Myocastor_Coypus
Experienced
Alan climbed cautiously from the wreckage of Thunderbird 3's main cabin, miraculously decapitated from the exploding rocket during the botched re-entry. He found himself in a rather well-to-do looking neighbourhood - that is apart from the huge vaguely conical lump of metal occupying most of the road down this street. It was quiet, no sign of the commotion that you might expect from a piece of International Rescue space-rocket crashing out of the sky. The sun was out, and it was a beautiful day. Soon the smoke trail from the cabin's fall would vanish, and the sky would be all blue in every direction, no clouds anywhere.
"Ello, Tracy boy," a voice said, and he whirled around to find the source. His eyes doubled in size. "How are you holdin' up, me dearie? Tough landing? Hope you're not missin' any limbs..."
The words she was saying faded from the youngest in the Tracy family, his mind engaged on simpler matters. It was all true, what his brothers had said, all the off colour jokes about Penelope's older sister, whom he had always thought fictional. Who else could this woman be, with the big boobies and the big car, and the pink dress?
"Merope?" he said dimly, half aware he was cutting short her continuing expressions of concern.
"That's me, all right," she said, "Auntie Merope to the rescue. Sis told me you'd be dropping by in this area."
"Um," he coughed, glancing to his wrecked ship, "Dropping is right..."
"Anyway, Penny said to make sure you were safe," she climbed off the vehicle and appraoched Alan. Tugging his arm she said "How 'bout we take FAB 2 for a test run? I just had her fitted with a Robo-Parker. She'll drive herself now. And there's plenty of room behind. Come on, let's have you nice relaxing cruise home..."
Eh, could be better. Still, here's a new image:
"Ello, Tracy boy," a voice said, and he whirled around to find the source. His eyes doubled in size. "How are you holdin' up, me dearie? Tough landing? Hope you're not missin' any limbs..."
The words she was saying faded from the youngest in the Tracy family, his mind engaged on simpler matters. It was all true, what his brothers had said, all the off colour jokes about Penelope's older sister, whom he had always thought fictional. Who else could this woman be, with the big boobies and the big car, and the pink dress?
"Merope?" he said dimly, half aware he was cutting short her continuing expressions of concern.
"That's me, all right," she said, "Auntie Merope to the rescue. Sis told me you'd be dropping by in this area."
"Um," he coughed, glancing to his wrecked ship, "Dropping is right..."
"Anyway, Penny said to make sure you were safe," she climbed off the vehicle and appraoched Alan. Tugging his arm she said "How 'bout we take FAB 2 for a test run? I just had her fitted with a Robo-Parker. She'll drive herself now. And there's plenty of room behind. Come on, let's have you nice relaxing cruise home..."
Eh, could be better. Still, here's a new image: