You know, this just might work! Every minute that Zorb is on this station, the danger grows. Spotch and I can run our idea by the gang tomorrow and see what’s what. But we have to act fast. And we’re going to have to take care of everything ourselves.
It’s still frustrating knowing that I can’t count on Mom and Dad to take this whole thing…
… seriously.
“Uh… what’s going on in here?”
“We’re getting our boogie on! What’s it look like?”
“It looks like you’ve been watching your Saturday Night Fever videotape again.”
“Well then, in this case, looks are not deceiving! Your mom and I left the lab early today to come home and watch it. There’s still some synthetic popcorn in the kitchen if you’re hungry.”
I’m hungry, all right. But not for popcorn-shaped pencil erasers, thank you very much.
“Where did you get those outfits?”
“Professor Haaarvaaartan let us borrow the clothing synthesizer he’s been working on. Doesn’t your father look handsome? Just like John Travolta!”
I recognize John Travolta’s name from the movie poster Dad has hanging in the den back home on Earth. Mom and Dad have seen that movie at least fifty times, and they’ve never done this afterward. Something must be up.
“Sweetie, come join us. We hear you’re trying to learn how to dance.”
The little mole must have been listening through the air vents or something yesterday when Zot and Grimnee were over. Funny how even a genius can be an annoying pest when she’s your little sister. Even so, I’m definitely not interested in learning dance moves from the Jurassic period. Especially from my mom and dad.
“Thanks for the offer, but I’m good. So I guess you can take those outfits off and throw them in the trash compactor. And then burn them. And dump the ashes into space.”
“What? Then we won’t have anything to wear when we chaperone your dance Thoosday.”
“Yuppers. We’re going to glide and groove like greased geese at the Galactic Getdown! HAR!”
No!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
No!
“But the dance is right after school. You guys will still be working.”
“Oh, don’t you worry. We’ll be there. And when we let loose of our sweet moves in front of your classmates, they’ll never look at you the same way again!”
Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.