It was Saturday morning. Max, the blue kangaroo joey, didn't have any homework for the weekend, so he had the whole weekend to have fun. Despite being fairly mature for his age, he enjoyed a lot of simple pleasures
such as those that could be had in the front yard by means of a hula hoop and a large basin full of soapy water.
Max dipped the hoop in the basin again, making sure to submerge it completely, then drew it out and waved it from side to side. He giggled as he watched massive bubbles emerge from the hoop, enjoying the dazzling shine the sunlight made as it refracted through them, then jumped up and popped them one by one.
Inside the house, Max's teenaged older sister, a magenta kangaroo by the name of Tanya, watched the whole spectacle through a window as she loaded the dishwasher. She'd seen her younger brother bring out the basin earlier, and a devious smile crossed her face as she remembered something she'd bought after the last time she'd seen him do this.
Tanya dug around in her marsupial pouch for a moment and pulled out a jar marked STICKY SAM'S QUICK-MIXING RUBBER CEMENT. Then she made her way to the front door, opened it a bit, and carefully poured its contents into the soap and water mixture in the basin before pocketing the jar again. Max's back was turned, so he didn't see any of it.
Now that the trap was set, the magenta kangaroo stepped fully out onto the front porch and called to her brother. "Hey, Max!"
Max turned his head.
"Oh, hi, Sis!"
"I saw you from the kitchen. You're making some really big bubbles with that hula hoop. You think you could get yourself inside one of them?"
Not one to reject a challenge, the joey smiled and gave the hoop another good dip. Then he held it above his head before gently bringing it down around him, producing another humongous soapy bubble in the process. Finally he let go of the hoop and hopped upwards at just the right time, allowing the bubble to close around him.
Max grinned at his sister and leaned back as the bubble containing him hovered in the air. The spherical vessel seemed to have no trouble carrying the joey's weight; in fact, as far as it was concerned he appeared to have no weight at all, as it showed no signs of encumbering.
Seconds later, the bubble popped, and Max landed somewhat roughly on the ground before getting to his feet.
"Ta-da! What did you think, Sis?"
Tanya blinked. That was not quite how she'd expected the matter to play out.
Baffled, Tanya grabbed up the hoop herself, gave it a dip, then repeated her brother's maneuver of bringing the hoop down and jumping through it to entrap herself in a bubble. Like when Max had done it, the bubble supported her weight easily as it hovered in the air.
Her bubble didn't pop.
Seeing her older sister's perplexed expression, Max stepped up and held up a rubber cement jar just like Tanya's, but with no label-- and a label that read STICKY SAM'S SLOW-MIXING RUBBER CEMENT.
Then he produced a series of index cards depicting stick-figure caricatures of himself stealing Tanya's jar of rubber cement while carrying one of his own
peeling the labels off both jars
affixing her jar's label to his jar
putting his jar where her jar had been, while keeping her jar and the label from his own jar.
I get it. Max swapped the labels so I'd pour the slow-mixing stuff into the basin without knowing it. That way it wasn't mixed when he made his bubble
but it was when I made mine!
Tanya was so frustrated at how impossibly well Max had predicted her that she almost didn't notice when the joey pulled out a handheld electric fan from nowhere in particular, turned it on, and waved goodbye to her sister as her bubble floated up and away in the breeze.
There was no point in screaming. Nobody could hear Tanya through the bubble's soapy walls.
Letting out a small sigh, the magenta kangaroo leaned back in her prison to contemplate her fate. By now she was about level with the area's rooftops, the bubble carried along by the natural winds.
As she floated past one window, Tanya spotted a tomcat inside the room posing as a table lamp by wearing a lampshade on his head and standing perfectly still. Right before they were out of view, she spotted someone preparing to plug the "lamp" in. She didn't see what happened next, but the sudden burst of light from the window was hard to ignore.
It's actually sort of nice, sightseeing like this. Pity I left my digital camera charging in my room.
Tanya didn't get many more chances to peer into windows, as the wind began to carry her bubble higher and higher. Max, meanwhile, was rushing down the street with a pair of binoculars, following his sister as well as he could.
After a few minutes, the bubble's passenger found herself drifting so high she could see the whole city. Tanya stared in amusement at the view; it looked just like the city map she'd used the last time she'd gone shopping. She could even see the compass rose.
it's a good thing I'm not afraid of heights or I'd be terrified right now.
The teenage kangaroo continued to drift higher and higher, even getting struck by the rotor of a passing helicopter at one point. The rotor knocked the bubble away, but didn't pop it.
The helicopter's pilot turned to his copilot and shook his head. "First the yellow cat, then the flattened wolf, and now this. I swear, the next time we're up here I'll see a horse dancing on a rainbow."
It occurred to Tanya that she felt very comfortable inside her bubble. The walls were firm but smooth, and the scenery around her was breathtaking. Finally she succumbed to temptation, getting into a reclined position and drifting off to sleep.
It must have been an interesting sight, a magenta kangaroo fast asleep in a giant soap bubble floating up above the clouds. It became slightly more so when the bubble burst from the imbalance in air pressure.
Tanya continued to float obliviously for a moment longer before waking up and noticing that the bubble was gone.
And she fell.
At first Tanya yelled and scrambled against the air as she plummeted, but this quickly proved fruitless as the ground drew nearer and nearer. Finally she let out a defeated sigh and reoriented herself with her feet downwards, hoping her strong kangaroo legs would absorb the majority of the impact.
Down below, Max grew wide-eyed as he watched his sister fall. He glanced around for anything that might be of assistance in softening her landing
and spotted a traffic cop using a portable stop sign to hold up traffic.
Getting an idea, the joey rushed up to the cop and swiped his whistle and stop sign. The cop barely had time to demand them back before the traffic he'd been stopping accelerated, running him over and crushing him against the road.
Max quickly got into position directly beneath Tanya, held the stop sign so the "STOP" faced upwards, and blew the whistle. With an audible SCREE-EEE-EEEE, the magenta kangaroo braked to a halt in midair mere feet above the ground. Then he blew again and withdrew the sign, allowing her to drop to a gentle three-point landing.
Tanya exhaled a breath. "Ugh
I don't know how you think of these things, Max, but thanks a lot for that rescue."
"No problem, Sis."
"It's almost noon. Let's hit the diner for some lunch and ice cream. After that little episode I think we've earned ourselves a Marshmallow Wolf."
Max couldn't wait.