Location: Still in the Sky Date: The Day Ronald Became a Hero Dear Journal, For a moment, we were certain it was the end ob our balloom boyage. The catapulted rock—a boulder, really—was whistling fru the air like a very angry tater. Teddy yelled “DUCK!” but there were no ducks, and no way to steer. […]
Location: Somewhere Above France Date: Very High Up Dear Journal, Today we are in the sky. Actually in a basket. Hanging beneaff a hot air balloom. Me, Dougie and Teddy were in one, and the rest ob the gang were in two others. This was Dougie’s idea, ob course. “Imagine the biews!” he said. “Fink […]
Location: Our Labender Scented Bed and Breakfast Date: Monday – Sock Day Dear Journal, After nighttime naps and nibbling and the official Sock Day Stretch™, Teddy and I told Peter and the rest of the crew about the Sock Day Tradition. Peter blinked a few times and said, “You mean you just… don’t do anything?” […]
Reuben’s Trabel Journal – Entry #6 Location: Village of Fromagerie Fantastique Date: The Day the Dream Came True Dear Journal, Dreams are real. I’m sitting at a tiny café table wiff Dougie, surrounded by cheese. Gruyère. Brie. Camembert. Roquefort. Some wiff truffles. Some that crumble. Some that melt just by looking at them. I’m not […]
Reuben’s Trabel Journal – Entry #5 Location: Just outside Saint-Baguette-sur-Lune Date: The Day Dougie Flew Dear Journal, Today, Dougie flew. Not on purpose. We were cruising fru the French countryside, wind in our ears and baguette crumbs on our shirts, when a loose cobblestone leapt up and sent our Vespa into a wild zig-zag. My […]
As the sun dipped into the horizon, casting long golden rays across the Great Park, Fish, Barry, and Baxter sat together at a little wooden table, Baxter neber complained about bringing the stack ob magnets to halp boost Fish to be tall enuff – just above the table. But let’s face it, they were pretty […]
Location: Somewhere in a billage Date: First Full Day in France Dear Journal, We got fru the portal. We found the Vespa (it’s a long story). And now… we are RIDING FRU FRANCE! I can’t believe this is real. The wind smells like butter and basil and maybe a little bit like old buildings (the […]
It was a Thursday, ob course. Baxter wore his crown as tradition demanded. But no amount ob jewels could shield him from the reality ob what lay before him: an endless pile ob office work for Internashunal Bizness. He had tried to delegate. He meant to fill out Form C-3B/Alpha before second breakfast. But now […]
Location: Home (still)Date: Portal Day Dear Journal, It’s happening. The portal is ready. Professor Whooot just rang the bell—twice—and the air in the dryer room is buzzing. I don’t mean like a little static. I mean it’s humming. The gears are turning on their own, the pendulums are swinging backward, and there’s a soft […]
Reuben’s Trabel Journal – Entry #1 Location: Home (for now) Date: The day before the portal opens Dear Journal, Teddy and I are packed, excited and perched by the door, just waiting on Professor Whooot to gib the all-clear. Dougie says France smells like croissants and labender, and honestly? I’m already hungry. Mom helped me […]