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“Who’s coming?” demanded dad.
“THEY are!”
“Who’s THEY?”
“The Floobles!” said Jeremiah in a very loud whisper.
“Go back to bed!” ordered dad, “I’ve had enough of your imagination!
It’s nothing but trouble! You need to stop imagining, and think about the
REAL world! Now quit your blathering and get! I’ve got work
tomorrow!”
Jeremiah tried to explain.
“But, but, but…”
“Bed!” said dad.
Jeremiah went sadly back to his bedroom and sat on his bed for a
while. Well, he thought, at least he’d tried to warn his parents. If they
ended up in an intergalactic toasted sandwich, it was their fault! They
should have listened. It must have been like this for poor old Mr. Noah
when he warned people about a flood. They probably thought he was
making it up, or he was mad! But the flood came, and where were all
those people now?
He slipped into his bed and gradually dozed off, but when he woke the
next morning he realized he really should have stayed awake all night.
Some dreadful things had happened.
During the night, The Intergalactic Fast Food Factory Gourmet Food
Collectors Incorporated spaceship had arrived, and parked itself in orbit.
