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Ace Flyer with Iris.

Renowned international flying ace. Tenacious eye.

Prepared for her latest perilous, death -defying, never -before -seen mission.

She mounts her trusty flying machine.

The Squig Raider.

Possibly for the last.

Time ever.

Because one false move, one false blink, one false anything, and

splat! Or crash!

Or splat crash, or crash splat, or splat crash crash splat! Okay, we get it.

Sheesh. All right, Squig, this won't hurt a bit.

Iris struggles with every bone, muscle, and sinew in her body to control the

wild squid.

Not helpful. And just when it seems all is lost,

Cabo reappears.

And so, the seasonal squid wash ends without incident.

For the most part.

We're going to take the time to show you.

Right down the middle.

Yes! Try and beat that, Mr. Poe. No deal.

Ha!

No way that shoe's ever going to come.

Close. Oh, unbelievable.

How is it you keep winning, Poe?

Well... As you may or may not recall, I studied the science of posture and

learned that perhaps it is my complex, aerodynamically dynamic form.

No, huh? Well, it must be these horseshoes which I recently picked up at

antique horseshoe and bag sale.

I also got this lovely feed bag which goes with the shoes.

Care for a snack?

Okay, one more, Poe. This time, you're going down!

Uh, just kidding.

Bad enough you win all the time. But you don't have to rub it in. Rub it in?

Yeah, with the fireworks.

Fireworks? What fireworks?

I didn't call for any fireworks.

Well then, what's that?

Be good!

Gentlemen, I believe that is the house blasting off into the sky.

Oh.

I can't believe it. The house.

It's up.

For the first time, I'm speechless.

Really, really speechless.

I couldn't say a word, really.

Nothing comes to mind.

Oh, my gosh.

To that wind. Oh, my goodness.

Is that a storm or something brewing?

Grab onto me.

Here go.

Good one, Doom.

Ready?

Push!

Push! Push!

Uh, Misery, pull.

All right.

Pull!

Thank you.

No problem.

I'd just like to point out that the house is no longer on the ground.

Wow. Amazing.

Um, yeah. Well, it's sort of my fault.

I was experimenting with the velocity of electromagnetic photons when I must

have miscalculated the impulse to energy ratio of the pulsed plasma thruster.

I think I added too much baking soda.

Oh.

Oh, thank you, Skull Boy. You know, I am glad you cleared up that nagging baking

soda issue. But, you know, one question.

What are we going to do now?

Our friends!

The house!

Now, friends in the house, we must do something.

Hmm. Hmm.

Hmm.

I've got it! What?

We get a ladder, and then you, Poe, climb on our shoulders, and then we

the ladder, and then... Oh, really?

That should be plan D.

Huh? Right.

What's plan A, B, and C?

Anything that does not involve the use of a ladder.

Smart.

Look! We're in space!

Whoa!

This is going to be some adventure.

It sure is.

Hey, look at me.

I'm a bridge to nowhere.

Look, guys. I'm losing my head. Whoa!

Uh, excuse me, if you please.

Right, Scaredy. Back to business.

We must be calm while we figure out how to get back down to the ground.

I would be satisfied with getting back down to the floor, thank you.

Oh, what is happening to us?

Zero gravity, Scaredy. Oh, of course.

You ready, Poe?

I'm really not so sure of this.

It'll work like a charm.

Yeah. You fly up, hook yourself onto the house, and we'll pull you and the house

down together.

Right then.

Tally -ho!

We have liftoff!

Oh, gee. Sorry, Poe.

Guess we kind of stepped on the rope by mistake.

Oh.

You ready to go again?

Sure. In a few months.

Okay.

I've got it.

On the count of three, everybody bounce up and down on the back wall. And we'll

be down in no time.

One, two, three.

Again.

Once more.

Hey, it worked for my great -great -great -aunt Minnie in the treehouse

of 1889.

Of course, she didn't survive the fall to the ground from the top of the tree.

But isn't survival overrated?

How will we ever get down?

Uh, I don't know. I have the perfect solution.

That's what they all say.

Now. When you get up there, remember to wave to us. We'll see it through the

telescope.

Just a sec, Frank. I dropped my guitar pick.

Here it is.

He remembered to signal.

Excuse me. Oh, right. Coming.

When I say push, you push.

Maybe we can steer the house down by rocking it back and forth.

Hey, guys, did you ever want to visit the moon?

Because we're about three seconds away from hitting it. Push!

Faster!

Faster!

No, no!

They're headed for a crash landing on the moon!

Oh, I can't look.

The moon is going to swallow them whole.

Or chew them up and spit them out.

Either or.

The moon has teeth?

Oh, yeah.

Lunar molars.

No way.

Keep walking.

I think it's working.

I don't think it's working.

Look.

Everybody okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

Define okay.

If I may ask, what is occurring?

We're caught in the moon's orbit.

And what will become of us in the moon's orbit?

We will continue going round and round and round.

You mean like on a ride at the Gloomsville Fair?

Yeah, and we get progressively more lightheaded and disoriented and slowly

crazy because of the thin atmosphere.

That kind of ride?

Well, you know, that does not sound like a very good ride.

But it doesn't sound bad either.

Going crazy can be fun.

Fun! Fun!

Fun.

Soon they will lose their ability to think straight.

It's all up to us to save them.

Yeah, because if there's anybody that can think straight, it's us.

Right? Of course.

Yes, absolutely.

Communications Officer Ruby, what is our position?

We are still orbiting the planet Moon, Captain.

Lieutenant Iris, take this ship to warp speed 29.

so we can bust out of orbit.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Doc, we have all gone mad!

Oh, mad, I tell you, mad!

Scaredy, get a grip on yourself.

As I tell you, mad!

Bravo! Bravo!

Brilliant! Yes, well, that was from an old B -movie I saw once.

Now, getting back to our dilemma.

We are acting?

I believe the loopiness has begun.

Next thing you know, Scaredy, you'll become so disoriented that you'll float

the front door into the cosmos of no return.

We will use a can't -lose technique of mind control to will the house down to

the ground. I learned this in psychology class when I was at the academy. It

requires extreme concentration.

It doesn't get more extreme than us.

Yeah!

Now close your eyes and think of the house as a light feather. What kind of

feather? Any kind will do.

Um, a peacock feather?

Yes, yes, yes, that's fine. Now, focus on that feather floating down.

Hey, Frank, what feather are you thinking about?

Penguin. I said focus on that feather floating down to Earth from space.

What feather are you thinking about, Poe? Well, any feather.

Huh?

What kind of bird's a nanny?

Oh, this is impossible.

You're not kidding.

How do you expect this to work with so many different kinds of feathers

around? Oh.

Hey, what if instead of a feather, we thought of a kitchen appliance?

We've just got to come up with a plan.

Now, hey, where's Skull Boy?

I'm here.

How? Anti -zero gravity belt buckle.

Works on the buckle down principle. I've got one for everybody.

Oh, thank you, please.

Here, here.

Ruby. What about me?

Hey, look.

The moon is turning green.

But as soon as it gets so thick, it's going to keel over and crush us

and then fall to the earth and smash into the earth into a flaming fireball

mayhem and chaos.

But at least we'll get down.

Okay, now everybody gather round.

Beg your pardon, Ruby, but are you sure this will work?

Scaredy, the only thing I'm sure of is that we might not make it out if we

make an effort to get out. I'm game.

All right, on the count of three.

One, two, three.

This is shaking.

By Jove, I believe they are trying to vibrate it out of the moon's orbit by

song. Cool.

Nothing can shake you out of your situation like a sweet tune.

Go, guys. Sing, sing, sing.

Up.

So? Well, you were a little sharp on the high note, and I think Skull Boy was a

semitone lower.

And we're still orbiting the moon.

Hey, it almost worked.

Next time.

It's hopeless.

Yeah, I haven't felt this down since the last time I felt this down.

Oh, how will we ever get our friends back?

Here we are in peril, and those guys are still playing horseshoes.

Although, something about that horseshoe just didn't seem right.

Poe tossed it in the opposite direction, and it still hit the post.

Maybe it's magnetic.

Maybe. Like this.

Ow.

Ow.

Misery. Magnets are attracted to you. How is that?

Well, maybe because my body is rich in iron.

Not so much riboflavin.

It's a family thing.

That's it. That's it. Quick.

Misery, follow me. We have no time to lose.

This is our last chance.

It better work.

Misery? If I don't come back, promise me you won't give my bed of nails away to

just anyone.

I promise.

Here goes nothing.

I don't get it.

There's something very strange about this horseshoe.

Whoa. Huh?

How am I going to see how strange it is if you keep pulling on it, Frank?

You stop pulling on it, Len.

I'm not.

You are.

Am not.

Are too.

Not. Are.

Not.

Wait,

that's cute, isn't it?

Young bodkins, that horseshoe is having some sort of magnetic effect.

They've got it.

They've figured it out.

Now pull the horseshoe towards you.

Now walk backward.

Gloomsville, we have a solution.

Yes! Keep going back.

Back. Back?

He wants us to come back?

Yeah, we better go back and find out.

Go back!

Go back! You wanted us to come back, Poe?

I said go back! Go back!

In that direction!

Oh, why didn't you say so?

Now go!

Run! Run with everything you have in you!

Race it to the horizon!

You're on!

Bye, moon.

Never change.

Keep going!

Keep going!

Keep... Oh, never

mind. They did it! They did it! We're safe on the ground!

Yay! Ow!

Oh! Yay!

Ow! Ow!

Yay!

Thank goodness everyone's okay.

you don't have to keep going now.

Keep going now?

Okay.

Anything for our friends.

Guys, I think you can stop now.

Okay, Iris. And check this out.

Game. I can't believe it. I win again.

Well, you don't have to rub it in.

Huh? With the fireworks?

Fireworks?

Oh darn, fireworks?

That's Frankenland's garage.

Wow, so that's what happens when you crank the volume up to 11.

Yeah, I had to ask.

Cool.

Ruby's Mailbag, with Ruby and Misery.

This next question is from Julia.

Julia writes, Dear Ruby, What is your secret to seeing the glass half full?

Thank you for that question, Julia.

Allow us to demonstrate the answer.

Julia, I am holding a glass that is half full.

Misery? And I am holding a glass that is half empty.

But with friends, your glass is completely full.

Or entirely empty.

I guess it depends on whether you're thirsty or not.

Or whether you have very bad anitis fever, which means you need to drink

water. Oh, no.

What's very bad anitis fever?

Well, it's worse than not as bad anitis fever.

And better than much worse anitis fever, naturally.

Naturally. So, Julia, I guess the glass can be half full or empty.

Or full and then empty full.

Or then empty full and then empty. Or just, I guess, whatever you need it to

Oop. You okay, Misery? No worries.

I, uh, hope that answered your question, Julia.

Thanks for writing in.