The Underwater Adventure
by Chris

It all started on a ‘wonderful’ day at the beach (or maybe not so wonderful). I usually love to be at the beach. Only today something strange happened. The name is Sam. Pajama Sam. I brought a lot of stuff to the beach. I brought my signature-edition, all-metal Pajama Man lunchbox. I really like Pajama Man. I am only 6 years old, so I don’t know how to swim, just as kangaroos hop because they don’t know how to run. Hey, look! A pretty little girl is over there. I’m going to go make a big impression on her. “Try to act shy. Hmmm… Hmmm… Hmmm…”

I walk up to her. “Hi, I’m Emma. Would you like to go swimming with me?” That girl was so pretty that she made me embarrassed.

“Uh…I…I don’t know how to swim.” (It could be dangerous.)

“Don’t worry. We don’t have to go in the deep end.”

“Uh…OK.”

Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. So, we went swimming. Suddenly, I saw the waterslide. I wanted to go on it.

I asked the lifeguard. “Can I go on the water slide?”

“You have to meet the height and swim ability requirement. You have to be at least 48 inches tall, be able to swim in any way from here to the dock without touching the bottom at all 4 times, be able to do a front float and a back float.”

I didn’t know how to do any of those, so I went back to swim. “I didn’t catch your name,” said Emma.

“My name’s Sam.”

“C’mon, Sam.” We had a lot of fun in the water (until one moment). Me and Emma were practicing swimming back and forth from the slide to the dock. How was I supposed to know that there was a sucking whirlpool over at the dock that sucked up both of us?

“Aha! Ha! Ha!” said the lifeguard.

Somethin’ fishy is goin’ on around here. When I looked at myself, I had scuba gear on. Now, how did that happen?

“Emma,” I said. “What did you do with my Pajama Sam mask, my Illuminator Mark V Jr. (it takes two D batteries, ya know), and my signature-edition, all-metal Pajama Man lunchbox?”

“Well…heh…heh…heh…”said Emma. (She obviously dropped them in the water.)

“Emma?! How could you?!” I was really mad at her. “Looks like we’re gonna have to find my stuff.” I said.

“That’s the point,” said Emma. “I didn’t drop your stuff in the water. I left it at the beach because it was so heavy.”

Meanwhile……… The lifeguard was sitting on the Lifeguard Island. “That kid will never suspect me! Aha! Ha! Ha! Ugh! I better go to the rest room first.”

The lifeguard walked of the Lifeguard Island and went to the Portal Potty. Sam’s stuff was still sitting on the slide. Since the lifeguard wasn’t there, he didn’t notice when Sam’s stuff had slipped off the slide and into the water! When the lifeguard came back he looked at the slide, he saw that Sam’s stuff was missing!

Meanwhile…… Sam saw the stuff fall in the water! He took it. But, just when he was going up to the surface, three squids grabbed him!

“Custom!” they said. “Customs inspection!”

One of the squids was the boss. “Well, well, well!” he said. “What have we here? It seems like a flashlight! And a signature-edition,all-metal Pajama Man lunchbox! Did you get a permission slip from the boss of Atlantis, young man?”

“Atlantis? Permission slip? I don’t think so.”

“I think we better confiscate these items. They are a harm to the creatures of Atlantis!”

“But… But… But…those are mine!”

“And you’re traveling in disguise!” He took my mask away. “Let’s see what you really look like!”

“My Pajama Sam Mask!”

“Pajama Sam, eh? Well, all right to Pajama Sam. You can go!” He swirled his eye around in a circle. “But I’ve got my eye on you! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Then they left, leaving me hanging from a seaweed plant (I hate those).

“Here, Sam!” said Emma. She handed me some kind of spray cheese bottle.

“What is this?” I said.

“It’s Cheese Girl!”

“What’s Cheese Girl?”

“Whenever you squirt it, a rope comes out, propelling you in the opposite direction you squirt it in. If you squirt it in the center of your view, it will propel you away from the plant making you free!”

“Hmm… Sounds interesting.”

I tried it out. Emma was right! It propelled me away from the plant and I was free! I licked the rope. It tasted just like cheese!” “Mmm…” I said.

“Indeed.” said Emma. (She thought it was gross.)

“Here. Try it!” I said. She looked at the rope with saliva all over it.

“EEEEWWWW!” she said. (I told you she thought it was gross!) “C’mon! We’ve got a mystery to solve,” said Emma.

And that’s where the trouble began. So, we went on an adventure. We found a corridor with corals there. Emma tried to get past them, but before she could pass by, the coral jumped in the way.

“Hold it!” said all three of them. “And just where do you think you’re going?” said the 3rd one.

“Um…Nothing. I just wanted to pass by.” Said Emma.

“Without even asking permission?” said the second one. “How rude!”

“Oh, great.” I said. “This isn’t another custom inspection, is it? You aren’t gonna take my stuff, are you?”

“Oh, please. We have no interest in your stuff.” Said the 1st one.

“Phew!” I said.

“But if you want to pass, you must be a coral. In which you are not.” said the 1st one.

How am I supposed to get past those corals? I went back. Emma was lucky to find an empty coral. “Okay, Emma.” I said. “Here’s a walkie talkie. You can report what is going on. Put the coral over your head. I know you can’t see, but it’s the least I can do.”

When Emma got back to those corals, they were very polite, and they let Emma past. (Now, read carefully. This is important.) Emma saw my signature-edition, all-metal Pajama Man lunchbox!

“Emma reporting to Sam. Emma reporting to Sam. Over.” said Emma in police-style. “I see your signature… blah…blah…whatever you said. I’m going to try to get it.” (Yeah, right. There’s a big robot in the way.)

“Your item can be reached if you can spell this word. Spell this word…Conscious. Some people fell asleep during the movie, while others remained conscious. Conscious.” Said the robot.

“Hmmm…” said Emma. (she was only 6, so those kind of words were out of the question for her age.)She was very nervous. “Conscious. K-O-N-C-H-I-S.” said Emma.

“Password denied.” Said the robot. (Her spelling was wrong.)

“Sam?! How do you spell Conscious? Mr. Robot? My friend will spell it for me.” She held up the walkie talkie.

“Conscious. C-O-N-S-C-I-O-U-S. Conscious.” I said. (Boy, I’m good!)

“Password accepted.” said the robot.

The robot opened up his stomach. There was my signature-edition all-metal Pajama Man lunchbox! Emma took it, and we went to continue our search elsewhere. Later…we found an underground fortress. We didn’t go inside, because something covered the top of my view window that said:

Warning: Aliens detected 3 meters ahead!

We heard talking in the distance. I pushed the cloak button (the button that makes you invisible) so the people inside wouldn’t see me. Emma had a hard time finding her cloak button, so I had to push the button for her. We walked in the room. For some reason, my footsteps could not be heard. (Good, because movement destroys the illusion of invisibility.) We were in some kind of a conference room. We assumed it was supposed to be confidential. We listened very carefully:

“I don’t see why we have to do this. I mean, our alien race, the Queznox, had been kept secret for many years. We shouldn’t let anybody know what this is all about.” The alien looked all around. (At least I think it did. It didn’t have any eyes.) “Ok. There’s no one watching. I hope Blorsnox hasn’t revealed his true identity yet.”

“Who’s Blorsnox?” I said out loud, quickly covering my mouth. (Fortunately, the aliens thought someone else said that.)

“Oh, he’s that alien we sent to put that whirlpool there. We sent him with that lifeguard suit. I think someone has already been sucked up by it.”

“Wait!” said another alien. The thing on his head (like an antenna) was glowing. “I’m receiving some data from Blorsnox. He says someone was recently sucked up by the whirlpool. Gee, that human that’s over there sure looks a lot like the one that was sucked up by the whirlpool.” (He was talking about me!)

We skedaddled. As we left somewhere else we found a secret passageway. There was a voice box on the door. It said: “Access to containment tank can be found by presenting a Cheese Girl rope.” (Bye, bye, rope.) We put the Cheese Girl in the voice boxes’ mouth.

“You may now enter the containment tank. Have an even better day!” said the voice box.

“Thank you.” said Emma. “What a polite voice box!”

The door opened. There was my Pajama Sam Mask, but it seemed to be guarded by some rock star bands. My Pajama Sam Mask was on the music stand. Whenever the director wasn’t looking, I tried to take it, but he turned back and I had to put it back.

“You stop that now!” he said.

“Umm…Excuse me. I…um…thought one of the pages was about to fall.” I said.

“Ok.” said Emma. “Here’s the plan. You need to take it when he’s actually looking at it. That way when you walk up to him he’ll turn around and you can grab your mask!” (Gee, she’s smart!)

I tried that, and it worked! So we went somewhere else. Later, a wonderful thing happened! I saw Pajama Man in the distance!

“LOOK!” I shouted at Emma. “PAJAMA MAN IS RIGHT OVER THERE!”

“Oh, that’s ridiculous! You know Pajama Man isn’t real!” said Emma.

“Is so!”

“Is not!”

“Is so!”

“Is not!”

What’s happening here? Can we get back to the story? Ok.

As I was saying… “Is not!” Is so!” Ugh! On with it! (sigh)

“Hi, Pajama Man! I’m your biggest fan! Listen, ya gotta help us. There’s some aliens here, and they’re going to steal beach toys. I need you to get us out of here, give me my Illuminator Mark V, and get those aliens outta here!”

“Ok, you two. Hold on tight!” said Pajama Man. Soon, we were shooting through the water. Pajama Man gave me my Illuminator Mark V back.

“How’d you do that?” I said.

“Practice.” said Pajama Man.

Now, for the destruction of the aliens… “Don’t worry, guys.” said Pajama Man. He pulled a remote control out of his pocket. He pushed the self-destruct button. Soon, we were back on land.

“I wonder what happened to those aliens…” said Emma.

We waited a few minutes. Soon, a spaceship rose out of the water and sped away! The aliens didn’t leave a trace! The custom Inspection squids were lying dead on the beach. As for the lifeguard, he was gone!

“Honey, time to go!” called my mom. And we went home.

THE END (read on)

"Wait! I’m Pajama Sam! I’m the one who decides when it’s the end!”

"It’s the end."

The End

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