Broken Gears

I apologize in advance. This story is incomplete, intentionally incomplete. You see my granddaughter has a few cartoons that she likes and we watch them when I put her down for a nap. One of these cartoons is Phineas and Ferb. Great series and fun to watch. It reminds me of the cartoons I used to like growing up.

The premise of the cartoons is pretty simple. Phineas and Ferb make fantastic things during their summer vacation and their sister spends her days trying to bust them. Of course, mom never sees the constructs of the boys so it is a never ending fight to catch the boys in the act.

I mentioned this is my granddaughters favorite show right? I have seen every episode at least twice, sometimes more. there have been marathon days of the show playing in the background. So when you read this story you will probably understand why I stopped it when I did.

Now you might ask why am I bothering to share this with you. I mean, it isn’t a finished story and all that. Well, the easy reason is, this is my forum and I share what I want. (that sounds mean and spiteful doesn’t it?) Actually, when I looked at what this week has been it made perfect sense to share this piece. This has been a week of bizarro fiction and honestly, this story is a perfect finishing touch to the week.

Either way, check out an episode or two of the show. They are some great cartoon entertainment.

Broken Gears

“Mom,” Gemma said. “They’re doing it again.” She ran down the stairs into the living room.

Sara-Jane set her papers down to look at her daughter. “What are they doing this time?” She wrinkled her nose at the end of the sentence. She already knew but she had to hear Gemma say it. She liked listening to her tattle even less than why she did it.

“You have to come see this now. Come look before they lose it.” She grabbed her mother’s hands and pulled her off the chair. “Come quick. They were looking bored.”

Gemma rushed ahead like an excited puppy stopping to look back on occasion. Sara-Jane stumbled along behind, annoyed to be on another wild chase. “Why can’t you let them play in peace?”

“They aren’t just playing,” she said. “They found Dad’s old tools.” She stopped before the door to the basement with her arms crossed and tapped her foot as her patience slipped away. “Are you ready? Can we go in now?”

Broken Gears“As ready as I can ever be, I guess.” She stepped back to give Gemma room to open the door.

“Look at this, just look at this.” Gemma waved her arm into the room to draw her mother’s attention to the monstrosity her brothers made. The body on the floor was larger than an average man. The boys had hooked wires up to the neck and chest of their experiment.

Terry sat near an electrical outlet with the power cord in his hand. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

Gary said, “Engage power at will.” He dropped his goggles over his eyes.

“Stand back.” He touched the cord to the outlet then pressed it into the socket. Power surged down the cord to the body on the floor.

“What are you two doing?” Sara- Jane asked.

Gary lifted his goggles from his face. “Oh hi, mom. We were testing the new power couplers.”

“They never asked mom,” Gemma said.

“It’s their experiment, Gemma,” she said. “Let them work it how they need to work it.”

Gemma threw her arms in the air and screamed, then stormed out of the room.

“Ok you two, be careful and don’t start any fires.”

“Right-O mom.” They said in unison. Terry plugged another cord into the power supply. With a surge of power the body rocked forward. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

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