What was that...smell? Bubba wrinkled his

What was that...smell? Bubba wrinkled his nose and scratched his head, trying to match memory with the distinctive odor which suddenly permeated the closet. Mom? Is that you?

The stink in the closet smelled like rotten goulash on a dead rat. Bubba pushed the closet open just enough so he could see, his mom and the bus driver

paying attention to the road? No, the bus driver was glaring at me and explaining in intricate detail how Egyptians worshiped animal deities and 'Gundams' referred to huge robots.

The road took a swerve and the magical mystery bus flew over an embankment and landed on a cloud of blueish smoke. The bus drive was just getting to the part about embalming organs

when the bus broke through the cloud and plunged towards the ocean. "Whoops," the driver said, and he pulled up on the wheel as if it were a plane. The bus started flying upwards.

As we rushed through the clouds, our driver turned to us. "The only thing that is keeping this bus aloft and from utter destruction is the belief that we can fly. Keep thinking!"

We all set our minds to the task of our belief in flying. And somehow, against all the physics, our school bus stayed afloat two miles up in the air. Then we heard a bump.

At first i thought nothing of it, but then there was another. Bump, bump, bump. I wondered what it was that made such a sound all the way up here. I looked out the window and saw

us ramming the Dyson shell. Soon, the whole thing disintegrated; sunlight flooded the Solar System for the first time in centuries. "Damn autopilot," I lied. Kamikaze accomplished.