The Time Traveling Crime Fighters

The Beige Honda Minivan Goes To 1963

I sat there with my jaw wide open as the minivan drifted back toward the ground. When we landed, the doors opened and we all got out. Mr. DeSal pressed a button on the minivan's key fob and the minivan began to fold itself in. After about 30 seconds of creaking metal and other metallic noises, the van was reduced to nothing but a beige briefcase. Betty walked over to pick it up as Jordon walked over to talk to me.

"Sooooo... how do you like time traveling?" She said, with a hint of awkward. But then again, she is the most awkward person I know. She can turn any conversation awkward.

"It's... um... uh... fascinating?" I replied.

"Yeah. I know," she began, "I've always wanted to take it to the past and give a guy a penny from the future, but DeSal won't let me."

"Yeah. That does sound like fun," I laughed.

"Alright, you two, let's get going," Flo said. And we began to walk through the forest that we were in the middle of.

It was about fifteen minutes before I decided to break the silence. I asked, to no one in particular, "So what's this all about?"

"What do you mean?" It was Betty who answered me.

"Why do we have a time machine? And what are we using it for?"

"I don't know. Miep should know more," it was Mr. DeSal who spoke this time.

"Who's Miep?" I inquired.

"Come on, Cheesecake, you of all people should know who we're talking about when we say Miep!" Jordon was the one to talk this time.

"Cheesecake?" I gave her a weird look and tilted my head slightly. Why would she call me Cheesecake? Awkward.

"Oh, calm down. You'll figure it out when we find her," Mr. DeSal said. and after that, the silence stayed unbroken for the rest of our journey.

Time skip brought to you by time skips. Because why wouldn't you have time skips in a story about time travel?

When we arrived in a small clearing, we stopped. And we waited. And waited. And... wait for it... waited. Oh, boy did we wait. Then, I said, "What are we waiting for?" Everyone just stared at me. Then pointed at the sky.

Then, all of a sudden, there was a flash of light from above. I looked straight up and saw a black object in the sky, approaching the ground at an alarming rate. I dove to the right just in time.

Another minivan of the same make, model, and color as our's hit the ground directly next to me. Missing my foot by about 3 inches. I looked up at the driver's door and a very familiar 38-year-old woman who wore a grey, 1940's style Dutch dress. She had brown hair and had a shiny, blue-tinted, metallic gun hanging from her belt.

I finally figured out what they meant by Miep. They meant MIEP GIES!!!! I couldn't believe it. The actual woman who helped hide Anne Frank during the Holocaust. I'm like her biggest fan. I don't know why, I've just always been a fan.

She looked down at me and offered her hand to help me up. I took it and she helped pull me to my feet. "You're Miep Gies." I said, star struck.

"Yes, I am," she replied. She spoke with a slight Dutch accent.

"So, Miep, why have you called us here?" Mr. DeSal asked her.

"The time has come," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," Miep and Mr. DeSal said in unison.

That's when I broke eye contact with Ms. Gies and noticed the others. My friend, Alexa, was standing next to the queen, and Ellen stood beside her.

"'Sup, Matt?" Alexa said.

"Wait, you're here, too?" I replied, wide-eyed.