Bifidus had arrived. He'd shared the cab fare with McKenzie, bid him goodbye and was now waiting in the wings. 'What a good time to make an entrance...' he thought to himself. He cocked his God Destroying Gun and walked on-stage.
"Mr Bowie, you're in trouble I'd say," said Bifidus. Pop was shocked, he could sense that Bifidus was really Nyartholep, but nodded his approval. He'd call a truce for now if it meant defeating Bowie.
"I'll save you Dad!" came a screaming cry from above. Alexandria burst onto the scene and straight into the dirt by the front of the stage. Pretty unclimactic, but not everything can fall into place. Considering everything that's happened, it was pretty close. It was exciting too, several concertgoers messed themselves.
"Bowie, my love! I'll save you!" A parachute could be seen slowly floating to the ground far off in the distance. It could be seen snagging itself on a tree miles away and slowly swinging to and fro. Hermoine could be heard yelling "Sorry!" Several concertgoers, now on edge and easily frightened, messed themselves.
McKenzie meanwhile was caught up at a merchandise stall and was negotiating a loan with his bank on the phone so he could pick up some Bowie stickers and a substandard T-shirt. The caps and mugs were way out of his league.
"It looks like your done for David," said Iggy. He held the lollipop as if he were to throw it. David shook.
"You certainly are, nothing can save you now!" said Bifidus.
MbBlenzy roused himself from his unconscious state. He looked around, and decided to take the side of the bad guys because they were winning.
Bowie looked one way, and then the other, he was surrounded. The Mustache Lady simply shrugged. Any sudden move would mean a lollipop would be hurled at him, and the God Destroying Gun would go off. There was no way out. No possible way to get through this impossible situation.
THE MISSING CHAPTER
Bowie now held the God Destroying Gun. Iggy was writhing on the floor, his lollipop stuck in his eye.
"You didn't count on THAT happening did you?" Bowie said. He was proud of coming up with such a stunningly clever plan of action.
"That's not fair!" said Bifidus, "You can't do that!"
"I can do anything, there's nothing I can do that can't be done!" retorted Bowie. He aimed the God Destroying Gun at Bifidus, and pulled the trigger. A rather disappointing pop came from the gun, and Bifidus started melting. Several concertgoers messed themselves. Someone's head exploded in sheer excitement.
"I'm melting...Ooooh....I'm melting....Lord help us all, for I'm sure I'm doing something that will infringe on a certain film's copyright! Ooooh...I'm melting...I'm nearly melted....Just a bit to go now....That's it, I've melted."
MbBlenzy looked worried. He'd picked the losing side. Just then the Mustache Lady jumped on him and they started rolling around and wresting. "Hey! I wasn't even doing anything!" MbBlenzy screamed, and he did have a point.
"Never mind that, this is the part of the story that needs lots of action!" was the Mustache Lady's reply. In the grappling and rolling around MbBlenzy reached out for the mustache and pulled it off. "Hey it's you!"
Without the mustache it was clear to MbBlenzy that the lady with the mustache was actually the girl he had met on the bus. "You look a lot older with a mustache," he said. "Also, don't you think it was a bit obvious, I mean, you disappeared around the same time the Mustache Lady came into the story. It doesn't take a genius to...OOoof!" MbBlenzy got kneed in a sensitive part of his body as soon as he brought up something which should just be left as it is.
McKenzie raced onto the stage panting. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Not really," replied Bowie, "I'm afraid you would have been more useful a few minutes ago."
"Ohh," said McKenzie, looking more than a little disappointed. "Then I guess we're off to Mars then..."
"No," Bowie intoned in all seriousness, he was full of surprises today. "Mars is going to come for us."
The rock star once again walked up to the microphone, looked at the expectant audience, and said the following words - "I can't remember what I was going to say."
McKenzie crept up to Bowie, and whispered into his ear.
"Oh Yeah, that's right." He put his lips close to the microphone and used it to bellow the following - "GORT! KLAATU BARADA NIKTOH!"
Thousands of eyes scanned the night sky. Suddenly a red pinpoint of light grew brighter and brighter until it took on a red disclike appearance. "Oh my God! Look out, it's Mars!" came a cry from the audience. Someone off to the right yelled "Awesome!"
Mars came crashing down at a location conveniently close by, but far enough away that it only squashed a few non-concertgoers. "Bag that midget," ordered Bowie, "I think I'm going to need him." He then walked up to Mars and stepped on it's surface for the first time in many years.
The girl who disappeared at about the same time the mustache lady came into the story, because she WAS the mustache lady, shoved MbBlenzy into a sack and followed. McKenzie took up the rear. He then raced to the front. Then Bowie raced to the front. Not to be outdone, the girl who disappeared at about the same time the mustache lady came into the story, because she WAS the mustache lady put on a burst of speed and made it to the lead.
All three of them started pushing, falling over and trying to get to the front. "This is silly!" Bowie yelled. "Lets all just walk in a line and make this equal." So they arranged themselves into a line and walked in unison.
Suddenly McKenzie put on an unexpected burst of speed and got to the front again. "Last one to the mighty temple of the glass spider is a rotten egg!" he shouted in between fits of giggles. As immature as the whole thing was, it was handy because McKenzie was the only one who knew where the temple was.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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