It had been 3 hours since Thunderbird 3 crash landed on this strange planet. It was surrounded by an endless sea of sand, and some strange pterodactyl-like bird calls screeched across the land like someone who is crying out in pain. At least we survived, the four of us - Brains, Alan, Tin Tin and me.
In the heat of the day, I burst open the door to the escape hatch of Thunderbird 3, gasping for air, and then collapsing onto the ground. I coughed, and struggled to get myself up onto my feet again, as I looked around at the silent desert. “What is this place?” I croaked, sounding like a frog who had swallowed too much swamp water. Then, after a few minutes’ hesitation, I called out: “GUYS!” My voice echoed, and then, the echo was heard in reverse, like someone had hidden a reverbing machine under the planet’s surface.
There was no response. I tried to call out loudly again. “GUYS!” This time, a sign of life flickered from inside Thunderbird 3. Out came Alan, followed by Tin Tin and Brains. They were all in a daze following the crash, but luckily, none of them were injured, thank god. “Is everyone okay?” I asked. “I think I may have injured my leg a bit,” said Brains before collapsing onto his weak little bottom on the ground. “Still, where are we?” “I don’t know, but it must be a planet apart from the others on the star map.” said Tin Tin, wiping her sweaty brow.
“I don’t know what this planet is called either. Maybe we should make up names for this planet. Er…Planet Arabia?” I asked. Alan burst into a fit of laughter. “I knew you’d say that! Let me think…how about….Planet Sand.” This time, Tin Tin and I both laughed. “Good one! How about…” But then, our hilarious moment was cut off by a wail of pain from nearby. Brains was clutching his broken leg, rocking back and forth like some kind of mentally unstable person who had gone insane from no yogurt in the fridge.
“Brains!” we all cried together, and we ran to comfort him as he began crying pathetically, holding his painful leg. “You okay, Brains?” asked Alan. “Here, let me touch it.” “NO!” cried Brains. “Ouch…don’t touch it. It’s too painful.” “If only Venus was here,” I told Alan and Tin Tin, then she’d use her special Leg Bone Ointment.” “Always a relief when she uses that,” said Tin Tin. “Now, has anyone found the first aid kit yet?” Alan had re-entered Thunderbird 3 and was rummaging around for the first aid kit. After a few minutes, he got it right out of a door in the wall.
He ran back out to Brains, who was breathing very fast from the amount of pain he was experiencing. He opened the first aid kit and took out some bandages. Then he said: “Brains, take off your trousers. It’ll give me a better chance of tying these round your leg at a steady pace.” “But-” began Brains, but Alan gave him the most sly look a Tracy Brother could ever give.
“Er…okay,” he said, and he pulled off his trousers. Unbeknownst to him, they vanished with a gentle twinkling noise. Alan carefully and gently wrapped the bandages round Brains’ leg, and then tied it up so that Brains could not feel the pressure of his painful leg anymore. He then stood up and looked around. “If only we had some crutches…”
As if on cue, a huge alien pterodactyl like bird flew overhead and dropped some wooden stick like crutches that it was carrying in its huge rectangular beak. Tin Tin screamed at the sight of it. “WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT?!” she screeched at the top of her lungs. “Whatever that thing is, I don’t want to know about its species.” I said, as we watched Brains finally stand up and walk using these stick like crutches. “For some reason,” I continued, “I feel like everything we ask for seems to come true on this planet, yet there’s still signs of alien life that seem to obey our demands.”
“So…there’s aliens on there that obey every command we give them?” asked Alan. “I hate to be ridiculous, but that actually sounds like a great idea. Now, if only we knew what lies ahead of us.” But it was too late. I already ran ahead of the others, calling “Follow me, this planet may have more realms than we have ever explored before!” Tin Tin immediately ran after me, while Brains hopped onto Alan’s back as he gave him a piggyback ride across the vast sands of the desert.
Hours passed for what felt like minutes, and soon it was getting really, very hot. Our clothes were dripping with galleons of sweat, and our underarms were completely drenched. We couldn’t walk any further, and Alan was on the verge of collapsing to the ground because Brains was too heavy for him to hold. “Guys….can we…stop?” I puffed, my face red from the intense heat. “Of course, we needed that rest. My clothes are as wet and sticky as a swamp,” breathed Alan out of exhaustion. “Mine too,” agreed Brains. “I’m in too,” said Tin Tin, “I’m so tired.” “And my clothes are wet and sticky too. Off with our clothes, everyone.”
And with that, everyone took off their sweaty and sticky clothes, until we were all bare and unclothed, and our skin had the freedom to breathe. Brains didn’t mind, no trousers meant his bandaged leg was showing anyway.
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