Recap
Previously on Globturds: The Series…
After their garage “Mission Control” ended in sparks, smoke, and snacks floating everywhere, Roundy declared: “If Mission Control fails, we’ll infiltrate the real space center!”
And so, today’s disaster begins.
The Seventh Experiment: Undercover Operation
At dawn, the Globturds prepared their disguises.
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Roundy wore a fake mustache, lab coat, and carried a clipboard labeled “Official Scientist Stuff.”
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Curveball wore sunglasses at night, a baseball cap, and a T-shirt that read “Totally Not a Flat Earther.”
They approached the gates of a space center, whispering like spies.
Curveball: “Professor, do we look convincing?”
Roundy: “Yes, Captain. No one will suspect a thing.”
(Meanwhile, Curveball’s shirt tag still read “$2.99 – Clearance.”)
The Security Encounter
At the gate, a bored security guard raised an eyebrow.
Guard: “IDs, please.”
Roundy: “Here you go — official NASA scientist badge!”
The guard squinted. It was clearly a library card with “NASA” scribbled in marker.
Guard: “…Sir, this is a library card.”
Curveball: “Yeah, but space is full of knowledge, right?”
The guard laughed so hard he waved them through just to see what would happen.
Inside the Space Center
The duo wandered wide-eyed through rocket displays, pretending to take notes.
Curveball gasped at a model rocket.
“Professor! Look! It’s huge! How do they even fit snacks inside?”
Roundy adjusted his glasses.
“Captain, remember: act professional. We’re here to find proof of the curve.”
Then Curveball spotted the gift shop. Within seconds, he was wearing a fishbowl helmet labeled “Astronaut Souvenir.”
The Discovery (or Lack Thereof)
They stumbled into a simulator room, mistaking it for a “secret launch site.” Roundy declared dramatically:
“This is it! The portal to space itself!”
Curveball pressed buttons at random. Sirens blared. Lights flashed. The simulator shook violently.
Over the loudspeaker:
“Attention! Unauthorized clowns detected in training module!”
Panic ensued. Roundy shouted:
“We’ve been caught! Quick, Captain, activate escape plan!”
Curveball stuffed his pockets with astronaut ice cream and bolted.
The Cliffhanger
The duo was dragged out by security, helmets crooked, snacks spilling everywhere.
Roundy, furious, screamed:
“This is all a cover-up! Next time, we won’t sneak in — we’ll storm the launch pad!”
Curveball, still chewing astronaut ice cream, grinned:
“Finally! Front-row seats to a rocket launch!”
The audience howled. Another failure — another promise of disaster.
To Be Continued…
Thus ends Part 7 of the saga.
Next episode:
👉 “Storming the Launch Pad”
Stay tuned.
