Archie Explores

Gnomenator Part II

 

Grimble knew how to appear from nowhere and make his presence known. “So what can we do about that evil little teddy bear?” I asked.

“I was hoping you avies with all your machines ‘n such, might have some ideas, ya know? After all, twas you guys who invented that cursed little devil!”

 “It was?” ‘Hmmm … I had to consider how that might’ve come about.

 Grimble cleared his throat and continued in his funny little voice -

“Lot’s of things have been going wrong with the ‘little people’ in Pixtland!  Uh… I mean “There”… and why you call ‘here’ “There” is beyond me,” He muttered quickly under his breath “but I suppose I’ve known it all along, you avie types are just a wee bit crazy in the head, and there’s nothin’ anyone can do to change that!” He cleared his throat again “Why just the other day some elves were out drinkin’ and drivin’ and sure enough, they crashed right into a tree.  - It was in the newspaper ya left layin’ on the table, Mr. Archie, that newspaper yer callin the Voice of Pixtland.” 

“Grimble, it’s called ‘The Voice of There’” (I had heard about that story, too.)

 “Well, whatever ya call it, I hear tell that the elf who was drivin’, is not in such great shape, ya know? … and that his little sister, uh, ya know, sometimes she goes mushroom pickin’ with some of me nieces and nephews,  …so it’s a small world here Mr. Archie”

 

“So Grimble, do you think the Gnomenator T800 has something to do with that drinkin’ and drivin’ accident?”

 “Mr. Archie, I’de greatly appreciate it, if ya didn’t keep calling that darn robot a “gnomenator” it gives me the crepes.”

 “You mean “the creeps”?”

 “Ya, that’s what I said, didn’t I ?”

 “Uh… yeah, I guess you did.”

 Grimble wouldn’t say if knew that bad teddy had something to with the elf’s car accident or not, but I wouldn’t be surprised. It may even have something to do with the increase odd behavior among our  population of ‘wee’ ones.

 

Trindle Greenhood stopped by to report yet another sighting of the T800. “Mr. Archie, you’ll keep a sharp eye, won’t ya?”

 

“Sure thing.” I said confidently, to reassure Grimble and his friend Trindle Greenhood. But really, I had no idea how to stop something like that.

 

They hurried off, to do, what(?), I don’t know.

Anyways, … somehow, that thing must be stopped. But how?

 More, when I find out.

 Travel Lightly,

Archie