Jerry was now locked up in his toilet-less temporary cell. Jerry could hear the police talking and in their rumble jumble conversation he was hearing, he heard his name. Jerry wondered about why his name would ever come up. After a few seconds of deliberated thinking, he figured it out. They were part of BOAT. That’s right. They were the Benevolent Organization of the Alien Terminators. Jerry knew these aliens wanted to prevent him from having a child that would one day have a child that would save the world from the Alien Menace.
Jerry now knew what he must do to save the future. He must escape before the alien probe could be inserted.
“Alie… I mean Police, what about my one phone call?” Jerry inquired.
“Oh, don’t worry about that; your sister already paid for your bail and the fines you have received. You will be able to leave shortly with her.” said one of the officers.
Oh no! Mary has been probed! Oh well, she wasn’t important to the future anyway. Jerry soon came up with a new plan.
“I got to go PEE PEE!” exclaimed Jerry.
“I just said you’d be released soon,” the officer explained.
“But I got to go pee pee NOW!” shouted Jerry.
“Hold your horses,” the officer shouted back.
Jerry started to gesture like he was going to PEE PEE- in the cell.
“Okay, Okay. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to release you a tiny bit earlier so you can go to the bathroom. Our toilets are blocked up though after burrito night though so . . . ”
Jerry stopped listening to this alien speak after the cell opened. Jerry darted to the closest exit he could find and escaped. For some odd reason, the alarm did not go off Jerry was now on the run. He was a fugitive.
To be continued . . .
Posted by Sum Clone (and her assistant, AJ)