At Someone's Secret Base on Saturday the 8th

Location: just above the planet Pluto
Time: 5:45 Friday
Date: April 9, 2006 (Earth years and time)

"It’s Hetty!! Arm the ships, he’s come to destroy us I tell you!! To destroy us!" Plutopians ran every which way as Hetty’s space vessel flew toward the loading docks preparing to land.
‘My fellow plutopians!! I’ve come in peace. On board my ship are millions of tacos I am willing to sell for some fantastic deals. There are a few thing I need." Hetty’s vessel continued to land. As it lowered itself onto the golden platform, the head Plutopian walked over and boarded the ship.
"Hetty, you have tacos aboard I hear. Well, I just want you to know that you are always welcome to the planet Pluto with tacos on board. Now, what will you be liking in trade of some of those beef in tortillas. They are beef right"
"Yes, of course, and I’m willing to make great deals. Here’s what I need; you can name your price. I’ll need two highly advanced Plutopian satellites with anti-cloaking devices as well as 5 radar and sonar systems, highly advanced as well. Besides those two things, I’ll be needing three Plutopian war ships armed with missiles and ultra automatic laser fire. Give me 10 of those super subs as well; make sure they’re armed with weapons too. I also want 20 bottles of lives. You know those things where you pour it into a dead guy’s mouth and he comes back to life. I’ll need to do that when I get Jake, or should I say Jerry Perry, that’s his real name anyway. Oh, and one more thing, I want 3 laser proof vests as well. Those are bullet proof too, correct?""Yes they are"
"Good, now let me think," Hetty smoothed his beard with his hand, "I think that’s about it. Yeah, now, Mr. Plutopian...Name your price."
"Well, I’d approximate 4,000 tacos would be about enough."
‘Hmmm, only 4000 huh? Well, okay, take the whole shipload and add some cash to that list. You know, the green paper with a picture of a famous earthling on it?"
"I remember. A whole shipload eh? You’re a very generous man Hetty, the plutopians thank you greatly."
"Fine, fine, just get me the goods. You can have the ship as well. How soon will the stuff be ready?"
"Ready? Why, it’s already waiting for you outside on the platform." Hetty looked out the window. Outside, floating in the air, were three magnificent ships. Along beside them getting towed were two amazing satellite dishes. They looked like something out of a science fiction story. Though in awe of the magnificence of the products, Hetty just stood up and boarded one of his newly manufactured vessels. He flew off without saying a thank you. You could never be too careful with those plutopians; they could kill you in an instant if they wanted too. It’s better to get away from their little planet as soon as possible.


Location: High within the Earth’s orbit
Time: 2:00 PM, Saturday
Date: April 8, 2006 -Aboard a Plutopian Ship owned by Hetty-

Hetty paced across the floor of the highly advanced alien spacecraft that was hovering just above the earth’s atmosphere. He had gotten the satellites up in the sky in less than half an hour thanks to this amazing ship. 1000 men dressed as plumbers stood before him. They carried machine guns and all wore small yellow hats.
"Okay men, I’ve got good news and bad news. Here’s the good news, Th-----"
"Wait! Don’t we get to pick which news we get to hear first?"
"Fine, which news do you want to here first?"
"The good news!"
"Okay, the good news is that the replacement robot worked just as we planned. Nobody even knows that an underground bathroom in Thompson ever existed. The bad news is...The Jake we captured was not the real Jake. The boy we captured was actually a clone of Jake produced by Miguel Aguado. The real Jake Berry is hiding somewhere on the planet earth on a submersed island isolated from the rest of the world. He receives weekly deliveries of food from yellow jets driven by other clones. The location of this island has remained secret for many years due to a cloaking device is built into the building. Along with that, the island is protected with missile launchers that will fire on anything that comes within a five-mile radius. We have reason to believe however, that this facility has the ability to launch missiles at vessels as far as ten or twenty miles. Jake has been completely safe from the outside world for quite a while I’ve heard...until now. With the help of some very advanced Plutopian satellite and radar, I, Hetty, have been able to locate this island. I don’t know exactly where it is yet, but with one click of a button, Jake’s hiding place will be revealed. We will travel there tomorrow fellows, so be prepared to go anywhere in the world." Hetty walked over to the ship’s computer. He typed in:
FILE: Island coordinates
CODE: OPERATION HETTY
"Okay guys, are you ready?" There was a serious of cheers and whistles.
"Good, ready... set," The tall man hit enter on the keyboard then whispered to himself, "Go." The plumbers watched as the projector sprang to life and started to reveal the location of Jake’s Amazing facility.
Zooming in...
Zooming in Farther...
Location found: Center of Bermuda Triangle at the bottom of the Ocean floor.

Location: Earth
Time: 5:00 Saturday -Connor’s Backyard-
Date: April 8, 2006
"Are you good at acting?"
"No"
"Singing"
"No"
"Telling the truth?"
"NO"
"Eating?"
"NO."
"Breaking rules and yelling out of turn?"
"Yes"
"Great, you’ll do! How would you like to work for me? All you have to do is pretend this man here is your father and act like a dumb brainless kid. How bout it, there’s a little more, but I’ll tell you after you assign for the job. I pay 100 dollars an hour?"
"Okay"
"Great! What’s your name again, son?"
"Connor Miller."
"Okay Connor, why don’t you come aboard my ship here and I’ll tell you exactly what to do" Connor looked around, then boarded Hetty’s ship. 100 dollars an hour was swell, there was no way he could pass up an opportunity like that. Besides, didn’t teachers always say that when opportunity knocks, give it some cookies and let it into your house as well as offer it food and board? Maybe it wasn’t exactly like that, but it was something like it.

Location: Earth
Time: 11:00 AM Sunday
Date: April 9, 2006
-5.1 miles away from the center of Bermuda Triangle-
"Tell me again what to do."
"Grrrrrr! Mr. Purple suited man, I already told you five times. Connor seems to get it, how come you don’t? All you have to do is drive this ship out of here and hide in Everglades National Park. That’s Florida.
"Why?"
"Because that’s a good place to hide this ship. Don’t forget to turn the cloaking device on too"
"Why do I have to park it where you want me to park it?"
"What? Fine, if you have somewhere better to park it park it there. Jeez! Just make sure it’s somewhere secret. Got it?""Yup"
"Good. Sheesh" Hetty wiped some sweat from his forehead then cut his leg open with a knife. He handed the knife to the purple suited man just before the man jumped onto the Plutopian ship that lay floating on top of the clam waters of the Atlantic Ocean. He looked out the window at the two people sitting in the wooden rowboat. They had a pile of fish next to them and both wore ragged cloths. He chuckled to himself. They looked like a couple of homeless people, but looked just like a father and son would look too. Hetty’s plan would probably work too. Most of Hetty’s plans worked for some reason. Now, a place to hide the ship. Somewhere hidden. Well, what could be a better place to hide a ship that in the middle of an underwater base in the middle of Bermuda triangle? It was brilliant, he would just fly the ship down the oxygen tube and park it inside. Hetty would be so proud of him.
Jake lay in his 9-foot high purple bed. He had requested it be colored purple because that was Barney’s favorite color. Barney was a great show, but Jake didn’t have the chance to watch it often anymore. He was just about go downstairs for a little liverwurst snack when he was startled by the sound of a robotic voice on the intercom.
"APPROACHING BOAT MOVING AT .5 MILES PER HOUR. MISSLES ACTIVATED." Jake yawned; this was the 5 time this week that the missiles had activated. He was supposed to go down to the control room and check the camera to see if the radar had just picked up a blue whale or a zebra tiger of some sort. Missiles were expensive and were not to be wasted. If there was nothing dangerous on the screen, he was supposed to deactivate the missiles with his handprint. Only deactivate though, Jake was not to shut them down. However, he could if he wanted. Jake knew the access code by heart: I Love Bears. He yawned again then skipped down to the security room like a little elf. Isn’t it weird how Jake acts like an elf al the time? One time, I turned around and looked at the percussion section during band, and Jake was jumping up and down smiling. Hmmm, maybe he’s really an elf. His ears aren’t that big though. I’ll have to think about that. Anyway, let’s get back to the scene.
As the security room door appeared down the hall, Jake wondered if there could actually maybe something to shoot down this time. He lifted his hand out from his pocket and pressed it against the green handprint pad.
"HAND PRINT ACCEPPTED. DOOR UNLOCKING," said the robotic voice from the speakers. Slowly, the door opened and Jake stepped inside. In the middle of the room was a huge TV screen showing the missiles target. Jake got a little closer and could make out a tall man in gray ratty cloths and a small boy sitting next to him. They both were sitting in an old wooden rowboat. Next to them, were piles of freshly caught fish. Poor people, thought Jake. These people hadn’t done anything to him. Why should he fire a missile at them. They could keep a secret couldn’t they? As Jake walked closer to the screen, he saw a huge red gash in the man’s leg. This man was hurt!! He had to save them; his clones could take them home. Jake, making his decision, sat down in one of the chairs by a computer. He pressed his hand against a green pad by the monitor and typed in, DEACTIVATE MISSLES. MANUAL OVERIDE. There was a moments pause, then there was the sound of the robotic voice over the intercom,
"HANDPRINT ACCEPTED. MISSLES DEACTIVATED." Jake smiled to himself, then sent an automatic submarine to pick up those two poor fishermen. Little did he know that he had just saved his classmate and previous kidnapper from being both blown to pieces by a missile.
Oh, you know this commercial I once saw? This doesn’t have to do with anything, but I’ll tell you about it anyway. Okay, here’s what happened. There’s this lady washing the dishes, and all these kids are all around crying their heads off. Then the phone starts ringing and a timer goes off. So this lady’s busy okay. Then, this is what happens...Barney comes in waves to her. She tells him to tie the kid’s shoes but he can’t because Barney’s a dinosaur and doesn’t have fingers. So instead he goes and answers the phone. Can you imagine what would happen if it happened to be a policeman on the phone. Hello officer, do you want to sing a song?
"Now what?"
"Now, we wait"
"For what?"
"Be quiet and wait"
"For what?""Shut up or I’ll slit your throat. I’ve got a gun you know"
"Yeah, I already knew that. You told me 7 times already." The sight of a black metal thing popping out of the water a couple feet away broke the conversation. As the object continued to rise, it revealed the larger portion of itself. It was a submarine.
The top of the vehicle opened and there was a sound of an automated voice,
"PLEASE BOARD THIS VESSAL NOW. JAKE BERRY HAS INVITED YOU INTO HIS HIGHLY SECRET HOME. PLEASE DO NOT HESITATE OR REFUSE TO BOARD THIS SUBMARINE OR YOU WILL BE SHOT BY MISSLES. THANK YOU" Connor looked up at Hetty and started to say,
"He---" He didn’t have time to finish. Hetty had just kicked him hard on his knee. Oh yeah, I’m supposed to pretend to be Hetty’s son, he thought to himself. The two guys lowered themselves into the submarine and were taken under the ocean towards Jake Berry’s secret vase... Err...base.
Jake waited by the submarine entrance. He couldn’t wait to see the look on those two fishermen’s faces. The steel door to the outside started to pen as the blue water rushed into the submarine compartment. The submarine entered, then the door shut. The water started to drain from the hold. Jake walked into the room and opened the submarine door. The tall man stepped out. He straightened his beard, then brushed the dirt from his cloths. Then, without hesitation, the man stuck out his hand in greetings.
"Hello Mr. Jake. I thank you greatly or your hospitality, however, I can not stay long. I must head back to Puerto Rico, my wife is waiting, Simply give me directions and an up board motor and I can find my way." Jake looked at the hand, then at the tall man.
"I’m so sorry, you see, I can’t just let you go. I need you to stay here for about four days until my clones come in with another delivery. They can fly you back to Puerto Rico."
"Four days!! I can’t wait that long, that’s it, I’m leaving!" The man started run back towards the submarine, however, with a snap of a finger, three robotic robots with built in machine guns grabbed him and threw him against the wall. The raised their guns to his chest.
"Mr. Let me assure you, I really don’t like to have to use force, but I can’t let you just leave. I’m not a bad person but I like to follow rules. Robotic guards, lock him in the security cell"
"VOICE PATTERNS CORRECT. EXECUTING COMMAND" Jake watched as the two robotic people dragged the man away. He was about to return to his room and finish his nap when he decided to go to the kitchen instead. A super large peanut butter and ketchup sandwich would be nice on this occasion. A he turned to go he failed to notice the small head popping out from inside the sub. He also failed remember that there had been to humans aboard the fishing boat. An old man...and his son, Connor Miller
Connor peeked out from inside the mini sub. There was nobody to be seen. Slowly, without making any sound, he crept out of the vessel. The house seemed empty. No sound came from anywhere. No security guards walking about, no cameras scanning the hallways. This was going to be easy. Connor looked at the map of the building that was drawn onto his hand; the control room was the 5th door on the right in the west hallway. He tiptoed down the floor until he came to a metal door. There was a green pad by the knob with a picture of a hand in the middle. Hand print lock. Connor pulled out a haddock fish from inside his shirt and cut it open. Inside the fish was a preserved hand. Hetty had personally cut this hand off the clone he had captured the day he traveled tot he cows farm in Wisconsin. He took the hand and pressed in against the sensor. The door opened what the click of a lock. There was no way Hetty’s plan would fail now. Connor walked up to one of the computers and pressed the hand to the sensor. The computer started up. HE typed in, ENTER SECURITY OPTIONS. SECURITY CODE: I LOVE BEARS. There was the sound of the robotic voice over the intercom once again.
"SECURITY CODE ACCEPTED. ACCESS GRANTED." An hourglass appeared on the screen then a series of options showed up. Connor typed in, SHUT DOWN ALL SECURITY UNITS. SECURITY CODE: I LOVE BEARS. He waited a second, then smiled to himself as the target camera screens for the missiles automatically turned off. The robotic voice cam up over the intercom but he didn’t bother to listen. He had completed his task. Now he could get a little sleep.
Jake bit into his sandwich. He had decided to make a turkey one instead. Turkey was much tastier than peanut butter. Suddenly, there was the sound of clattering metal coming room the submarine hold. Jake leaped with joy. Maybe, finally, there would be intruders. IT was always the same thing in this house. Always quiet with nothing to do. Maybe, just maybe, there would be some outlaw downstairs breaking in to his house with a gun. He would go downstairs and there would be a huge gunfight. Then, his robots would shoot the man down. Without thinking bout any other possibilities, Jake ran downstairs leaving his half-eaten turkey sandwich lying on the table.
When he reached the sub hold, there seemed to be no one there. Jake looked around, but still saw nobody. It wasn’t until he crawled into one of the submarines when he saw something out of the ordinary. There seemed to be a boy dressed in a scuba suit lying on a sub seat.
"Hey you!! What are doing in my sub?" Jake called. The boy stirred then lifted his head. Now that the boy was facing him, Jake could see that the boy had yellowish hair and was rather skinny. Also, for some reason, Jake had a funny feeling that this boy knew that two plus two equaled fish. He looked like a fishy kid. As Jake looked harder at he boy, he realized that his boy looked rather familiar. He recognized this boy...as Cody Walsh. Did you ever wonder if two plus two equaled Koi fish? No? Well I have. Anyway, shall we continue?
"Cody!? What one earth are you doing in my house?"
"Jake? Oh, thank goodness your here, listen, we have to take one of these subs and get out of here fast!"
"What? Cody, I think you hit your head, why would I do that?"
"Because Hetty is here!!"
‘Hetty? Who’s Hetty?"
"Grrrrrr, you know, the tall man with a pointy nose."
"Oh, that Hetty, sorry, doesn’t ring a bell. Besides, even if there is a Hetty after me, this house had maximum security. We’re safer here than anywhere else in the world. I’ve got missiles, robots, machine guns, hand print locked doors. I’m telling you, there’s no way Hetty can possibly get in."
"I guess you’re right, so, Jake, what’s it like here living so safely"
"Boring! What’s it like wherever you’re living?" "Me? I’m living with Hetty on some weirdo submarine! It’s crazy, he’s got these plumber guardsmen who watch me day and night. While I eat...While I sit... Even while I do nothing. Jake, you gotta believe me, I haven’t taken a shower in weeks. I’m too afraid that they might watch me while I’m bathing too. It’s bad enough going to the bathroom. You don’t know how happy I am that I escaped. IT just so happens they had some scuba gear on board, so, naturally, I put it on and escaped. It must have been very High tech gear too because I didn’t seem to feel the underwater pressure at all."
"Don’t worry Cody, you’re safe from this so called Hetty guy here. Go right ahead and take a shower. You’ll be safe and sound, the missiles will fire at any vessel coming within 5 mi-------"
"ALL SECURITY SYSTEMS SHUTTING DOWN. MISSLES DISABLED. DOORLOCKS OFF. ROBOTS SHUT DOWN. COMPUTER SECURITY ON. THANK YOU" Both boys stopped dead in their tracks. They listened for an intruder, but heard nothing. That’s when he heard the submarine garage on the other side of the building get hit by a missile.
Hetty yawned. Now that the robots were off, he could walk right out of their grip. Not to mention he could right out of the security cell door as well. This was the best plan he had had yet. Hetty took out a walkie-talkie cell phone from his shirt pocket.
"Hello? Is this the super sub?...Oh! You’re already in the building. How’d you get in?..... You hit the door with a missile? Yeah, well, try not to do so much damage next time. I’m thinking that I’m gonna keep this base for myself. Okay, I want you to split up the plumbers and send tem in different directions. Make sure each one is armed with a machine gun. We’ll get that Jake yet...What? Cody escaped?..... Well, there’s not many places he could go, he’s probably here too. Capture him as well. Might as well find the clone maker too. It’s makes life a lot more difficult when there’s clones running around everywhere.
Tim Ropp tried to get control of the plane but it was no use. He just wasn’t big enough to be driving a jet. His legs and arms were just too small. Maybe his fleet of prisms ought to be led by a commander that could drive. Thinking this thought, Tim lost complete control and started to plummet towards the deep waters of the southern Atlantic. As the plane neared the surface, a round hole appeared in the water.
"Oh my gosh! I must be headed for the Devil’s house. I didn’t think I was that evil in life!" The plane dove through the tunnel and blew up inside a large room filled with missile launchers. Somehow, Tim Ropp survived the crash. He looked around, then radioed the rest of his fleet to parachute down through the tunnel. This was a perfect place to set up a secret base against the Pyramids.
"There they are!! Follow them!" Around 300 of Hetty’s men (They were dressed as plumbers) Ran through the metal hallways of Jake’s secret Base. They were following Cody Walsh and Jake Berry. If they caught them, who knows what would happen to them, except I have a good hunch that they’d probably get killed then brought back to life. After that they’d be forced to help Hetty board a Plutopian owned war ship. Yup, I predict that’s probably what would happen. I’m the writer aren’t I?
"We’ve got th----- adglsdhlake" The man who had just spoke fell to the ground dead. The men stopped looked around, then looked down. A couple more men died.
"It’s those shapes with the mouths!! They’re killing our men, they work for Jake!!" Screamed some guy with a green mustache. All 293 men started firing on the little shape prisms.
‘Stop!! Stop, men, you’re wasting your fire! We have limited bullets! STOP!!" Hetty’s voice was drowned out by gunfire. Then, grenades started to get thrown.
"Idiots! You’re destroying the building!!" Hetty grabbed a gun from his shirt and ran down the hallway the opposite way. If those stupid men weren’t going to find the boys, he would do it himself.
Cody and Jake ran through the metal walled halls toward the Control room. All they had to do was push the iron door and they were in.
"Cody, go outside and make sure nobody’s after us, me, well I’m going to get the security back up." Jake pressed his hand against the green pad and typed in, ENTER SECURITY OPTIONS. SECURITY CODE: I LUV BARES. Nothing happened, then, after a couple seconds a robotic voice was heard,
"SECURITY CODE INVALID. ACESS DENIED." Jake thought a while, then looked up I love bears in a dictionary. Love was spelled l-o-v-e and bears was spelled b-e-a-r-s. He retyped in what he had typed before using now the correct spellings. Then, without any hesitation typed in, SECURITY CODE: I LOVE BEARS. START UP SECURITY. Jake was about to strike the enter key with his right pointer finger when there was thump form outside the door. Hetty walked through the door.
"Jake! Long time no see!"
"Mr. Fisherman?"
"Yeah, that’s me," Said Hetty as he lifted the gun towards Jake, "Now, please, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to step away from the computer."
"NO!"
"Well then I’m happy to say that your miserable life will end in a couple of sec—--" Hetty was knocked off his feet by the opening door behind him.
"Hi, is this the Berry residence" A tall range haired man carrying a green bag over his shoulder stood in the doorway.
‘Yes"
"Okay, I’m here because you see somebody ordered a pizza from this place. I’m here to deliver it. That’ll be $695.99 please. Costs a lot to get a pizza delivered to a place this out of he way. Had to rent a submarine you know. Man, on the ocean floor in the middle of Bermuda triangle is a very inconvenient location"
"$695.99? I don’t have that amount of money"
"You don’t? Well then no pizza," The man turned to Hetty, "You want it?" Hetty looked up from the floor.
"What? Oh, yeah sure. Here’s he money. You can keep the change, thanks"
"Thank you sir," said the man as he walked out the door.
"Now, as for you Jake, I.... Wait a minute...oh my gosh! The book I checked out form the library was due yesterday! Drat." Hetty paused for minute, then felt a tug on his right leg pant. The tall man looked down to see a small prism looking up at him.
"Hi, uh sir, I was wondering if you knew where the rest of my unit went. I had to go to the bathroom and got lost," it said in a high squelchy voice. Just to let you know, a squelchy voice is wen you talk with burping sounds.
‘Shut up!" Hetty pointed his gun at the small prism about to fire.
"Wait! Don’t shoot me, if you kill me, I’ll explode."
‘What?"
‘Prisms explode after they’re killed. It’s the one advantage we have in the war against the pyramids."
"Explode after you die! Oh my gosh!" Hetty dropped his gun and ran out of the room. Jake, no longer at gunpoint, striked enter on the computer. The robotic voice went on the intercom almost instantly.
"SECURITY CODE ACCEPTED. SECURITY BACK ONLINE. GUNFIRE BELOW OXYGEN PIPE. UNSPECIFIED VESSAL IN SUBMARINE HOLD. UNKNOWN LIFE FORM BELOW OXYGEN PIPE. UNSPECIFIED AIRCRAFT CRASHED BELOW OXYGEN PIPE. UNKNOWN SPACE CRAFT flying OVERHEAD. MISSLES ACTIVATED, ROBOTIC GUARDS SENT OUT. LEAK IN WEST WING, RAISING BASE ABOVE WATER. CLOAKING SYSTEM FAILING."
Hetty ran up the stairs to the top of the huge building. By now the entire house was floating on top of the water. It could now be seen by satellite. The tall man grabbed a walkie-talkie from his pocket and clicked the on button,
"Hello, this is Hetty. I need the spacecraft down here immediately. It’s an emergency evacuation. I’m sending you my location now" Hetty pressed the red button on the locator sewn onto his dirty sweat soaked shirt. It a matter of seconds, two Plutopian space vessels hovered above the building. The couple men on board gave Hetty a Mega-phone.
"Attention all plumbers! This is Hetty, I want everyone at the top of the building immediately on the ship immediately." Plumbers ran from every direction on the ship. Hetty, however, was already safely onboard operating the laser fierier. It was his job to stop the ship from getting hit by missiles. IT wasn’t until the robotic men came into view that he started getting panicky. Prisms were dying every which way. Taking chances wasn’t his way of life. Without warning, the tall man drove the ship high into the sky with people still hanging onto the sides. It was actually very interesting to see people splattering onto the ground. Hundreds of plumbers below called and screamed as Hetty left them stranded on the soon to explode building.
This actually reminds me of a story or maybe a dream. I was at this carnival place. It was called the funny foot carnival so I assume it as a carnival. Anyway, whenever you go to play a game, the owner is always there to take the money form you. SO, when you play the game, you either win or lose. IF you lose, you don’t get a prize. IF you win, then the carnival owner turns into a man-eating wolf and gobbles you up. Isn’t that absolutely absurd.
"Cody! What are we gonna do? We’re both gonna die. Die I tell you! Die! Oh, I forgot to tell you this. For my birthday this year, I’m thinking I want an expensive Japanese Koi Fish. I here they’re really pretty."
"Koi? Okay, I’ll see if I can get my hands on some."
"Great! Now...We’re gonna die Cody! Die!"
"We’re not going to eat pie and we're not going to die either. You know, I like pie."
"Oh yeah? Prove it"
"Well, it’s good and--------"
‘No I meant prove that we’re not going to die"
"Oh, okay Look, this building is going to explode in a matter of minutes right? All those little prisms will explode when you’re stupid security robots get to them."
"Your point is?"
"I don’t no, what’s a point?"
"Forget I said that, just continue"
"Okay, how ‘bout we just ump onto that Plutopian sub over there and travel to the Bahamas? I saw tons of money on board. We’d have enough to last us a lifetime. It’ll be great!"
"Well, okay" Jake mumbled. The two boys ran through the hallways past the third Plutopian war ship. Prisms as well as plumbers struggled to get on board. In fact, thing were getting so violent, that the prisms had started to kill the plumbers in order to get their seats on the ship. The two boys boarded the sub and hit the gas. Except, the sub didn’t run on gas. It ran on Algae. So really, they actually hit the Algae. Did you know that the sub took off at 103 miles per hour away from the base? Oh, and another thing, it had apple trees on board. So, the two boys had food and oxygen. Amazing isn’t it. Oh, did you know that in the book, Tangerine, This guy builds a lake. He stuffs the lake with Koi fish. Then, the man suspects that some funnyman is sneaking into the lake at night and stealing the Koi. Then, the funnyman sells the fish for large amounts of money. Isn’t hat stupid. In reality, the Koi are getting eaten by giant osprey birds.
The Plutopian submarine was 7 miles away when the building blew up. The explosion was so great, that it could be seen from space without the use of any technology. What’s worse, is that the explosion was seen by everyone within 20 miles. Unfortunately, by the time the United States and other countries arrived at the scene. There was nobody to be found. By that time, Cody and Jake were already parked at the bottom of a deep abyss in the middle of the ocean, Hetty’s spaceships floated high above the atmosphere, and Tim...Well, Tim was flying over Switzerland in a highly advanced alien space craft with automatic laser fire. Now, the last person unaccounted for is Connor. Connor is asleep in his bed. Of course, before he ended up there, he agreed to be a regular employee of none other than Hetty. Hetty now has a sample of Connor’s blood to make another Connor with. He will use this replica to put in Connor’s place when Connor is needed during school hours. There is one other person aboard Hetty’s ship as well. Miguel Aguado lays very, very asleep in a locked room.

P.S. This document has been written by Nicholas Makara. The information has come from recovered cameras from Jake’s base as well as things told to me by witnesses of the scene. Or, should I say... crime.