Saturday Serial

Ok kids soimething new, instead of cartoons a weekly serial, inspired by 1950's horror movies... enjoy.

Part one...
We join our harrowing tail on a calm Saturday morning, the birds chirp in the trees, the squirrels frolic with their nuts, and the wind blows listlessly through the leaves. Billy, a young boy no more than 9 years old sits in his parents lounge room watching Captain Patriot on the television. A strong and sturdy U.S made television, not like those cheap foreign TV’s with there colour picture and sound, a good old fashioned Radiotron 9000. In the kitchen Billie’s mom cooks bacon and eggs for Dad who’s lying in bed smoking his pipe and reading the paper.

He flicks through the news until something catches his eye.

“Good lord would you look at that Scruffs” Dad says to Scruffs the dog whose laying on the floor restlessly rolling about. “Scruffs, its those dam Russians, its says here in The Democratic Patriot, that those pesky ruskies are planning to invade, lucky we’ve got that fallout shelter”

Scruffs looks up and barks once in approval, Dad cocks his head to the side and laughs in agreement with what Scruffs just said. He quickly stops laughing because too much laughter isn't Christian, and then looks at his watch, breakfast is late, 3 minutes. He’d have to sit his wife down again and give her a good talking to about what the role of a wife is. Just as he was thinking that, in she walks with a tray of bacon and eggs, coffee, and a hearty warm smile. She places the tray down on her husbands lap and then stands there smiling attentively while he digs in.

“3 minutes late dear” he says as he talks his first mouthful and another puff on his pipe.

“I’m sorry dear, but I am only a lady, we don’t know how to follow time.” She says and then smiles at her husband.

“I know dear, what you girls would do without men to anchor you down?” he replies as he still scoops the eggs and bacon into his mouth. From the corner of his eye he sees Billy standing in the door way.

“Now son, you know you’re not meant to be seen before 11.00 am, you know Jesus never disobeyed his father like this” Dad says to Billy who is now partially hiding behind the doorframe.

“Ohh yes pop, I’m sorry” Billy meekly replies and then runs off down the hallway again to return to watch Captain Patriot. All is well in the house, Billy enjoying the fruits of American freedom and democracy, Dad eating Bacon and eggs, and mom, doing whatever Dad says, all is well, for now.

For off in the distance away from suburbia, out over the desert badlands a plane soars carrying its evil cargo load of dastardly evil. Somewhere near the All America Power Plant and Fusion Station, a drop zone for danger and intrigue. What lurks in store for freedom and democracy, what horrible happenings are afoot… tune in next week to find out…

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