When we last saw Jim and Bub, they had just escaped from an armada of bunny fighters from the rodent quadrant and stopped to refuel on the planet of Very-Sharp-Knives.
Bub, being the second best space traveler in the universe, (the first is the hive-mind of semi-sentient watering cans) knew a little known fact about the planet of Very-Sharp-Knives: it is actually just made out of every single substance in existence except for knives, making it a playground for chickens. It was also one of the best places for refueling, since it had a nearly endless source of fossil pizza.
While Bub was refueling, Jim sat on a pile of plutonium, feeling homesick. It'd been a long time since he'd seen his dad, Bob the flea, or at least he thought so; lamps have a very bad sense of time. He'd had a lot of fun with Bub, traveling the universe and all, but he was really starting to miss Weeble-Wooble. Maybe it was time to go home.
After Bub fueled up the ship, he and Jim got back in. As they were taking off, Bub noticed that Jim looked sad. He asked him what was wrong and Jim explained his loneliness. Bub was a little disappointed at first, but agreed to take Jim back to Weeble-Wooble.
As they took off and headed for Weeble-Wooble, Jim felt extremely excited. He was going home! He hadn't noticed quite how much he missed Bob, but he was crying ketchup of joy. But right as Bub had finished charting their course, Jim heard a large thumping far behind the ship. Bub didn't seem to notice it, so Jim assumed that it was all in his head (lamps actually have hearing far superior than buffalo do), until a huge hand came through the open window of the ship and grabbed Jim. Bub shouted out to Jim as he was taken away by an intergalactic lemon-monster.
To Be Continued...
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