When the wind howls through the sycamore

When the wind howls through the sycamore on a moonless night, and the lonely travelers huddle around the guttering flames of their campfires for warmth, they say you can hear

someone running through the branches and over the crackling leaves. This terrified the travelers making them move closer to the leaping flames. Noises swished out from behind the

The travellers hesitated - was it a trap, or was it for real? This could be their way out but there was no way of knowing. They needed to head for the flames.

But first they consulted Admiral Ackbar, who discerned that it was not a trap. Peppy disagreed, so he stayed behind as the rest of the Starfox team flew to Solar, the red dwarf.

But Admiral Ackbar had set his own trap. He'd removed the hydrogen cells from the fuel rods in the ship. The Starfox team was not flying anywhere. Neither was peppy. The salty laug

dehydrated due to oversalination. Ackbar realized something was off, since moons don't typically have salt at all. "This's no moon, it's..." "Can't let you do that, Ackbar."

Ackbar recognized the voice and immediately winced. It was XVM11, the robot he invented that now worked shamelessly for the poohbah. He didn't care. "Its a giant pretzel

aircar." Ackbar looked skeptically at XVM11. The robot explained, "Sure, it's not the most practical vehicle, but it was a freebie when we ordered that third batch of clone

army tanks. The XVM11 vehicle was capable of launching rockets while traversing impossible terrain. The robot explained it was completely unmanned and its only downside was that

the robot PRKT1CLJKR had uploaded the personality of Charlie Chaplin into XVM11's active RAM. We watched as XVM11 interpreted 'The Little Dictator' on what was once New York City.