The Machine by Bill Myers

Author:Bill Myers
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Religious, Christian, Action and Adventure
Publisher: B&H Publishing Group
Published: 2013-07-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Robbie Strikes Helps Again

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Actually, it was pretty cool and way too funny . . . at least for those of us watching the screen. Well, maybe not for all of us. Well, okay, maybe just for me. But, I mean, picture it: two guys who hate each other have suddenly gotten plopped together right in the middle of our enemy’s compound.

Not only that, but . . .

They got plopped on top of a steep roof where, if anyone from the compound looked up, they could easily be seen.

But here’s the best (or worst) part . . .

The dimensional folder still wasn’t working right.

The good news is it was working better than before, I mean everybody had normal looking bodies.

But the bad news was, those normal-looking bodies only wore one set of clothes.

That’s right. Even though their bodies were completely intact, they were crammed together, back to back, inside Ibrahim’s robe, which had grown a bunch of sizes too big.

“Robbie!” Isaac shouted.

“Shh, they’ll hear you,” Ibrahim whispered as he scanned the compound below them. But, when he noticed what they had to share, he cried, even louder than Isaac, “ROBBIE!”

“Sorry about that,” Robbie spoke into an overhead microphone. “Guess we got a few glitches to work out.”

Isaac’s earpiece was close enough to Ibrahim’s head so he could hear. “A few?” he growled. “This man is wearing my clothes.”

“Tell me about it,” Isaac growled back. Then, acting like Ibrahim was way too dirty to touch, Isaac started to slip out of the robe, until . . .

“Oops,” he said.

“Oops what?” Ibrahim asked.

Isaac motioned under their robe. “All I have on is my underwear.”

“That is no concern of mine,” Ibrahim said. “Now, please, remove yourself from my clothes.”

“Guys,” Dad said.

“What if I said this robe was my robe,” Isaac argued. “What would you do about that?”

“This can’t possibly be your robe!”

“It can’t possibly be yours. It’s the size of a tent.”

“Guys!”

“It is more my robe than yours.”

“Says who?”

“Says me!”

“GUYS!”

The two men came to a stop.

Dad continued talking patiently to the screen. “It doesn’t matter whose robe it is, the two of you are going to have to wear it and work together.”

“I’m not working with him,” Isaac said.

Ibrahim replied, “And I most certainly am not working with you.”

Ignoring them, Dad said, “First we have to get you off that roof.”

Isaac nodded. “Correct.” He turned and started to his left.

“Wait one moment,” Ibrahim said and began pulling the opposite direction. “I wish to go to the right.”

“Guys.” Dad looked to Robbie, who was frantically working the keyboard.

Ibrahim argued, “As long as we are wearing my clothes, we shall do as I say.”

“Who says these are your clothes?”

“Guys!”

“I say!” Ibrahim gave a tug.

“Well, I don’t!” Isaac tugged the opposite direction.

“Well, I do.” Ibrahim tugged back. Before you knew it, it turned into a tug of war, each man pulling the opposite direction.

“This way!”

“No, this way!”

But, all good things must come to an end. Before we knew it, Isaac’s foot slipped on the steep roof and they started tumbling down.

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