|The Random Runaways
Author: Loyal2rock PM
A fantastic scientist is forced to runaway with a clone of himself, in order to keep his clone safe. As his evil Ex-publisher chases him for the clone, the embark on epic, random journeys around the world.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Adventure - Chapters: 2 - Words: 746 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 02-27-10 - Published: 12-25-09 - id: 2756412
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"No ma'm I'd rather not. It's not ready." I protested to my publisher. "There are still a few kinks that need to be fixed before any press conference.." I said.
"Well then fix them. You have two days." She snapped.
"I don't know if I can.." She cut me off.
" If you can't I'll find someone else." She stalked Away. "Two days." She called over her shoulder.
How the heck am I supposed to get my Canadian clone out of Germany and into Canada, make him speak 28 languages and make him transform into an umbrella in 2 days? It'd take a day to get him from Germany, maybe if I poke him enough he'll turn into an umbrella….
"He is not ready; he only knows 2 languages and refuses to turn into an umbrella." I said to the publisher, Bobetta.
"I knew I would have to find some one else." She smiled ruefully. "Genane, Come here.' A short stocky man wobbled into the lab.
"Where is this supposed specimen?" He squeaked. Bobetta pointed one long fingernail at the glass room. "Ugly little brute If you ask me." He walked over to the glass; "I see you haven't shocked it." Genane squealed.
"It's a he. And shocking HIM would be inhumane." I Growled. My Canadian clone had become my best friend in the two days that I had spent with him.
"Technically, it is only a supposed clone, so humane laws no longer apply." He said in his mousy voice of his. "I'll be taking over now." He turned and looked up at me. "You have 2 hours to pack and remove yourself from the premises." He smiled.
"Not on my watch!" I put my hands on my hips all super-many, darted into the glass room, grabbed my clone's wrist and pulled him behind me out the window. "! WE NEED YOU!" I screamed, forgetting my clone and I couldn't fly. Mr. Papa was my 8th grade science teacher who was secretly superman (yes he wore stilts when he was being superman)
"Never Fear! Superman is here!" Mr.P shot out of nowhere.
"WTF!?" My clone squealed. Did I mention he's gay? Mr.P grabbed our shirts and flew us down to a roof top.
"Next time, think before you jump out a window, and almost die." Mr.P set us down.
"Yeah, I'll try that." I grumbled
"That was like, so scary!" my clone breathed.
"You know it!" A big purple bird with blue wings landed next to us.
Mr.P-I mean superman even gave the bird/dragon thing a WTF look.