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In the year 2036, Crystal was working on the machine that worked the Time Door. She was laying on David's skateboard, working her mechanical tools that she needed to fix the door and get Tallulah back into this time. Or at least get her back before she fell backwards into the door. Something along the lines of that.
David was helping by passing her the tools she needed, since he knew the tool names by heart. Billy-Boy couldn't tell the difference between a money wrench, a wrench, a flat head and the other type of screw driver. I mean, they're all the same...right?
"David, pass me the wholly-electric wrench." Crystal held her hand out.
"WEW, here you go." He handed her the wrench. "BB, how's the culture?"
"It's okay." Billy-Boy called out. Billy-Boy was writing down everything Tallulah would have to know in the past of 2008 and the years beforehand. "I have to tell her to listen to that Billy Joel song, the 'We Didn't Start The Fire' one, she'll know half of that stuff."
"And fashion designers."
"And films based of fashion designers, like Coco something."
"Coco Chanel." Crystal commented, coming out of the machine thing. "And Tallulah and I watch so many televison shows on t.v, on those vintage channels, she's bound to remember that stuff."
"Vintage Family: Those family shows from the 1950's-2000's, such as Happy Days and Brady Bunch and Full House and Punky Brewster." Crystal said. "Vintage Music 1960-1970. 1970-1980. 1980-1990. 1990-2000... you get the idea."
"Alright, but if she doesn't say Canada, she's screwed." Billy-Boy said, going back to his 2008 pop culture book. "North Montana, blah, why did they change the name?"
"Because of what happened in 2015 when the Canadians—"
"Shut up, David!" Billy-Boy shouted.
"No!" He shouted back.
"Yes, shut up!"
"No!" David shouted again, smiling and winking and nodding his head towards Crystal.
Billy-Boy got the message. "Shut up David!"
"Shut up, David!"
"Shut up, David!"
"Shut up, David!"
"SHUT UP THE BOTH OF YOU!" Crystal yelled, her face red. "Gosh, all you boys are annoying... hope the guys in 2008 aren't as bad as you two."
Back in 2008, Gaston and drove Tallulah and himself to the big mall that was local in the city. It wasn't like The Edmonton Mall in Canada, but somewhere close enough.
"Wow," Tallulah was amazed. "What's the name of this mall?"
"Emerson-Phillips mall, EMP for short." Gaston told her. "So you're new, aren't you."
"Sort of, yes." Tallulah said, getting off the vespa. "Is the pizza here?"
"No, it's inside the mall, silly." Gaston laughed. "My older brother, Art, works there. Plus also i have to harass him into letting me use his car for next Saturday."
"What's next Saturday? A party?"
"Something like that I guess. If you're still around than just go to that park we were just at. You'll see the giant balloons."
The two of them walked inside the mall and Tallulah almost passed out. The EMP Mall, later changed to Everlyons Mall in 2014, was smaller than the one in her time. It almost was the same though on the inside. The only difference was the hovering carts, hovering strollers and of course the robot vending machines that walked around to offer snacks.
"Hey, pizza's over here." Gaston took hold of her hand and guided Tallulah over to there the pizza shop was. Inside Tallulah found a taller boy than Gaston, with the same black hair and the cowlick standing up. "Art! Hey Art!"
Art turned around and in an instant he bear hugged his little brother into a huge hug, almost breaking the young and thin boys body. "Little Bro!"
"Big Bro... you're...hurting...me!" Gaston gasped through each breath he could take.
"Ops, sorry." Art said and dropped him. "What's up, Gassy?"
Tallulah laughed whilst Gaston turned pink. "Don't. Ever. Mention. That. Again." He gritted through his teeth.
"And I'm fine, just showing my new friend here the mall. Tallulah, meet Art. Art, meet Tallulah."
"Nice to meet you, little lady," Art shook her hand.
"Same to you. What's your job here?" Tallulah asked. She remembered Art telling her and Lazslo, when they were little, that he worked at this shop before it closed down for rat problems in the kitchen.
"Why I'm delivery boy. Have been since I got promoted last week, and I've been here since the week before that. My Mother is very proud of me for that."
"She's only happy because she can get her favorite food for free." Gaston laughed. "Just like when I worked at the Malt Shop, she got free ice cream sundaes. She prefers them over pizza any day.
"Well when the world ends there will be no pizza left." Art said, sadly.
"When the world ends?" Tallulah asked. "What do you mean?"
"Several years from now, on December 21, 2012, the world's going to end." Art explained. "I believe it so."
Tallulah tried to hide her laugh, but she exploded in laughter. She couldn't stop herself. Now she knows why there is a movie selection at the movie store called "Doomsday Films: 2012!" She and those close her age always thought that, that was a new genera of films. Like Romance or comedy. She understood now why everyone around her always made these "Doomsday, What A Joke!" jokes.
Moments later when she subsided her laughter, she pulled herself together. "I'm sorry... but... Doomsday? That's a joke, it won't happen."
"I'm not too sure of it," Gaston told her. "It just... doesn't make sense. If the world is going to end, than the world will end. No person can predict that."
"I'm not letting you into my Doomsday Shuttle than, Gassy." Art stated. "I've got to go back to work now, I'll see you later. Bye Gassy, by Tallulah."
"Bye." Tallulah waved as her Little-Second Cousin-In-Law/-Uncle walked away. "Doomsday, that's a joke."
"Whatever. Let's just get the pizza and eat." Gaston stated.
I dedicate this chapter to today's date: December 22, 2012. If you're all still alive can you review this? Thank you.