Stepping into Scott’s surprisingly huge cave/condo is like stepping into the Matrix. Instead of being greeted by Morpheus a Stegasaurus with a monocle and top hat with a weird Dali stache is ready to tend to your needs. Scott is super millionaire having built his empire on a secret cupcake recipe. The secret? I do not know. It’s probably crack or something. The same crack put in Coca Cola bottles back in the day. If you are fortunate enough to be invited to a tea party at Scott’s house you must be important. The average T-Rex could not be seen with an invitiation. He or she would need an extraordinary story. That’s what Scott collects. Stories. Imagination and dreamscapes (not an actual word…felt cool rolling off the tongue…pretend it is) that are unparalleled but true. I was lucky enough to be invited because Scott and I met through an unfortunate or possibly predicted moment. He had me fix his Nintendo DS and helped him catch Pickachu in the Viridian forest. A long story short. I’m not that cool but everyone else who attended the party were. A brontosaurus who discovered time travel. You are only able to travel 1 minute into the past. She had stumbled upon this invention drunk one night watching an episode of Cat and Dog. A triceratops with the ability to shoot lasers out of his eyes. An unfortunate accident after a Daft Punk show. Apparently the mix of LSD, Sour Worms, Whisky, and Nuclear particles is all you need for super powers. The weirdest of the bunch. A pterodactyl with funny oval glasses. He never spoke much. There was only a deathly stare. Upon staring at you for 10 seconds he was in your head. Listening to your thoughts and predicting what you will do next. Some would say he was the dangerous of the bunch. He would be if only he knew Scott’s power. No one knows. It was a secret. A secret each of the visitors have been wanting to know hence the acceptance of cupcake tea at his house. Scott was up to something. A plan. A devious plot that would involve a time traveling brontosaurus, triceratops with lasers shooting out of his eyes, a mind reading bird, and me, a Pokemon playing, taco eating duck. Quack! Quack! Did I forget to mention I could teleport to any part of the world and that I’m not a dinosaur. Weird! I somehow teleported to a worm hole and ended up here. A strange universe of reptilian decent. I had met Scott after screaming and crying like a girl after the worm hole spit me out.

All ive been doing is eating lettuce that Scott provides me. They’re good but nothing like the lettuce back home. He has yet let me in on the plan. The dinosaurs in the room are probably wondering the same. Scott blows a flute to grab everyones attention. Alfred the classy stegasaurs mustache butler turns off the light. The room is filled with darkness. The only light visible is the glaring red eyes of Steve the Triceratops. Seconds later specks of light glimmer in, before they know it the room transformed into outer space. Moments later the scene zooms into a spiral galaxy focusing on the center. All of the dinosaurs and lonely duck were mesmerized. This was a sight to behold. Scott played another tune on his flute and then exclaimed, “Watch”. The surrounding stars begin to change colors, rotate faster. A whinning noise started to get louder. When the scene closed in on a propelling object it was a strange feathery creature. A slurp disturbs the room. The duck who is also known as Wads exclaimed, “Thats Me!!!”. Scott confirmed, “Yes”. They kept watching for a few more seconds until they noticed another object crossing through the portal. It was something mechanical, most likely a scouting droid by the way it was behaving. With bewilderment Steve the Triceratops asked, “What is that thing?” Scott replied, “Folks, this is our problem”, “What do you mean?”, “That device is a scouting probe. It searches the universe for resources, planets, and life form. By the end this meet it will have discovered this place we call home. When the probe sends back information to its mother galaxy, an armada will have readied itself for a journey here” The room exploded with gasping and astonishment. Scott blew the whistle another time. This time the room started to make its way through the center of the galaxy. Random colors started to appear, shapes warped into vibrant colors, and each tiny dots swirled until it became a surrounding white space. Each dinosaur thought they had crossed over. Thinking they had died or something related. Wads watch quietly but he knew what was going to appear next. It was a black rectangular entrance. He had seen this before on his previous trip but waiting for Scott to explain. “Well folks, this is what we like to call a space door, its the gateway between galaxies, this is how intelligent life get around.” The group of inferior dinosaurs seem angry but not so surprised. Science has advanced far enough. If a whacky bird can read minds I guess anything is possible. This points back to the original question. why were this special group assembled. Its not like they could fight a batllion of trained, well armed, superior race. Scott wasnt disturbed when the room started to take shape again and ships on ships of mechanic beings positioned themselves. They had arrived at a base. There were bases scattered all across the universes from previous triumphs and conquering. Scott continued, “You might be wondering how we are suppose to reacting. The solution is simple.” Scott directs his vision onto Wads. “What do you do when something bigger chases after you. You run. Instead of running what well be doing is teleporting.” Wads was immedately shocked and puzzle. How was he going to transport a planet of dinosaurs to another similar universe. Well thats where the rest of you guys come in. What Wads need is a telescope. Not just any telescope. Its the kind that lets you view all universes when seeing the view point. Its a map. where is it? They have it! how do we get it.

Scott has a plan. He would not havr called this meeting if he didn’t. It consist of utilizing everyones ability. “Is this going to be like Oceans Eleven?” exclaimed Wads. Scott humbly remarked, “of course not…this takes place in space and super powers and besides…what does george clooney has that i dont?” Confused looks went around the room. The dinos had many questions but little answers. They decide to go through with what Scott’s idea. It involves getting captured by enemy ships. Meaning they would have to go to the huge army that wants to obliterate them. The smartest idea ever. Wads is wondering what they will do to him. He’s scared and helpless, a handsome duck like him will only be taken advantage of. If the enemy is powerful enough to travel the universes are they smart enough to know the powers of not so superior reptilians. Scott calmed everyone down and then insisted everyone sip their tea and eat their cupcakes. Wads had already finish.