SPACE, THE FINAL FRONTIER, A LONG LONG TIME AGO, IN A GALAXY FAR FAR AWAY, WE WERE ON A STAR TREK DURING OUR JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF TIME AND GOT LOST IN SPACE, UNTIL WE PICKED UP THE HITCHHIKERS GUIDE TO THE GALAXY AND ARRIVED IN THE MIDDLE OF A STAR WARS BATTLE.
AS THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK, THE RETURN OF THE JEDI FORCED US TO ENTER THE TIME TUNNEL THROUGH THE TWILIGHT ZONE WHICH BROUGHT US TO THE LAND THAT TIME FORGOT ON THE PLANET OF THE APES WHERE WE CAME FACE TO FACE WITH AN ALIEN.
WE BARELY ESCAPED OUR ALIEN PREDATOR BY GOING BACK TO THE FUTURE IN OUR FLYING COCOON ON MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE.
IT TOOK A REAL GENIUS TO KEEP US ON THE FLIGHT OF THE NAVIGATOR AND TO PREVENT US FROM RUNNING SCARED.
BUT THE BIGGEST PROBLEM OF ALL WAS OUR SUMMER RENTAL SPACECRAFT: THE SILVER BULLET.
IT HAD ALL THE GOONIES AND GREMLINS IN ITS ENGINES THAT EVERY USED SLEEPER SHIP HAS.
FORTUNATELY, WE DIDN'T GET STOPPED BY THE ZONE TROOPERS AND THE REST OF THE TRIP WAS UNEVENTFUL ON THE VOYAGE HOME.