Invasion!

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“Mom!” Dobby calls to Mom from behind the bedroom door.

“Dobby? Where are you?”

“In here. The bedroom.”

“Dobby kitty, what's wrong? Are those ear mites bothering you again?” Mom asks walking toward the bedroom door.

“Get in here! Now!” A hand reaches out and pulls Mom into the bedroom and behind the door. Another hand covers her mouth. Dobby's face comes into sight through her peripheral vision. “Mom...It's okay he's with me. Promise to not to scream? Talk in a whisper?” Mom nods her head.

“Dobby, who is this? What is going on?”

“Did you give my cat money? Did you!?” Mom demands.

“No Mom. This is Tinkletoes. He's a soldier.” Mom looks at Tinkletoes. Tinkletoes is about 6 ft. 2 inches tall with lots of muscles. Military hair cut and wearing an odd array of camouflage. Desert camo pants, white wife beater with a bullet proof vest and a green camo jacket. Tinkle is also wearing belts laden with guns and ammo. So much...guns and ammo. “It's okay Mom. I hired him.”

“For what? What did you use for money?”

“To teach me how to protect us from the invaders.”

“Invaders?”

“From outer space. They are taking over the planet.”

“Really?” Mom asks doing her best to hide her smile.

“Yes.” Dobby answered deadly serious. Tinkletoes nods in agreement in the background.

“Aliens are invading and out of all the places they could invade they are starting in a town with a few hundred people?”

“No.” Dobby answered.

“Of course they aren't sweetie. Tell your 'friend' to go home. Play time is over.”

“They are starting with us.”

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“With us?” Mom asks. Taking a moment to absorb this information. “What do we have that aliens want?”

“It's here. In the kitchen.” Dobby looks out into the hall. “Tinkle, you know what to do.”

Tinkletoes eases past Mom and Dobby heads out into the hall. Mom listens to the floor creak as Tinkletoes enters the kitchen. Mom hears static near the floor next to her and what must be Tinkletoes' voice says, “Okay clear.”

Mom looks down to see Dobby with a communicator taped on to his ear with medical tape. “Copy that.” Dobby answers.

“Okay Mom let's go.”

“Wait a minute...where did you get that thing on your ear? It wasn't there before.”

Dobby rolls his eyes and pulls out an official looking piece of paper then hands it to Mom.

Mom reads,

This Artistic License authorizes Dobby the cat to do whatever is necessary to be his lovable, endearing and entertaining self.

Duly signed by the one and only most endearing and lovable entertainer ever.

P.S. If you don't automatically know who I am you really don't get out much.

Many More

 

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“Sir. Sir?? I can only guarantee security of the area for brief intervals of time. Tinkletoes' voice comes over the radio again.

“We'll be right there.” Dobby answers. “This is really important Mom. It could save your life.”

“Well let's see what these aliens are after then.”

                                                (Part I of II)