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The Telephone Call of Doom

“Hello?” Dani answered cautiously.

“Hey,” came a smooth voice. “I’m lookin’ for Sarah K. Mulder.”

“Um, just a minute.”

Dani put down the phone. “Sarah,” she whispered loudly. “It’s for you!”

Sarah stood up slowly and looked at her family. “Go with it, Mulder,” Maggie said, nodding her head. Sarah drew in a deep breath, marched over to the phone, and snatched it up. “Sarah Mulder speaking,” she said.

“Hey there.”

“Who’s calling please?”

“My name is unimportant. What is important is that I am a toy poodle, and I’m calling you from the bea-u-ti-ful city of Los Angeles.”

“You’re a poodle?” Sarah asked, catching her mother’s eye. Scully looked very skeptical.

“Why yes I most certainly am,” the poodle answered. “Not what you’d expect a tiny dog to sound like?”

“Not really,” Sarah admitted. This toy poodle had a smooth, almost sexy voice.

“Listen up. I need you to meet me at 10pm in front of my crib. Don’t bring your family along, I only want to speak to you. It’s about the aliens, and how you and yours can save the world.”

“How?” Sarah asked.

“Don’t ask me questions!” the poodle shouted at her. “Just be there at 10.”

“Where’s your, uhh, crib?”

“Down the street from the hotel where you and your family will be staying tonight…McMurphee’s Hotel of America…L.A.”

“But we’re not anywhere near L.A.,” Sarah protested.

The poodle sighed. “Then I suggest you haul ass to the airport.”

The poodle hung up.

Sarah looked at her family and drew in a deep breath. “Okay Mom, I know you’re not going to believe me, but a poodle just called me from Los Angeles and made us reservations at McMurphee’s Hotel of America, L.A. and told me that I have to meet him at his ‘crib’ down the street from the hotel at ten pm, and if we want to make it there in time, which I’m assuming we do because he said it had something to do with saving the world, then he and I both suggest that we haul ass to the airport so I can hijack another plane and get us to California.”

So, to make a long story short, the Mulders hauled ass to the airport where Sarah hijacked a plane to Los Angeles. And this time, she did crash. But it was a minor crash, and nobody was severely injured.

Part 7
All the way back home