We Upgraydz the Spontanteity!

 Musashi Sez:

Wull, we have been cleenin up the Spontaneity, maykin shur that all of them Peeps are gone. (Eevn if it mean eatin them--it's a dirty job bein a starshp captain sometimes.)

We had a crew meetin an we all agreed that it was time to upgrade our ship. This is goin to mean movin all of Mom's "school stuffs" off of the spayse-ship chair so that Kaylee, our mechanic, can get in there and do some work, addin some verree cool harwayre.

We got a brand new spinny thing (cuz the old one got worn out from all that spinnin.)

Also, we boughtid us a brand  new gyroscope, which are a thing that keep us on the straight an narrow, or at leest on the straight, largely becuz of pfhyziks. Huh.

I has ben tryin to convinserayt peeples that we cleerly needs raysin  stripes, preferabul in blu an gold, but they is not convinserayted jus yet. It may wull be that I gots some work to do to get mai way eventchoolee.

But that is whut we has been up to laytlee.

That Post-Eestr Thing

Musashi Sez:

Wull, now that Eeastr is ovr, I kin tell yu all about what happened between that big Whit-furred bunny an us, the crew of my ship the Spontenaity.

See, we hads this big figt and the Bunnee turned us all different colrz. An I totalee won. But then I realized that what all of us was sittin on after the figt, was all these yellr sugar peeps. We didn’t know why, but then somebody said, “Deer God, they ar self-replicaytin at a velocity that we can’t handle! Captin,! Whut are we gonna do???”

An yu knoes that ther is trouble when they starts yoozin multiple punctuayshun marks.

So I sed, “Huh, we’ll jus have to eat them!”

An of course that Bunnee-fellr was not too happy about that, so he started slingin lotsa them littul bloo nougat eggs at us, (ouch!), an we started slingin multi-colored and –flayvored jelly beans at him. An down he went!

 

Then we tooked them funny colored bunnees and chicks an we gived them tooth-picks an them plastic swords an we paired them off an made they figt it out in the microwayv.

Hoorah! Victree!

So, finally havin figted off the big rabbit fellr, we cud continyoo our journey to get justice from Captan Nemo.

This Not Aprul Fool, Mutch

Musashi Sez:

Eventchoolee, Mom caym home again from church, and I hads to give her back the com, but that also meant that I cud go down to the cargo hold and see what that Eestr Bunny guy was up to. An yu wud not BELEEV!

Ther was brigt yellr Peeps EVRWHER!!! The whole cargo hold was compleetlee filled wift Peeps! Ther was no big white bunnee rabbit, but only them yellr chickenz.

Suddenly there was a big sound: Ka-CHUNK! I turned to see the portal filled wift a big white bunny! So, of course, I does what you would egspect a shiny black kitty wift delusions of Walter Mitty to do.

I attackt.

Cat an rabbit figt! Rabbit an cat figt! SNARL! Meow! ROOOWR!

An on the sidelinez, big yellr Peeps, cheerin an roarin an maykin chaos!! WHOO HOO!

An Kaylee yells, “Yu go, Musashi-Kittee! Kill his ass!”

An I yells, “Kaylee, that not perlite or pretty!”

An she yells, “You don’t pay me to talk pretty!”

An that is verree troo. I doesn’t actchrlee pay any of my team at all yet.

Easter Mysterious on the Spontaneity

Musashi Sez:

Okay, heer is the teaser part of the blog.

Yu are walking (wift the camera) down a metal corridor in a space ship, step, step, step, step, verree quietly, as if yu are sneekin up on somboddee. A strange yellr ligt is shinin around a doorway. Yu stops and then (verree bravely) yu steps throo the doorway to see:

A kittee almost compleetlee covered in a bright yellr blanket! Very scary!

Then across yer screen yu see the words, 48 HOURS EARLIER…

An this is wher I tells yu about how I spent Holey Saturday.

Mom was in an out all dae doin stuffs, an so when she was out, I had the com, which mean 1) I was drivin the ship—VROOM! VROOM!—and 2) I cudn’t keep an eye on that big furry guy wift his big, mysterious wooden box. I know that he was doin stuffs down in the cargo hold, which is the enormous imaginary space unner mom’s armchair. Kaylee was down ther too, but she was in the enjin room, trying to make an old wire hanger into the twirly thing that she sed the enjin needs but that we don’t has the money to buy at the momint.

When Mom came home in the aftrnoon, I had the chance to go down and see what that fellr was up to. To my verree great surprise, he was up to his neez in baskets and was putting all this stranj green stuff in them, like grass.

I sez, “Hey! What yu doin ther, Mistr?”

He turned an gived me the beedy eye. “Huh. What it look like I’m doin?”

An I sez, “I think yu is putting grass in them baskets. But I doesn’t know why.”

An he sez, “Look, kid. I’m the Easter Bunnee an I got work to do. So why don’t you go back up to your driver’s seat an go back to poppin wheelies in this here spaceship-chair-thing.”

And rigt about then, Mom had to go off to church agen, so I went back to poppin wheelies, cuz he may be rood but he is rigt that poppin wheelies in a space ship reqwire lotsa practice.

VROOM! NYEEER POW! KAPOW! (Cuz practicing wift the imaginary subspace ship-to-ship water canons is also importint!)

Our Mysterious Interim Job

Musashi Sez:

Wull, it has been a verree busy week. First, we got ourselves comman-deered by this big white fuzzee person wift the long white earz, an then he sed we had to bring him to this nifty space station over near Pluto, where he had to pick up a “consignment” of stuffs.

Fer a space station, it looked pretty old fashioned, but the Root Beer was AMAYZIN! They eevn had Birch Beer, an accordin to Mom, that is hard to find eevn on Earth. There was all kindsa peeples there, sailors from the Federation, an Klingons, an the big furry guy’s “business partner,” Cyrano Jonz.

Wull the furry guy an Mistr Jonz sat in a corner fer a while, drinkin the Root Beer an talkin in low voices. Finally, Jonz slaps him on the back telling him what a hard bargain he makes an hands him a big wooden box.

Natchrullee, I was suspishus. After all, who brings a wooden box to a fansee space station?

I whispers to our mechanic, Kaylee, on whose sholder I was sittin, “I not too happy about this.”

An she says, “If he gots work fer us, I don’t care what it is. Yer littul Nemo vendetta is getting expensive, an I’m gonna need a new twirly thing for the enjin soon, so we’re goin to take his money. Got it?”

An because Kaylee not only keep the enjin runnin, but also provides belly rubs, I agree.

But I am goin to keep my eye on that furry guy anyway. Huh.

Getting Commandeerd

Musashi Sez:

We noez that yu hasn’t heard from us in a whil, but we kin explain. See, we had this weird egsperiens wher this big fuzzee white guy walks in an sez, “Sorry, frend, but we needs yer ship. We has been trying to reach everybody in onlee one nigt.”

An I sez, “Huh! Are you Santa Clauz?”

“Hnrf!” laughed the weird guy. “Does I look lik somebody who wud go down chimneys to you?”

An I sez, “Um, maybe?”

An he sez, “This sleek white fur? Do it look lik it has been up an down chimneys lately?”

“Um, no?”

“An do Santy Clauz bring folks chocolate eggs an bunnies?”

“Um, no.”

“So, clearly, we need to  commandeer yer ship so we kin gets all theez chocolate eggs an bunneez to peoples everywhere.”

An that has made us too busy to help wift the whol Captin Nemo project.

Noo Blog

Musashi Sez:

Wull, we has been tryin to figgr out our Softwayr Problims up heer in mostlee Outer Space. Our fansee JPL/NASA softwayr keeps talking about outlinz as if we meant them, which natchrullee mayk commyoonicaytin much harder.

We is tryin to figgr out how Mistr Rogers’ “Halpin Wiftout Being Asked” certificate is connected to Captain Nemo’s stealin our naymin rigts of that ol’ blizzard last fall, and how we kin mayk all of this confuzzlemint rigt.

But fer rigt now, we has sended Agent Duncan bak down to Earth to do his grocery shoppin, so he kin return to Nemo still lookin innrcent, eevn tho he halped Mister Tyger get orf Nemo’s ship.

Meanwhile, we is tryin to figgr out if this ol’ certifrcate is coded or somthin.