Wither the Phantom?
The sinister grey eminence is suddenly gone, without so much as a by your leave!
“WOW, that was some fireworks show…”
Zoot’s essential good nature is never far from the surface. He is actually concerned about the wellbeing of this malevolent spook who has been trying to kill him.
”… you okay?”
Zoot reaches out to the Phantom with his standard issue rubber-coated Space Cadet gloves. (The Academy buys them in bulk from the Family Dollar store.)
”HELLO?”
”ANYBODY HOME?”
Apparently not. The dreaded Photon Phantom seems to have dissipated into the ether and is lost in the ozone... if Gamma Magma even has ozone.
Regardless of the outcome for the Photon Phantom, the Omega Egg is undamaged, and the prize is retrieved!
Zoot has accomplished his goals of rescuing Artie and the Omega Egg!
And, there is always time for a non-sequiter.
”Hmmm… Kinda makes you wonder which came first.”
Nobody laughs. Duty calls.
Zoot and Artie dash off to get back to their spaceship.
”We better get back. I still have to MOP!”
Artie tosses one more taunt at his now forever foe.
”So long, sucker!”
“A lollipop sounds good.”
Zoot picks up on the key word in Artie's comment. This space Cadet is always hungry! Let's hope Zoot remembers where he parked.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Story by Neil Atwood; Art, Pencils by James Reade; Ink, Color, Lettering by Robert Steinhilber; Narration by Neil Atwood and Robert Steinhilber
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Zoot is actually quite sincere even if clueless. And who hasn't worn yellow Playtex gloves to mimic superhero apparel? You know, besides a bathtowel as a cape fastened with duct tape. Cosplay before it was cool!