THAT WAS CLOSE! THANK GOODNESS LORD TIM HAD PUT THE FUTURIZER ON SNOOZE MODE, SO JUST AS TIME WAS ABOUT TO DISINTEGRATE ENTIRELY, THE MACHINE SWITCHED ITSELF ON AUTOMATICALLY AT FULL NANO-VROOMS PER DOOBRY AND SUCKED ALL THE DREAMINESS OUT OF THE SITUATION IN A TRICE. MISTER B SUDDENLY LOST ALL MEMORY OF HIS EVIL PLOT AND DECIDED TO DEVOTE HIMSELF TO CONSERVATION.

FULLY REVIVED AND REBOOTED, LORD TIM AND SIDEKICK JETPACK DOWN TO NUMBER 10.

REMEMBER ME, PM?

OF COURSE I DO, MAN. YOU’RE MY SOUL BROTHER.

THANKS PM. NOW WILL YOU GIVE ME PERMISSION TO TAKE KICK HERE FOR A WEEKEND BREAK TO THE SEA OF SOLITUDE?

SURE THING, LORD TIM.



FLY ME TO THE MOON, YOUR LORDSHIP, MY LOVE.

WILL DO, SIDEKICK, MY SWEET!

LORD TIM GLANCES DOWN AT HIS COMMUNICATOR - STILL NO SIGN OF YOUNG TIM.



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