Mission Summary
The night it was clear, not a cloud in the sky,
And the gang stood around with a squint in each eye.
Then Lord McFuzz shouted, “fall ranks, one by one!
I know some good games we could play - we’ll have fun!”
He sprang from the shadows with flair and with sass,
And announced with a grin, “It’s a classic [redacted]!
“An [redacted]-mission, yes! I just pulled it out—
Now let’s make some goals you can rhyme with and shout!”
He told every pilot, “Now write with some zest!
Then stuff your great rhymes in my chest-pocket vest!”
We scribbled and rhymed, we were doing our best—
Then drew four at random to put to the test.
But somehow, in spite of the brains in our ranks,
One card just said “Get Snax”—with zero thanks.
We blinked and we groaned, it was lacking in flair…
Was this the grand quest that we pulled from thin air?'
From deep in the ranks arose a hushed grumble
“Make that Fuzz go away, he is nothing but trouble!”
Yet McFuzz only giggled, “Don’t fuss and don’t pout!
A mission’s a mission—now ride and find out!”
Navigator Meownderthal led the fleet with pizzaz and with flair,
They deftly maneuvered their ship here and there,
Above Harvard Stadium, the drones twinkled in flight,
Painting rainbows of color far off in the night.
Dogfood and Goose gave us five as we rolled,
A gesture of valor to pilots so bold.
We pedaled through Harvard where crowds clogged the street,
The drone show had ended—the chaos complete!
But oh! What a gift! All the humans we met—
Gave high-fives like confetti, with joy (and some sweat).
Then lo! Near a plaza of Science and Stone,
We passed Nosepicker, just riding alone.
And onward we pushed, with our goal clear and true—
To the land of cold sweetness, and sugary goo.
At last we arrived, and the Creamery beamed—
The fabled dessert-land that pilots had dreamed!
We ordered, we scooped, we devoured with cheer,
One mission objective had neatly been cleared.
Now full up with SNAX, no pilot could resist-em,
We zipped on our way to the Arlington System.
Through wormholes and wobbles we wormed on our track,
Round Alewife Brook Parkway—no turning back!
Meownderthal veered with a "THIS WAY!" and "THAT!"
Onto a footpath so twisty but mercifully flat.
But soon a more bumpy terrain commenced,
The pilots all hollered, “watch out - TURBULENCE!”
It bumped! It thumped! It went CRACKLE-KERPLOP!
With roots that would yeet you and never quite stop.
We clunked over trunks that were sneakily hid—
We weaved in and out and tried not to skid.
Trinity’s navi thruster was nearly obliterated
As the lumpy wormhole went on unabated
At last, we emerged all rattled and sore,
Our thrusters still thudding from root-bumps galore.
“Let’s never,” we groaned, “ride that wormhole again—
It jangled our bolts and it scrambled our brain!”
Then ZOOM! A new starpath, at a much faster clip,
We soared toward the swim-spot for a refreshing dip.
The nebula warm, the air oddly still,
We soaked in the glow in the lee of a hill.
Although sand had maneuvered to uncomfortable locations,
We nevertheless enjoyed the refreshing radiation.
Presently, pilots endeavored to dry
Refreshed and recharged, time to fly!
We slipped from the shadows, all quiet and sly,
Pretending a mechanical had caught our eye.
Once underway, the path forward was clear,
The funk it was busting, the ending was near,
When all at once there came from the rear of the pack,
A small plantive cry, a need to turn back.
“My knees! Oh please! I speak for my knees!
I will surely destroy human knees such as these,
Without my bionic appendage, they’ll seize!”
Spud swiftly maneuvered in an about-face
With assistance from Kilo3 and SweetJP keeping pace
Back to the nebula, they zipped like a breeze,
To fetch Spud’s lost contraption amidst the shadowy trees
With knees back in place, the fleet did unite,
And flew home together beneath stars shining bright.
We veered toward Memorial, a curious track,
To seek out the geese and their midnight quack-pack.
But the honks never came, not a feather in sight—
Just shadows and streetlamps and cool Cambridge night.
Yet lo! In the dark, as if bending space-time
We spotted Nosepicker again - Nosepicker Nosepicker Nosepicker
Back to base we flew to achieve a well earned rest,
With creative interpretation, it was a mission success.
Some of the alternate objectives that were
not picked from the hat (pocket):
- Oh travel afar, go near or go wide, in search of a slippery slide
- If your body's feeling weary, and the heat has got you dreary, just grab a ship, and we'll take a trip, to a place you can strip and take a dip
- For SCUL In A Hat, a mad hatter at bat, change places you shout and at once run about
Lordmcfuzz, for the sake of brevity and the size of his hat (pocket) had to reduce objectives from a longer form.
Spud submitted:
Oh, the Gridley Locks where the Charles does flow,
Where industrial ships once put on a show!
You must find the footpath where few pilots dare,
And pedal precisely with Seussical flair!
First, locate the locks (they're terrifically tricky),
The water goes UP and goes DOWN rather quickly!
Then ziggle and zaggle to Bill Russell's span,
That bridge of all bridges, lately named for a man!
But WAIT! There's a twist in this Seussical tale,
A NEW bike bridge swooping like some cosmic whale!
You must ride UNDER Russell in complete silence,
On this fresh-built path built with modern science!
Wave up at the cars as they rumble above,
While you glide underneath like a space-faring dove!
SweetJP submitted:
for scul in a hat, a mad hatter at bat,
change places you shout and at once run about,
swapp widgets and fidgets, robes and thrones,
log points for each change in the tales of SCUL tomes
Wombat submitted:
If your body's feeling weary
And the heat has got you dreary,
Just grab a ship,
We'll take a trip
To the place where you can strip and take a dip.