A while before dawn of February 9th, Poindexter arrived as already planned to the beige and white doublewide home of the Coyote Family on 8th street southwest of Vaughn...It was about 24 degrees that morning, however, nowhere near as cold as the 16 degree or so temperatures they had yesterday morning. As Poindexter has previously informed the family, everyone had to arrive early in the morning if they were going to be admitted to the ...It's a highly classified restricted area, so that was the way the arrangements were made. "Are we gonna see a real Martian", 8 year old Clarence asked. "Well, we don't know if he's from Mars, young Clarence", Poindexter Fox replied. "We just know he not from this world". "Gee, Clarence. Not every extraterrestrial being is from Mars, you know", 14 year old older brother Jack taunted. "I didn't saaaay it was", Clarence replied. "Boys will be boys", 12 year old sister Rhonda chuckled. "Okay, cubs", Mama Alice repemanded the cubs. "Poindexter is nice enough to treat us to something special today. Let's don't act like jerks". "Oh, that's okay, Mrs Alice", Poindexter said. "They're still just cubs". "Well, yeah, Poindexter", Charley mentioned. "But we still try to raise the cubs to know better". "You're welcome to have breakfast with us", Alice offered Poindexter. "I don't think we have time to get breakfast going if we're going to leave on time", Charley said. "We can stop at McDonald's for breakfast in Roswell", Poindexter suggested. "Awright!", Jack exclaimed. "They got all those cool statues on the ceiling of Ronald McDonald Opossum and Birdie like they're in outer space!". "And the Fry Guys and Bergular Weasel", Rhonda added. "And they're in space ships an' space suits an' stuff!", Clarence cheered. So it was agreed that once everyone arrived to Roswell, McDonald's is where they'll have breakfast before proceeding to Roswell Air Center. Thus the Coyote Family loaded into their Honda Odyssey van, a nice looking van in dark metallic gray. https://www.google.com/search?hl=en&biw=1366&bi...: And Poindexter cranked up his car, which was a little, light blue Chevy Spark, being his car of choice being that Poindexter is frugal minded... https://www.google.com/search?hl=en&biw=1366&bi...: Of course, Clarence brought his backpack along which contained his laptop, drawing tablet, cell phone and a few other possessions. Then everyone pulled out on their way to proceed along U.S. Highway 285 on the 90 some mile trip to Roswell with Poindexter leading the way. Riding along Highway 285, the Charley and Alice had some pop tunes to enjoy coming in on the premium audio system, with it's 11 speakers, of that Honda Odyssey van. __________________________________________________ Throughout this story, multiple links to songs are being set up. That is because Youtube is aggressively shutting down accounts that have music videos. So in case you click a link and get their notice like shown below, there are two other links to the same song;
I link to BitChute when possible; __________________________________________________ Felix Palmqvist & ToWonder - Think of Me (Lyrics / Lyric Video) ft. Loé https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYI5l_Phq-w https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SU9K9pTMs4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-9R1REOtwo Bruno Mars - That’s What I Like https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMivT7MJ41M https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WeTV9ad1sP0 https://www.bitchute.com/video/r1UV3K3l9zFi/ On the other paw, Poindexter Fox listened to early morning, talk show hosts and callers on his car radio on the way to Roswell. Halfway to Roswell, the night sky gradually got lighter off to the left, followed shortly thereafter by the rising of the sun at dawn. It was not very long past 7:00 am when they arrived to Roswell, where Poindexter Fox pulled into the McDonald's, followed by the family in their Honda van. While there, the cubs were fascinated as usual by the life size Ronald McDonaldland characters in the outer space theme as everyone took time out to relax having breakfast. One time during breakfast, Clarence slipped up and said out loud, "We're gonna see a Martian". "Not all extraterrestrials are Martians, Clarence", Older brother, Jack, reminded Clarence. Poindester Fox was quick to remind the cubs, "This has to be kept low profile". Daddy Charley then told the cubs in a low hush tone, "Poindexter made arrangements for us to have permission to enter a classified location. You don't need to advertise it to everyone in this restaurant". A while later, Poindexter made the observation, "It's getting past 8:00 am. This is close to the time window I agreed with Major General Richard Bear for us to be permitted to enter the location". "You mean where the stranger...", Clarence began to exclaim. "AHHH!", Mama Alice interrupted Clarence. "Clarence", Poindexter Fox called Clarence down. "Remember what I've taught you, Clarence", Charley said. "Make sure your brain is in gear before engauging your mouth". "Oh...Okay, Dad", Clarence said as Clarence and the family began to leave the McDonald's to proceed to their vehicles. Once in the van, Mama reminded the cubs, "Make sure you all have your seat belts on". After everyone was buckled in, Poindexter got into his car and led the way to the entry gate of the National Guard section of RIAC. Along the way, a rather old song the cubs like, Fireflies, by Owl City, played on the van's premium sound system https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U1TbKOdekw8 https://www.bitchute.com/video/EN3BlclydHLx/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzv84HGf-Iw "Wow. That's an oldie, I bet ya", "Jack exclaimed. "Haven't heard that one in a while", Clarence added. Although the song was only nine years old, to cubs ranging in ages from 8 to 14, a nine year old song does seem like an 'oldie'. The radio station then followed up with sort of a rave version; https://www.bitchute.com/video/xhixp5U9cAs/ "This version has some kick to it", Rhonda said of the revised version. As they neared RIAC, the cubs expressed their excitement of getting to see a real live...or rather dead...extraterrestrial. Of course, Clarence still kept calling it a Martian. Upon arrival to the gate, the two German Shepard guards greeted Poindexter with the usual, "Good morning, Mr. Poindexter Fox", then said, "Have a nice day" as a guard waved him to proceed through. "I have some guests in the van behind me", Poindexter then informed the guards. "Major General Bear has arranged authorization for them to see the stranger from Hanger 84". "The Hanger 84 corps?!", one of the guards exclaimed. "Well...then we need to have you all park over to the side lot in come inside while I call the general to verify that". Thus, Poindexter parked his little Chevy Spark to the side lot as a guard motioned Charley to park the family van along side where Poindexter had parked. Poindexter Fox came up to the driver's window of the family van and told Charley, "They need us to come inside while they verify authorization for you all". And they will have to issue you a vehicle pass, and temporary badges to get into the lab complex". "Like the badge you have?", Clarence asked Poindexter. "Awright!". "Oh, definitely not. You need security clearances to get a badge like mine", young Clarence", Poindexter replied. "Mine has a read strip to gain me access to work in restricted areas. They don't issue just anyone that kind of badge". As everyone entered the cool air conditioned reception building, one of guards was already on the phone with Major General Bear, and saying, "...They're with Poindexter Fox, Sir. Poindexter said you granted authorization for them to visit, of all places...the Hanger 84 corpse". Then the guard began answering, "Oh! Yes, Sir!...We were not told, Sir...Right away, Sir...Yes, Sir". Then after listening to Major General Bear a few more seconds, the guard then replied, "We'll do. Sir. Have a good day, Sir". After hanging up the phone, the guard said, "Major General Bear did affirm he has granted authorization for admission to restricted. But first we need to print up a temporary pass for the van". Of course, Poindexter's car already has a 'Civilian Employee' sticker affixed to the lower corner of the windshield. Once the pass was printed up, the German Shepard guard told Charley Coyote, "This must remain visible in the windshield until you leave today...and especially if you are going to be admitted to the lab complex area". Then the five temporary clip-on badges were printed up, which were made of card stock. Each member of the family was issued one. "You need to wear these at all times until you leave...They simply clip onto your fur hairs", the guard said. "Printed on the reverse side is the phone number of General Bear's staff. If you encounter any problems, have them call that number...And when you get to the lab complex, you need to turn off any cell phones you have. And one more thing...Taking pictures is strictly prohibited. No pictures". "I take it we're ready to be on our way", Poindexter then said to the guard. "You're all clear to go, Mr. Poindexter", the guard replied, then apologized, "We're sorry for any inconvience". "No need to be, Mr. Roger. With threat levels being what they are today, we all do need to practice good securtiy measures", Poindexter affirmed as he and the family left to go to their vehicles". Once the family returned to the van, Charley turned off his cell phone, and reminded Clarence to get his cell phone from his backpack and turn it off...Those were the only two cell phones the family had with them on that trip. Poindexter proceeded in his Chevy Spark to the gate, and the other guard at the gate waved him through, and said, "Have a nice day, Mr Poindexter". "And a good day to you, Mr. Andrew", Poindexter replied as he drove through. Then the guard waved the family van to proceed through, greeting the family, "Have a nice day. Enjoy your visit". "We will", Charley replied as he slowly drove by. "Thank you", Alice called. Then Poindexter led the way through the National Guard installation, with the family following behind, to the lab complex where he and his fellow scientists work. Within several minutes, Poindexter Fox and the Coyote Family arrived to the lab complex. Poindexter told Charley, "Wait in your van for a minute. I need to let everyone know you all are coming in so we can place tarps over projects that are classified". "Why do they gotta do that", Clarence asked. "Because some of those things they're working on are secret", Alice answered her son. "We're not suppose to see them", Charley added. Moments later, Poindexter came back from the laboratory and said, "It's clear for you all to come in now". As the family members were getting out of the van, Poindexter reminded them, "Now if someone here tells you to do something, or not to do something, it's for a good reason...Remember, you all are here under my security clearance". On the way from the vehicles to the lab building, Clarence noticed over on a lawn near another building, a silver coloured, gleaming metal, pod shaped craft with four shock absorbing legs and a sliding door which was open. "What is that thing", Clarence asked Poindexter, referring to the craft. "I'm not allowed to tell you. It's classified", Poindexter answered. "What you do need to know about it though, it's very important you all stay away from it". "That's good enough for me", said Charley. Then Charley told the cubs, "You hear what Poindexter is telling you?". "Definitely leave that thing alone", Poindexter affirmed to the cubs. Once inside the laboratory building, Poindexter introduced the family to his fellow scientists. "What you are about to see is what only very few animals ever get the chance to see", a young scientist, Larry Panda, told the Cyote Family. "We're waiting on Rodregus Coatimundi to get here with the keys", said scientist Paula Raccoon. "Here he is", Larry Panda said as Rodregus approached with the keys. "You come to see the Hanger 84 stranger", Rodregus Coatimundi said with a smile, as he lifted a concealed an iron door in the wooden floor, which revealed a locked door under the floor. Once Rodregus unlocked the large disk lock off the iron door, it took the efforts of several scientists to lift the heavy door...And behold was an underground catacomb beneath the lab building. Poindexter Fox, Rodregus Coatimundi and Larry Panda accompanied the Coyote Family down the stone carved staircase leading deep into the catacomb. "This looks spooky", older brother, Jack Coyote, said as everyone proceeded down a long dimly lit hallway. Rodregus Coatimundi, being the jovial fun loving type, said, "Boooowoooo". "AHHH!", sister, Rhonda let out with a short scream, as everyone laughed. "Oh, that's Rodregus playing around", said Poindexter. "Wow...He had me thinking it was the ghost of the Hanger 84 stranger", said Rhonda. After several minutes of walking down the hallway, everyone arrived to a large underground room. "There it is", Larry Panda said. In a large glass cylinder, laid the body of a four and a half foot high animal like creature that didn't really look like any species on Earth, and was kept preserved by attached equipment. "Oh wow! A real live Martian!", Clarence exclaimed. "No one knows if it's from Mars. And it's dead. Not real live", Jack corrected his younger brother. "All the depictions we ever saw of the extraterrestrials had an oversized balloon shaped head", Charley mentioned."Not anything like the stranger here". "And with big bug eyes and an itsy bitsy mouth", Rhonda added. "And no tail". Contrary to public fanfare, the creature looked a lot like the character, Honk, from the 1975, cubs show series, Far Out Space Nuts...except without that horn on the head like the character had.
https://youtu.be/SgvYgobd17w?t=422 "Your thinking of those fakes the museum in town has", Larry Panda replied to Charley and Rhonda. "What's here is the real thing." "We've never known any different all these years", Alice replied. "The creature was moved to this catacomb when the air base shut down in 1967 to became a salvage and rehab center for airplanes", Poindexter Fox added. "Stewart Industries operates out of Hanger 84 now days". "The public...Ha...I have to laugh at them", Said Rodregus Coatimundi. "They pay good money to go and see a fake, and believing it's real. Oh boy, they eat it up like fishes eating up hooks, lines and sinkers". "Not to even mention how the public started calling Hanger 84 'Area 51' over the years", Larry Panda mentioned. "Area 51 is in Nevada, and had nothing to do with the spaceship crash of '47". "I have to be honest. Until not long ago, I thought Area 51 was here at Roswell", Charley Coyote said. "I use to think that too", Alice added. "And I was born in New Mexico and lived in Vaughn all my life". Charley and Alice, and especially the cubs, were fascinated by the extraterrestrial as they continued viewing the corpse in awe. "Aw, he looks pretty...I can tell he's a boy", Rhonda said, noticing the creature's genitalia. "Yes, he is a male", Larry Panda replied. After viewing the creature for a while, Poindexter made it clear, especially to the cubs who like to 'share-n-tell' at school, "No one is to mention anything about this to anyone. This is a highly classified restricted area, and the other scientists and myself had to go to great lengths to get permission for you all to be down here". "Jack, Rhonda, Clarence. You hear that, don't you?" Charley addressed the cubs. "You don't go blabbing this to your friends". "We were given a special privilege to see this", Alice told the cubs. "Let's keep it that way". Everyone then went topside back into the laboratory, after which, Rodregus Coatimundi closed the heavy iron door with the help of other scientists, then locked it, and closed the door that made up part of the wood floor of the laboratory. Before the family would call it a day, Poindexter and the other scientists agreed to let the cubs see some of the "cool stuff" at the lab...But not the classified stuff that had the tarps over them. Poindexter made it clear to the family. "If any of us catch any of the cubs peeking under any of the tarps, we are going to have to tell you to leave". "You hear that?", Alice affirmed to the cubs as the cubs acknowledged. "Leave the tarps alone". During the tour of the lab, the cubs were allowed to occasionally go outside to play for a bit, but it was also made clear not to wander off away from the laboratory. Clarence was still curious about that craft that Poindexter had earlier said to stay from. So unbeknownst to any one, Clarence slipped out for a closer look...The exterior of the craft looked really simple, but from a look through the open door, Clarence could see the interior was quite complicated. Clarence knew taking pictures was against the rules of the facility...But what about setting up the laptop and drawing tablet and drawing it from what you see?..Clarence thought that was a marvelous idea, so he went to the van, fetched his backpack containing his laptop and tablet, then returned to the "forbidden craft". "Wow! Coooool", Clarence said in awe as he climbed into the craft to begin to get set up to draw artwork of it's interior. Inside the rear of the craft (across from it's door) was a semicircle bench seat fitting the contour of the craft's 14 foot diameter circular shape...It looked like it could seat at least seven occupants. What was obviously the operator's place at the center of that long curved bench seat had a control console on each side with controls tilted in toward where the operator would sit. The craft had no windows...Just that one sliding door. From floor to ceiling inside the craft was just high enough that an average height adult could walk hunched over. "Wow. What can that be?", Clarence muttered as he gazed at an 18 inch diameter column that ran from the floor to the ceiling, dead center of the craft. The top and bottom 14 inches of the column was gleaming metal with the mid portion being a thick glass. With everyone still unaware that Clarence was messing around inside the craft, Clarence took a seat between the control consoles, then prepared to draw what he saw. When Clarence placed his drawing tablet down on the control console to his right, the corner of the tablet bumped a rocker switch. "Wooaaah", Clarence said in amazement as a four inch wide, lime green beam of light lit up brightly down the center inside the glass of the column. Then horizontal aqua rings of light, surrounding the center light beam, began racing downward inside the column, as other aqua rings of light raced upward as the rings rapidly passed through each other. "This is so cool", said Clarence. "I bet I can draw that". Shortly after Clarence began to create an image on his laptop of "the cool lights in the column", a grid map appeared on a screen to the right on an overhead console ahead of the operator's seat where Clarence sat. Near the screen displaying the map were four analog dials for X, Y, Z, and Wide/Zoom. Upon playing with the dials, Clarence found out he can go anywhere on the map he wanted. "Cool", Clarence said as he widened the view enough to where the screen mapped out the solar system. "Now where is our world?", Clarence said as he had difficulty finding Earth as he was zooming it back in...But Clarence did find Earth on the screen again. Clarence got New Mexico zoomed in on the map again, and then zoomed in on his hometown of Vaughn. Clarence then zoomed it more to where he could work the X and Y coordinate locator dials to pretend he was driving down Highway 54 by following it on the map screen. Clarence imitated car noises, "Baroooom errrrp barooooom", as he panned Highway 54 along on the grid locator. By the time Clarence panned down Highway 54 on the coordinate grid locator to a point halfway between Vaughn and Duran, his attention was distracted to several series of long correlated numbers, divided by letters, lit up to the right on one of the overhead consoles. The long readouts were in red, L.E.D. display for the numbers, and in white, L.E.D. dot matrix display for the letters...None of the read out was in the present day liquid crystal display. The readout on top was labeled "Destination Time", and read; YBC04973265M02D09H10M27S24.0036MT D09H17M27S24.0036GMT The word "Assigned" displayed over YBC04973265 . And "Default" displayed over M02 , D09 , H10M27 and S24.0036 . The readout below that was labeled "Departure Time", and read; YAD00002018M02D09H10M27S24.0036MT D09H17M27S24.0036GMT The bottom readout was labeled "Present Time", and read; YAD00002018M02D09H10M23S56.1085MT D09H17M23S56.1085GMT It was going on 10:24 in the morning when Clarence noticed on the "present time" display, the last four digits to the left of "MT" and the last four to the left of "GMT" whizzed as a blur, as each single digit left of the decimal points increased at one second intervals, and the digit to the right of that changed to a higher number every ten seconds. "Hmm. Looks like it's counting something", Clarence muttered. On the control console left of the driver's seat, is a big red button, labeled "Drive Mode"... The time was now 10:26 and 41 seconds. And as usual, the "Departure Time" readout would continuously keep resetting itself every three hours as long as no control commands were initiated to set the machine into motion...The departure time of 10:27 AM and 24 seconds was due to automatically reset to 1:27 PM and 24 seconds within 43 seconds ( H10 changing to H13 ). ...Everything would have been okay had Clarence not gotten curious and left everything alone...However, it was at 10:27 AM and 6 seconds when temptation prompted him to press that big, red, drive mode button on the left console. Suddenly, the machine's door slid closed and latched shut, and an amber L.E.D. dot matrix display on the overhead console flashed "DRIVE MODE ENGAGED", accompanied with the sound >deet deet deet deet deet.....<. "GET ME OUT OF HERE!", Clarence cried. Then there was a pulsating buzzing sound as it felt like the machine lurched skyward. About 18 seconds after Clarence pushed that button, a sonic >BOOM< can be heard coming from outside at the moment the "present time" display caught up with the "departure time" display. Images of past events began to show from most recent to further in the distant past. What seemed like less than a minute since the craft took off, there was smoke emitting from behind a couple of access panels. On the overhead console, an amber L.E.D. dot matrix display flashed the word "ABORT" as an alarm sounded >DAAAC - DAAAC - DAAAC - DAAAC - DAAAC.....<. At this point, it was getting really scary. "I gotta get out!", Clarence thought. Clarence noticed a pull lever on the ceiling of the craft that was labeled "Emergency Door Release"...But he also noticed another label that read "Warning. Do not deploy emergency door release during transit. Doing so will result in destruction to machine and death of occupants"...Thus Clarence left the emergency door release lever alone. The amber L.E.D. dot matrix display on the overhead console then flashed alternately between "EMERGENCY MODE" and "Assigned Destination Override in Progress". The machine's computer systems, now in emergency mode, had to over ride the destination setting from; YBC04973265M02D09H10M27S24.0036MT D09H16M27S24.0036GMT ...to a more recent; YAD00001960M02D09H10M27S24.0036MT D09H16M27S24.0036GMT changing the assigned selection for the year, but leaving the other defaulted settings for month, day, hour, minutes and seconds remaining the same. Then another sonic >BOOM< could be heard from outside as it felt like the machine descending to land...The machine then touched down, then the door opened. Clarence could see the machine had landed out in rural desert, and it was cold, windy and raining with occasional ice pellets outside. The machine's correlated numbers on the overhead console now read different; Both "Destination Time" and "Departure Time" now read; Y##--------M--D--H--M--S--.----MT D--H--M--S--.----GMT . "Present Time" however displayed a readout of; YAD00001960M02D09H10M27S24.0036MT D09H16M27S24.0036GMT , with the decimal portions of the seconds in a blur, the single digits left of the decimal points increasing each second, and the digits left of that increasing every ten seconds...although Clarence had no idea what that all meant. After the rain had let up a bit, Clarence grabbed his backpack and ventured out of the machine, not recognizing where he was at, and wondering how far from Roswell the machine had taken him. Clarence found out the machine had landed near a rock formation, and that there was a lone, rural, 2 lane, highway several hundred feet away from where the machine landed. Fortunately, the machine had landed far enough behind the rock formation to be completely out of view from the highway. Clarence got his phone from his backpack and tried to phone his parents, only for the phone to beep >de de doot< and the display "Service unavailable". The cellphone would then read, "Searching for signal"...The phone still gave a date read out of 02/09/2018, and a time read out of 10:31am though, only because that's encrypted in the phone itself...Clarence tried again to call his parents. The phone would still beep >de de doot< and display "Service unavailable"...then "Searching for signal"...Clarence proceeded toward the highway as the wind and cold icy rain then started picking back up again. Once Clarence got to the shoulder of the lone desert highway, he stood in the cold wind and rain, looking down the straight away, which ran in both directions to the horizon as far as the eye can see. Off to the right Clarence could barely see way off in a distance what he thought might be the headlights of a car approaching from the north several miles away. As the car eventually got closer, Clarence could tell the car was approaching at a very high rate of speed. Clarence continued to stand in the cold wind and rain as he watched the car approach closer and closer. Then, within a second or two of the car approaching close enough to tell it was a big shiny black car with tail fins, it zoomed by incredibly fast, at which time Clarence saw the car's brake lights come on as the car began to slow down. https://youtu.be/q9rHA-1BiCQ?t=385 Clarence was so happy to see those brake lights light up. Once the car was almost to a stop about 700 feet past where Clarence was standing in the cold rain, the car made a "U" turn and came back up the highway. Then the car, a shiny gloss black, Chrysler 300 F, with it's tail fins, "300F" medallions and boomerang style tail lights, pulled up beside Clarence.
https://www.google.com/search?hl=en&biw=1366&bi...: The front passenger's side power window rolled down, then a mother coyote with her 6 year old daughter sitting on her lap, said to Clarence, "Come on in out of this rain". The dad called out across from the driver's seat, "Do you need a ride into town? We're headed back home to Duran". "Yes...Yes I do please", Clarence answered as he stood there in the wind, cold and rain soaked. "Come on in", Daddy Coyote said as he opened the driver's door and stepped out into the cold wind and rain and swiveled the driver's seat outward with the back of the seat pulled forward to let Clarence in the back seat (car being a 2 door). Clarence wasted no time coming onto the rain covered pavement and around to the driver's side of the car where Al had the door open for him. Clarence was sure glad to get into the car where it was dry, and the car's heater running for warmth... After Al got back into the car, it didn't take long for Clarence and the family to get acquainted. "I'm Al, and this is my wife, Marge", Dad said to Clarence as he pulled the driver's door shut. "Hello", Marge greeted Clarence as she raised the car's power widow back up. "And what might your name be, little fella?". "Clarence", Clarence replied as he placed his backpack on the rear part of the console between the rear seats. "I'm Rex", said 8 year old Rex, whom Clarence was sharing the left back seat with. "Hey there, Buddy. I'm Jed", 10 year Jed, sitting on the right, greeted Clarence. "And this is Donna", Marge said. "Hi there", Donna said and waved from on Mom's lap. Seating in that Chrysler 300 was four individual sport seats (the two front seats can swivel facing outward for ease of entry and exit). https://youtu.be/q9rHA-1BiCQ?t=130 Jed and Rex always sits on the rear seats and Donna, sits on Mom's lap. Clarence, sharing a back seat with Rex, began to fumble about looking for a seat belt. "What are you doing?", Rex asked Clarence. "I can't find the seat belt", Clarence answered as he noticed no one else was wearing a seat belt either. Al laughed, and replied, "Seat belt? You have a good sense of humor, Clarence. I like that". "Sounds like Clarence is gettin' ready to go to the car races", Jed jested. "Well, this is high performance car...I have to say that seat belt gag is the best one I've heard all day", Al chuckled, as everyone thought Clarence was joking about 'looking for a seat belt'. As everyone got settled in the car, Clarence then realized the car didn't have seat belts...The family's Chrysler was obviously built during a time before cars were equipped with seat belts. "You'll make a good comedian someday, like 'Red Skeleton' Badger, or 'Groutcho Max' Otter", Marge assured Clarence with a smile, as Al pushed the 'Selsct-o-matic' transmission button on the dash for "drive" and turned the car back around toward Duran. There was presently no ice formation on the road, so Al floored the accelerator, and got the car up to high speed in almost no time at all. https://youtu.be/qF4NBiJpIfg?t=40
https://youtu.be/q9rHA-1BiCQ?t=89 Clarence thought to himself, "Wow! This car takes off like a rocket on steroids". A Hank Wolf song played softly on the car's radio as they cruised along the highway. (irl; Hank Williams - We Live in Two Different Worlds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYphbuobAqE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CVlnF5lGeE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRPjFSEjKSQ The highways were made for speed and you'd go for a while before you saw another car, thus Al Coyote would cruise that high performance Chrysler along at speeds near 100 mph...A few times in the past, Al has had the car topped out at about 145. "What brings you way out here in this kind of weather anyway, Clarence?", Al asked while cruising along at the high speed Al usually drives. "Something weird happened", Clarence began to explain. "I was in Roswell, and...". "Clarence, you didn't run away from home, did you?", Marge asked. "Oh no. Nothing like that", Clarence answered. "Where do you think he's from?" Marge asked Al. "I couldn't begin to guess", Al replied. "I'm from Vaughn, New Mexico", Clarence interjected, then asked, "Do ya know where that's at?". "That's ten miles north of here", Al answered as they continued speeding south on the way to Duran. At one point, Marge asked Clarence if he was an orphan coyote cub, or simply ran away. "I'm not an orphan. My mom and dad and my brother and sister are in Roswell right now...A flying machine took me out here", Clarence explained. "What?", Al retorted as he began to wonder. "You mean in a helicopter?", Jed interrupted. "Hold up, Jed", Al told his oldest son. "No one would drop a cub off out here in this weather", Marge mentioned. "The machine flew itself", Clarence exclaimed. "That don't make sense", Al replied. "Even if such a craft did exist, it would be tested out at Groom Lake, not at Roswell". The high rpm of the car's powerful motor, the heater fan, car radio and windshield wiper tempo seemed to keep a coordinated rhythm as the car sped along the highway, while Al and Marge discussed what to do about what they perceived as Clarence being a stray cub. Marge then asked, "Clarence. If we take you to Roswell right now, can you find where your parents are?". "I think so", Clarence answered. "We can go to Corona, then go over on 247 to 285 to Roswell", Al suggested. "That is if Clarence is being on the level with us", Marge agreed. Clarence took notice of how immaculate and pristine Al and Marge's Chrysler was, which from the size and style of the car, Clarence knew there was no way it could have been a 21st century model. Eventually, Clarence inquired, "This is nice for such an old car. Mind if I ask how old it is?". "We bought this car brand new last month", Marge Coyote answered Clarence. "Just before New Year's Day to be exact ...This is by no means an old car", Al added. "We paid $4,700 for it". "An that was with the trade in of our old car", Marge mentioned. It then dawned on Clarence, if Al and Marge's car, big with the fins and all, is brand new...then what if that 'flying machine' is a time travel machine? And that he obviously traveled back in time. Clarence, still not yet knowing the model year of the car, started to explain what had happened back at the lab complex in Roswell. "I got into this thing that looks like a space ship", Clarence tried to tell the family. "I pushed a button and the door closed with me in it. And it started smoking. Then it landed behind some rocks where you picked me up. I think it took me back in time from 2018". "2018?", Rex retorted. "Are you sure you're okay", Al asked Clarence. "What's he talking about, Dad?", Jed asked. "I don't know", Al replied to his older son. "First it was race car seat belts, now this". Rex even got scared, asking, "Mom. Dad. Is this cub nuts?". "Go back and have a look!", Clarence retorted. "I think it's still there! You'll see it! It's behind some big rocks!". "Well?...Al?", Marge asked, as Al began wondering what to do. "Alright then", Al said. "I guess if I shrug this off like it was nothing, it wouldn't be in keeping with my profession as a scientist". "So we're gonna check it out?, Rex asked. "Yeah", Al briefly replied to his younger son as he began slowing the car down. With the home community of Duran barely in sight a mile away, Al did agree to turn the car around and go back to have Clarence show them the craft he was talking about...By then, the next song on the radio had recently started, which was even back then an old song by Hurley Betterson Mongoose. (irl; Huddie "Leadbelly" Ledbetter - Midnight Special) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hNNYeTOofQ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrdioqIMtpY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u89RuATxUMw Back at the roadside where the family picked Clarence up, Al pulled over and stopped the car...The radio was playing a Pepsi Cola commercial during a station break when Al shut the motor off. https://youtu.be/h3rq6GePQRY?t=22 Then everyone braved the wind, a light rain and the cold, as they left the comfort of their warm dry Chrysler to follow Clarence to see the machine...Upon walking past the front of the car was also the moment that Clarence noticed the New Mexico license tag on the car was red with amber yellow print, and not the turquoise with light yellow print he had been use to seeing. It was a walk of not more than several hundred feet to around behind the rock formation, and there it was...Everyone was surprised almost beyond belief when they saw the strange craft sitting where it had landed behind the rock formation off the highway. "Well I'll be", Al exclaimed. "If I had not seen it, I never would have believed it". "That's what I was tryin' to tell ya", said Clarence. "Is it a for real flying saucer. Dad?", Jed asked. "Like the one you said crashed in Corona when you and Mom were teenagers?". "I don't believe so, Son. But it sure doesn't look fake anyway", Al answered Jed. "It's not a flying saucer" Clarence added. "I think it musta took me back in time or something". "You've made mention about back in time?", Al questioned Clarence. '"How do you figure that?". "Your car ya say is new". said Clarence. "They didn't make no more cars like the one ya have when I was born". "Wow!", Al exclaimed. "I have to say...I've never seen anything like this before", Marge mentioned. Light rain continued to fall as cold wind gusts flared up. When everyone heard a semi truck traveling northbound go by, Al mentioned, "I'm just glad this thing can't be seen from the highway". Al then walked up to the craft and looked in through the doorway. "It smells like there was smoke from an electrical fire in here" Al observed. "Al, please be careful. We still don't know what that thing is", Marge advised her husband. "Clarence. Where you came from, have you ever heard anyone mentioning what this thing is?", Al asked as he stepped back away from the craft. "At Roswell, they said it was classified", Clarence answered. "But I'm thinking it has to be some kinda time machine". "Al. Do you think some of the other scientists where you work could verify what Clarence says it is?" Marge asked. "I'd like for Poindexter and a few others I know and can trust to have a look at it", Al answered. "A fox who my mom and dad knows is named Poindexter", Clarence mentioned. "Speak about coincidence", Marge replied. "The Poindexter we know is also a fox". "Well. We might as well go", Al said. "There's nothing more we can do out in this weather, anyway". "Except catch distemper", Marge jested. Once everyone got back in the car where it was warm and dry, it was agreed by Al and Marge to go straight on out to the Horizon Innovations Group laboratory and research complex where Al works, which back then was off of Route 60, a little more than 20 miles west of Vaughn, to see Poindexter Fox about the machine. The car's radio softly played Tumbling Tumbleweeds as they headed northeast on Highway 54 on the way to the lab complex. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mH0-leTYJI https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAVqHIprxZE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLBgr6rHi4o On the way north along Highway 54, the sounds of the speeding car's motor, heater fan, radio and tempo of the windshield wipers seemed to be interrupted when Al asked Clarence, "Clarence. Do you know what year this is?". "I first thought this was 2018", Clarence timidly answered, welling up with tears, then asked, "But I guess it's something like nineteen ninety something, ain't it?". "This is 1960", Al Coyote replied as he was driving along. "February 9th". It hit Clarence like a ton of bricks, this was a day and time long before his parents were even born. It being 1960 became even more so apparent to Clarence when they met a blue and white 1957 Pontiac Chieftain, looking like new, traveling at high speed in the opposite direction. https://youtu.be/XYf3LNB9eeQ?t=457 Three minutes later, they met a rose colour 1960 Lincoln Premier, which was at that time a brand new car. https://youtu.be/b2unkX3Eggw?t=27 Shortly thereafter, they passed that semi rig they heard go by earlier at the landing site...a 1953 International R-165 pulling a stainless steel box trailer...looking like new. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Harvester_R... As they turned off Highway 54 onto Highway 60, south of Vaughn (which was a simple "T" intersection back in the day), then passed over a railroad crossing, on the way to the lab complex, the rain picked up some. Al Coyote lit up a cigarette as the next song played low on the car radio. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zRIHqlycss https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U4HypRxLcmM Al was a smoker, and always kept a pack of Chesterfields tucked in the ashtray on the console of the car.
https://youtu.be/dFQhStbKQ3o?t=54 As Al let the driver's window down a couple of inches to draw most of the cigarette smoke out of the car, he asked Clarence, "Do you know if you're able to get back home in that machine?". "I don't know how it works", Clarence answered. After taking a drag off the Chesterfield, Al replied, "It sounds like you came here by accident". "I think you played around with something you should have left alone", Marge told Clarence. Clarence sighed, then timidly replied, "I guess so". "It doesn't look there was any guess about it", Al added. Not long before nearing the city of Encino, they came into an area of some heavier rainfall.
Upon arrival to the Horizon Innovations Lab Complex, the rain had begun to pour down really heavy. As Daddy Al pulled maneuvered the car into a parking spot, Mama Marge told the cubs, "Anything about that machine we saw, or Clarence being from the future, You let your dad and I do the talking...Okay?". "That's right", Al added as the cubs acknowledged. The rain wasn't letting up, so Al mentioned, "We might as well make a break for it. It doesn't appear to slowing down anytime soon". Clarence grabbed up his backpack just as everyone made a run for it, braving the cold wind and rain, dashing from the car to the laboratory building...Al wasted no time entering his access code number on the security keypad at the door to gain access inside the building where it would be warm and dry. Once inside, dripping wet from the rain, Al and Marge introduced Clarence to a fellow scientist, Poindexter Fox, age 33. "Happy to make your acquaintance, young Clarence", Poindexter greeted Clarence. "And how are these other fine cubs doing today", Poindexter then asked the other cubs. "Wet, but doing swell!", Rex exclaimed as older brother Jed gave a thumbs up. Donna replied daintily, "Doing okay, thank you...other than being all soggy wet". "I must say. It is raining really hard out there right now", Poindexter mentioned as he glanced at a window. "You could have left that in the car", Al said to Clarence, referring to dripping wet backpack. Then Al Coyote said to Poindexter Fox, "I need to have us talk to you in private". "Sure. What's on your mind, Mr. Al", Poindexter replied as they went to a secluded area of the lab. Then Al asked Poindexter, "Who all do we know we can trust to keep something secret?...regardless how incredible it is?...I do know Harold Wolf will". "I know Woodrow Raccoon can be trusted", Poindexter answered, then asked Al, "What is this incredible thing you're speaking of". "We saw what we think might be a time travel craft landed just off of Highway 54 a while ago...five or six miles south of Vaughn", Al explained. "Clarence seemed to have arrived in it from 58 years in the future". "Al?...Have you been working too hard?", Poindexter jested. "I saw it too", Marge affirmed. "We all did". "I even had a look inside", Al said as the cubs also agreed. Poindexter knew Al and Marge well enough to know that if Al or Marge were joking, they would not continue with it this far. So Poindexter listened as Al and Marge described the events that took place off of that Highway 54 roadside a while earlier. "It has been an accepted theory since 1946 that travel through time is not an impossibility", Poindexter mentioned. "But no one has ever known how it can be done". During the discussion about the time machine, Clarence wondered if Poindexter could be the same Fox who would later become acquainted with Clarence's mom and dad about 50 years later...He even had the same style glasses and demeanor...However, at age 33, Poindexter looked different, thus, Clarence felt like it was only coincidence, and wasn't the same fox he had known since he was a toddler. "I've known Greg Otter for a long time. I can trust him", Al told Poindexter. "Mr. Lenard Wolverine is loyal at honoring secrets", said Poindexter. "I'm comfortable with him coming along with us". "And Johnny Ferret. I know he can be trusted", Al added. "Yes, him too. But Mr. Johnny has the day off today", Poindexter replied. Poindexter and Al then walked around the laboratory, locating the scientists they know they can trust, and asked them to come over to where Marge and the cubs are. After the three other scientists had gathered with the others, Al and Marge introduced Clarence to Woodrow, Greg and Lenard...Then Poindexter told the scientists what Al and Marge had previously mentioned about the events off of Highway 54. "Al, are you sure it's not a weather balloon you all saw?" Harold Wolf, a gray muzzle close to age 70, asked. "I know what I saw, Harold, and it's no weather balloon", Al answered. "I came from 2018 in it", Clarence exclaimed. "This thing is like nothing anyone has ever seen", Marge affirmed. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?", Lenard Wolverine, age 64, asked Harold Wolf. "I'd like to get out there and find out", Harold Wolf answered. "I got something here", Clarence proclaimed as he began to pull his laptop out of his backpack". Poindexter recognizing the laptop as something no one has ever seen before, instructed Clarence to leave it in the backpack. Woodrow Raccoon, age 59, also saw the laptop and told Clarence, "For Heaven sakes. Don't let anyone in here see that". Clarence then noticed his temporary badge was still in his backpack for admission to see the extraterrestrial corps at Roswell. "I forgot I had this", Clarence said as he gave it to Al. Al looked at it, then gave it to Harold Wolf, who began to read it, then said, "Roswell International Air Center?...Never heard of them", "Nor have I", Woodrow Raccoon affirmed. "It's where the air force base closed down in Roswell", Clarence said to everyone's surprise. "My dad told me there was an Air Force base there at one time...told me in 2018 anyway". "The air base is still there", Greg Otter, age 51, replied. "That sounded like Walker Air Force Base will face a closure sometime in the future", Harold Wolf said, then continued to read the pass, "Friday, February 9th...Today's Tuesday...Two thousand eighteen". "I see a phone number on the back", Greg Otter told Harold Wolf. "I Guess I can give it a try", Harold said as he reached over and grabbed a nearby land line phone on a work table. "No buttons?", Clarence asked. "Buttons?", Woodrow Raccoon replied. "For the phone", Clarence said. "Why would a phone need buttons?", Woodrow Raccoon asked. "To make a call", Clarence answered. "This it how it's done", Harold Wolf said to Clarence as he turned the rotary dial by the finger holes in the dial disk as it made that >shwik< sound, then the dial clicking as it rotated back to start for each digit of the phone number". The female voice of a phone operator can barely be heard by the other animals standing around, "This is the operator. You've dialed a number that is currently not in use". "Well. It's a number on a pass badge I'm holding", Harold replied. "Can you read it to me, Sir, in case it was a miss dial?", the operator asked. "Sure", said Harold Wolf, then he recited 575 which was not yet a New Mexico area code in that day and time, followed by the Roswell prefix, followed by the last four of the number. "Sorry. It is an invalid number, Sir", the operator responded. "Okay. Thank you for your time", said Harold. "Thank you. Have a good day, Sir", the operator signed off. "Invalid number", Harold Wolf announced as as he hung up the phone. "All of New Mexico has a 505 area code anyway", said Woodrow Raccoon. "I have a vested interest in seeing this machine you've mentioned", Harold told Al, thinking back on a dormant project that had not yet gone beyond the drawing board. "Project Courier", Woodrow Raccoon sited. "That's the one I'm thinking of", Harold Wolf replied. "I'd like to see this rain let up some before we go back out there", Al Coyote mentioned as the weather continued to storm outside. "Oh, definitely after it slows down out there", Harold Wolf said. "We don't need to go out in that kind of weather". "I agree", Marge added. "We don't need to have these cubs catching distemper". While they were waiting for the rain to let off some, Woodrow Raccoon and Greg Otter returned to continue an experiment they had been working on before Al, Marge and the cubs showed up. Several hours later, the weather eased up to being just a light rain. That's when Woodrow Raccoon and Greg Otter came back and rejoined the group. "There's only a couple of hours of daylight left. Now is as good a time as any to head on out there", Harold Wolf told the rest of the group. With that said, Poindexter and the four other scientists secured the projects they had going, then clocked out for the day. Then everyone got into their cars and headed out to the time machine landing site, with Al Coyote leading the way.
It was raining only slightly more than a drizzle by the time Al and Marge Coyote and the cubs arrived with Poindexter Fox and the other scientists out to the Highway 54 roadside not far from where the machine was. And when the other scientists saw it, they were almost stunned beyond belief...With the exception of some technology that didn't yet exist, it was the same exact machine that the scientists had shelves full of technical drawings on. "Oh my gosh! Jumping Jupiter!...Just as I thought", Poindexter Fox exclaimed to Al. "We have plans and technical drawings to build this machine within the next ten years". "Work scheduled to be started in January of 1970 to be exact", Woodrow Raccoon added. "Project Courier...As I suspected", Harold Wolf exclaimed. "This has already been on the drawing board for quite some time" "That it is. Project Courier", Poindexter affirmed to Harold. Al Coyote, being a young scientist of age 28, and not engaged on that project, was hearing of these technical drawings for Project Courier for the first time. "So it really is a time travel machine as Clarence says it is", Al said. "Oh absolutely", Poindexter affirmed as he adjusted his round lens plastic frame glasses. "I had my doubts when you first told me about it being out here". "It's amazing", Al replied. "Strange as this may sound...This is our machine...We just haven't built it yet", Greg Otter said as he and Lenard Wolverine were walking around the machine, having a good look at it. "And it seems that Clarence Coyote traveled from the future approximately 48 years after we built...or rather, 48 years after we will build it", Woodrow Raccoon mentioned. The senior scientist at the site, Harold Wolf, then urgently got everyone's attention, and announced, "We all need to get our cars off the side of the highway, and parked back here where passing motorists can not see them". "Harold's right", Al Coyote added. "All our cars parked out there could arouse the curiosity seekers to come back here and see this machine". "Woah! We can't allow that that to happen", Woodrow Raccoon said as everyone began to walk over to get their cars parked behind the rock formation and out of view of the highway. After the everyone's cars were moved away from the view of the highway, Harold Wolf noticed Clarence's cellphone, laptop and drawing tablet from out of his backpack, then inquired as to what they were... ...Harold Wolf even noticed a date read out on Clarence's phone 02/09/2018. When Clarence explained what those things were, Harold exclaimed, "My God...I never thought in my wildest dreams we are going to have this level of technology by the 21st century". "Ha ha", Al Coyote chuckled, "I never thought in my wildest dreams I'd looking at a time travel machine...But there it is". Once there was a break in the lightly falling rain, everyone was especially amazed after Clarence obtained permission from Greg Otter to make use of the hood of his gold and white, 1959 Oldsmobile to set up his laptop and drawing tablet on, then demonstrated the laptop's paint program https://youtu.be/kJaNjUVToZg?t=65 ...Paint and Wordpad still worked, although Microsoft did not yet exist to initiate any updates. "You can actually draw on a screen with it", Woodrow Raccoon exclaimed. Clarence even let some of the scientists have a try at the drawing tablet. "I find this to be truly amazing", Poindexter said after he walked up to where the tablet and laptop were placed on the hood of the Olds', then briefly sketched an image of a Flash Gordon Gofer style rocket ship". "Surely we never grew up drawing on something like this", Woodrow Raccoon said as he himself stood beside the front of the car, and making doodles with the stylus on the drawing tablet, and seeing the image appear on the screen in colours he had selected. "One question though...What happens to your artwork when you are done?", Greg Otter asked. Clarence then grabbed a flashdrive from his backpack, then described the media and printers that the images can be saved or printed on. "Truly fantastic", Greg replied. When Clarence was explaining about the media and printers, he had momentarily left the cursor on the internet icon. Greg Otter then mentioned, "When you moved a little arrow to the lower right of the screen just now, I noticed 'Unidentified network. No network access' appeared there. What is that anyway?" Everyone was even more amazed when Clarence explained, in the future, what the internet will be. Lenard Wolverine acknowledged, "Clarence is indeed from the future...There can not be any doubt about that by now". Harold Wolf sternly advised Clarence and the Coyote Family not to bring that laptop in public. "Who ever does not yet know about this thing, do NOT tell them", Harold Wolf advised. "No doubt a toy manufacturing company would like to send someone to steal it to get patents on it...And if the government ever got to it before anyone else does...Ho boy...That thing would end up in Area 51 out at Groom Lake, Nevada.. And who knows where we would all end up". Al Coyote then reported that he had earlier smelled traces of smoke being in the craft. Upon hearing that, Harold Wolf had Lenard Wolverine and Woodrow Raccoon go inside the craft with tools and equipment to examine it for any possible damage. "Until you are sure any damages to this machine actually exist, don't touch any controls", Harold instructed Lenard and Woodrow as they climbed aboard the craft with tools and equipment. "Not planning on touching any of them anyway, Harold", Lenard Wolverine replied. Not long after Lenard and Woodrow began examining for damages, Lenard Wolverine called out from inside the time machine, "There appears to be some kind of electronic circuit panel like boards in this machine. A few of them got toasted really good". "I found two more, Lenard. These are badly burnt too", said Woodrow Raccoon. "The machine did do some smoking on my way here", Clarence acknowledged. "You've obviously fooled with something you had no understanding of", Lenard Wolverine lectured from the doorway of the machine to Clarence Coyote. "Considering a number of things that could have happened, you were very lucky". Woodrow Raccoon then pawed a burnt, 14 inch x 22 inch, circuit board from out of the machine down to Harold Wolf. "Have you ever seen technology like this before?...I know I haven't", Woodrow Raccoon asked Harold Wolf as Harold took the circuit board from Woodrow. Harold examined the circuit board for a moment, then said, "This involves technology beyond what we presently know". "Can we fix it?", Poindexter Fox asked. "We're going to try", Harold Wolf answered. "Some of it will have to involve designing and building vacuum tube assemblies in order to replace electronic panel components we're not familiar with. We can only attempt repairs to the machine with the technology we know of ". "It's going to be a monumental project", Lenard Wolverine suggested. "It will" Harold Wolf affirmed. "And Calculating how to integrate it with the remaining undamaged electronic panels could take months". Clarence asked, with a tears in his eyes, "You can fix the machine to get me home, can't you?". "We'll try our best", Woodrow Raccoon told Clarence as he held up a 12 inch x 12 inch, burnt circuit board in the doorway of the machine for Clarence to see. "But I'd like for you to have a look at what you've done to some of these electronic panels". "We'll do everything we can, Clarence", Al assured Clarence. "Don't worry, Son". Harold Wolf then assured Clarence, "We'll give it our best shot getting this machine operational again...But always remember this, Clarence. This machine is not a toy". "You're welcome to stay with us", Marge offered to Clarence. "We live in Duran, a little community south of here", Al said to Clarence. "We'd be happy to have you". "Thank you. Oh, thank you", Clarence said, accepting Al and Marge's offer. Jed, Rex and Donna were also delighted with the prospect of having a step brother staying with the family until the time machine can be repaired. After Lenard Wolverine and Woodrow Raccoon climbed back down out of the machine, Lenard got a tape measure from inside his car, a copper colour, 1959 Buick Invicta, and had Greg Otter assist him in taking measurements of the machine. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1z4VvsWdZU That was also when Harold Wolf mentioned, "Leaving the door open for rain to get in this machine isn't doing it a world of good either". Already knowing from the drawings and other technical data the scientists had, Harold Wolf knew what the exterior yellow button to the lower left of the door was for. Harold pressed the yellow button once, and the door of the machine slid closed and latched shut...Then Harold pressed the button again, in which the door unlatched and slid back to the open position. "This door should remain closed when no one is with the machine", Harold Wolf announced. To ensure the existence of the machine remains secret, the scientists decided it best to perform repairs on it where it presently sat, rather than to risk it being discovered by the public while hauling it to a different location. "It's highly unlikely anyone will stumble upon it way out here in the middle of nowhere", said Woodrow Raccoon. "And to haul this machine along a highway, it would need a wide load permit", Harold Wolf replied. "Greg and I measured this machine to be 14 feet in diameter...not including how far it's landing pods extend out", Lenard Wolverine mentioned. "Just like on our drawings back at the lab...It's too big to be hauled secretly", Harold Wolf added. "We work on it here where it is at". Everyone stayed at the machine's landing site, and talked a while longer, until it was getting to be sundown...And fortunately, the weather had been favorable to everyone, in that during the visit to the landing site, there had been only some occasional light rain. It was already sunset before the door of the machine was shut for the night, and everyone left the site. Woodrow Raccoon stood look out for approaching cars coming down the highway so everyone can pull out without being seen by curious motorists. What was fortunate was, that section of Highway 54 ran as a straight away in both directions far enough for a car to go out of sight. And likewise, approaching cars can still be spotted miles away. The Coyote Family with Clarence, in their gloss black 1960 Chrysler 300, left first headed southbound to Duran... https://youtu.be/q9rHA-1BiCQ?t=385 Then followed by Lenard Wolverine, southbound, in his copper colour 1959 Buick Invicta...Greg Otter then pulled out northbound onto the highway in his gold and white 1959 Oldsmobile. The highway was still clear of approaching cars, thus Woodrow Raccoon continued waving the 'all clear' signal. That's when Poindexter Fox pulled out northbound onto the highway in his three tone white, black and green 1956 six cylinder Nash Ambassador... https://www.google.com/search?q=1956+nash+ambassador&am...: Harold Wolf then pulled out northbound in his blue and white 1957 DeSoto, giving it the gas and eventually passing Poindexter Fox. https://youtu.be/_7YCOM-rEgk?t=4 It was past sundown and getting dark, and everyone had pulled onto Highway 54 without there being an approaching car in sight. Woodrow Raccoon being the last one to leave, scrambled to his tourquise and white, 1958 Ford Edsel, and pulled out from behind the rock formation, then northbound onto the highway while no other cars can be seen approaching. https://youtu.be/6L6ykwkYV_4?t=55 It was less than 10 miles to Duran. as the Coyote Family with Clarence was speeding southbound on their way home to Duran along U.S. Highway 54 in that 1960 Chrysler 300...Of all songs a radio station could have played next over the car's radio, it was a song by a folk singer Coyote, titled, 'Nobody's Child'. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtTdQm57_MU https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8j-Dd0WDB94 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C73OiWKFiNo As the song played softly on the car's radio on the way to Duran, Clarence began feeling sad as he was wondering if he'd ever see his biological parents and siblings again. Al and Marge let Clarence climb past the center console of the Chrysler and take a seat with Donna on Mama Marge's lap in the front passenger's seat. As the song continued to softly play on the car's radio, Clarence, with tears in his eyes, clung onto Marge in the same way a pre-toddler clings to his mother. As Al slowed the car down upon entering Duran, Clarence noticed Duran was a small unincorporated community that wasn't even big enough to be called a town. It did have it's own post office, and it seemed there were a few businesses that can be seen from Highway 54. Al then turned right onto local route 3, which intersected off of Highway 54 then crossed a railroad that runs parallel to 54 and through the community. Then, shortly after crossing over the Route 3 railroad crossing, it was the 2nd right onto Cedar Lane where there was a mix of site built homes and house trailers...each home standing on an acre or two of land. Home was to the left where the family rode up in their Chrysler 300 onto the driveway of their large, creme yellow, single story house, which stood on a one and a half acre lot, with it's stucco exterior, and asbestos shingles where the front porch indentation is. "We're home", Al said to Clarence as Al parked the car. By this time, Clarence felt like he was in good paws with Al, Marge and the cubs; Jed, Rex and Donna. The house was a wood frame home built on a concrete slab foundation. Upon entering, Clarence noticed it's terrazzo floors with Navajo style center rugs, it's interior stucco walls, it's tiled ceiling, it's wood frame windows, a Siegler oil heater near a living room window...and a Zenith brand TV set...The Zenith TV and the Seigler oil heater were of such that Clarence had never seen before. https://youtu.be/5a0YDat_eWY?t=1045 "Marge is going to cook supper", Al told Clarence. "In the meantime, there's some cartoons on TV you can watch with the other cubs". "Gumby an' Pokey's on right now", Rex told Clarence. "Awright! Gumby an' Pokey", Jed proclaimed. "I wanna watch Tom an' Jerry", Donna complained. "Don't fuss over the cartoons", Mama Marge called from the kitchen. Daddy Al settled it with a coin toss..."Who wants to call it?, Al asked the cubs. "Heads!", Donna proclaimed. Al flipped a penny, allowing it to come to rest on the torrazo floor in all fairness...and it was tails...Gumby and Pokey it was. That Zenith TV was tuned to a Gumby and Pokey episode, 'Robot Rumpus'. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtpRMsDuH74 "What happened to the colour?", Clarence asked. "What do you mean?", Jed asked. "Well...It's like an old black and white picture. But blueish", Clarence answered. "Al thought for a few seconds, then asked Clarence, "The TV sets you grew up watching...Did they have colour to them?". "Yes. Yes it is", Clarence answered. "WOW!", Jed exclaimed. "In colours like at the Orion movie theater?!" "Oh, that's so neat!", Rex exclaimed. "I've heard talk about of colour TVs", Al mentioned. "But I've yet to actually see one". "I bet you got so much 'neato' stuff in the future", Jed exclaimed. Clarence did mention some 'cool and awesome' things in the 21st Century...and he also made mention of things he noticed in 1960 that are not around anymore in 2018. After the cartoons, everyone had supper. And Marge had baked some home made pecan caramel layer cookies for desert...Clarence has never had cookies this good before, and thanked Marge for baking them. There was also another 'really cool thing' that Jed, Rex and Donna showed to Clarence...In a spacious patio room at the back of the house was a model train board layout with O-27 gauge Lionel and Gilbert trains (the gauge that has the third rail in the middle of the tracks...and none of it was that cheap junk made by Marx either). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inlFDF2yMoY The cubs always had lots of enjoyment running their toy trains, and this evening let Clarence run the trains with them for a while. This was the first time Clarence had ever operated such toy trains...The only toy trains he had ever known from 2018 were the Brio brand, push by paw, wooden toy trains (some of which were likenesses of the Thomas the Tank Engine locomotive characters). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1LZBk7cwtU After supper, it was decided it had been a long day with so much going on, so everyone was going to get to bed early. Being that everyone had been out in the rain and wind earlier in the day, the cubs, including Clarence, was sent to go get a bath...Afterwards, Mom and Dad got their bath. Then it was off to bed for the night. A place was originally fixed for Clarence to sleep on a living room sofa that pulled out as a bed. However, Clarence being in the living room by himself began to feel so lonely after everyone else went to bed. Because it was February the Siegler oil heater in the living room was running...It was the kind fed by an oil drum, elevated on legs, from outside the house. The oil heater, with it's tiny mica window to observe the flame flicker, had a motorized fan which produced a sound that would normally be a soothing "white noise" to sleep by during the night. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITr-PErAwz8 But for Clarence, the heater's fan sounded mournful, thus further invoking that feeling of loneliness...On a living room corner table, the radio played 'Look Homeward Angel' barely loud enough to hear, but that didn't do much good. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbvmbDgvScQ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmYs5KFhlpc https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHaqs7juzAY
Later into the night, at 2:06 am, Clarence awoke on that pull out sofa bed in the living room as the radio softly played 'Love is All We Need'...accompanied by the low hum of that Seigler oil heater. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKqAJenGBaU https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5yC73cnIcY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTYHt09QEmM At 2:07 am, it was about a minute into the song, when on the railroad tracks that ran through the small community of Duran, an 80 mph, southbound, passenger train approached, blowing it's horn for the crossing with local route 3 as the crossing bell began clanging. Twelve seconds later, the sound could be heard of the locomotives speeding by, and the rapid clacking of the wheels of the passenger cars until the train had passed. https://youtu.be/uNwAEptoNl0?t=80 (except not quite the train in the video, but the one in the inserted image).
Clarence grabbed the blankets off the pullout sofa bed, and went into Al and Marge's bedroom as the radio in the living room continued to softly play 'Love is All We Need'. ...... https://youtu.be/oKqAJenGBaU?t=90 Without words said, Al and Marge invited Clarence into their bed between them for the night...Usually, Al and Marge has sex every night in bed...But this night, it was more important to let Clarence feel like he has a place he can call 'family and home'. Snuggled up to Al and Marge, Clarence felt that loving, safe and secure feeling like he was with Mom and Dad...Needless to say, for the rest of the night, Clarence slept well feeling loved, safe, comfortable and secure. More than two hours later, at 4:14 am, a northbound freight train went through Duran, which of course Clarence, like everyone else, slept through the sounds of the passing freight train. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XfCSQpCTSqw
Parts of this story are also in the pool named "Project Courier".
____________________________________________________________________ Throughout this story, multiple links to songs are being set up. That is because Youtube is aggressively shutting down accounts that have music videos. So in case you click a link and get their notice like shown below, there are two other links to the same song;