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Life On The Magic Bus
Chapter 9, Part 8: Across America At Random
Singing in the rain
Pigs gone wild
8/15/2014
The Magic Bus crew had decided to shoot their first video of the day as they ate breakfast outside. They had already discussed the fact that it was a very overcast day, and were just talking about the day’s itinerary, when the sky opened up and the rain poured down.
“Woah! Good thing this awning is so large,” said Mary.
“Yeah,” Flash replied, “Dad has had rain get in his oatmeal one too many times.”
The video ended a couple of minutes later and the gang hurriedly finished breakfast. Minutes later, they were back on the road with Winner South Dakota, in the rear view mirror.
Hours later, somewhere in Nebraska, our intrepid travelers were pulled into a tiny town “in the middle of another goddamn giant cornfield”, as Doc put it, in order to buy “something from a local store that you can’t get back home”.
After buying a “Good Luck” candy bar, which turned out to be just a chocolate bar with whole peanuts in it, Grace suggested that the record video #2.
The rain was now falling in a more gentle, less Biblical, manner, so they set up the recording phone on a tripod and got ready. Unfortunately, they were somewhat at a loss as to what to do. Then Mary started to sing.
“I’m singin’ in the rain”
Doc joined in. “Just singin’ in the rain”
Then Lucy. “What a glorious feeling, and I’m happy again.”
And then everyone else joined in, the dancing started, and a crowd of about 20 locals (which Spike would later say was probably 75% of the town populace) gathered to watch them.
When they were done, they took a bow and started getting back on the bus, but Doc stopped long enough to say, “Thank you, thank you! You were wonderful. We’ll be back on Friday to do tunes from Guys & Dolls.”
Weeks later, Grace would wonder if those folks all gathered back at the store on Friday to see “Hippies Do Broadway”.
About 8 hours into their journey to Mediapolis, and with about 4 hours left, they were deep into the hog farming area of central Iowa. After one quick outing to take photos of a huge hog farm, that were all very glad that the Bus filtered and deodorized the air.
“I like pigs, but Holy Moley, that place was stinky,” Sasha remarked.
Flash nodded. “Yep, too stinky for me, and I like stinky fish.”
Up in the cab of the Bus, Doc was behind the wheel and Grace was in the co-pilot seat. She had a thermos of hot chocolate and was about to pour Doc a cup, when she sat his drinking mug on a small panel, thereby pressing some buttons.
A computer voice said, “Non-organic wreckage clearance initiated. Maximum mode on.”
A series of powerful beams of light shot forward at a huge hog farm on the other side of the T intersection they were approaching. Instantly, most of the fences, buildings and, really, everything but pigs and people, vanished.
“HOLY SHIT!,” Doc yelled.
Grace stared at what she had wrought, then said, “Oh, that can’t be good! Let’s get out of here!”
Doc stepped on the gas and a few seconds later, they did a hard right turn. As they turned, Spike, Mary, and the critters came up to see what was going on.
“Dang,” Mary said, “That’s a whole lot of pigs.”
“Yeah,” Lucy agreed, “and they are headed this way.
Later, the news would report how an entire huge hog farm vanished, leaving 30 humans to deal with 12,000 escaped hogs. Reports that a tie dyed alien UFO was responsible were not laughed off, since reports of that UFO, which had as part of its crew talking dogs, were coming in from all over the Midwest.
Finally pulling into Mediapolis hours later in a vehicle that, thanks to a working Chameleon Circuit, looked like a red Ford Econoline van, our Cross Country Travelers would agree not to speak of the “Pig Incident” for a while.
And it was STILL raining.
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