You felt a force in your right pocket, and realized that you had your phone.
“Uh guys?” you said to your father and his rival. The two started glaring at each other while your father was adjusting the frontal controls. They continually ignored you, now focused on piloting this blasted contraption.
“Hey, I need to...”
“Son, I’m trying to fix this, you just watch my back in case a certain someone tries to assault me.” he directed his head to face Percival, still not trusting him
even though he’d stopped attacking for now.
“And spend the rest of my life as a Polly Pocket? No thank you.” Percival objected, leaning against the metal wall. You didn’t exactly trust the man either, but you did admit he had a point.
“Dad, I need to tell you...”
“I don’t need to hear about your games right now.” he interrupted with a bit more strain in his voice, clearly not thinking you could contribute. You felt a little offended but you knew he gets like this. Of course, you still needed to get his attention without him getting mad at you, but fortunately, you knew the one thing he cared about more than any other.
“Nic Cage announced he’s gonna stop making movies!” you yelled out. Your father audibly gasped and let go of the controls. He had loved Nic Cage’s movies since before you were born, even though his acting was pretty bad.
“What? No!” your dad yelled, focusing on you now that you hit a nerve. “Why? Will he die? Was he fired? Is he ok?” he started frantically questioning.
“Seriously?” Percival inquired, baffled that his archrival had such a bizarre taste in movies.
“Shut up!” your dad yelled like a child as Percival arched up against the wall.. “I know you watch Toddlers and Tiaras and that’s way weirder!” your dad alternating between anger and sobs.
“Hey, how did you find out about tha... I mean I don’t watch that show.” Percival defended.
Clearly, your attempt to get dad’s attention wasn’t going as planned. The heat of their argument surpassed the heat of the capsule they were in. As they started yelling at each other again, you firmly inhaled, and...
“We should probably call someone with my phone!” the two scientists paused for a moment.
“Great idea, this moron finally had one.” you were a bit offended, especially considering you had stopped his plans multiple times before, including breaking into his computer (the password was password), but you knew this was all the praise you were going to get from him. “I say we call my assistant Desmond over here.”
“Nice try but we’re calling someone from this family.” Richard replied, still a little shaken from the Nic Cage stuff. He walked toward you, his boots clanking with the steel floor, while Percival remained leaning against the wall.
“Now listen, this is deadly serious.” he said putting a hand on your shoulder. I need to ask you: did Nic Cage actually cancel his movies?” he asked you in earnest, clearly more invested in that than in shrinking to less than doll size.
“No, he didn’t” you said annoyed. Your father breathed a sigh of relief that his favorite star was still out there. “Now we should probably call someone.”
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