same as they remembered. They paused and looked up and down West Seventh Street; it too was much the same: cars trying desperately to run over unwary pedestrians, buses trying to run cars into the curb or parked cars—normal. They talked quietly for a while and made a decision—one that you’ll have to wait a bit to learn.
Josef Rusicka looked up as they walked up to the counter and as if they’d never been away, poured them coffee, except Daisy—she received a bowl of spring-fed well water to slurp.
They arrived at Joe's
“Nice to see you guys,” Josef said, “You’ve been missed.”
“We’ve been on an ‘adventure’ and you wouldn’t believe what we saw,” Daisy barked.
“I’m sure not…hey, you’re a dog…and you’re talking…and I can understand you…”
“H-how long are you staying this time?” Josef asked as he began to regain his composure.
“We’re not going back,” Boomer replied, “Except maybe to visit.”
“We’re leaving that story in the capable hands of the Danger Bay characters,” Mac added, “They don’t need us hanging around there getting in the way.”
This concludes Mac’s Adventure.
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