The Adventures of Professor Proton, Jr.: "The Proton Express..."

"The Adventures of Professor Proton, Jr: The Proton Express..." Part III

"The Adventures of Professor Proton, Jr: The Proton Express..."

Summary: In my first longer Proton Jr tale, can Prof Proton Jr. aka mild-mannered Sheldon Cooper and Dr. Amy aka Amy F. Fowler save the world at Christmas...And can Proton Jr. keep that blond sob of an engineering genius Tom Swift, Jr. away from his girl?

Equally important...Should Cameragirl Penny allow this thing to appear on her acting credits or just accept that all hope of a professional career is gone and just enjoy while peddling her drugs?

Disclaimer: All is Chuck's...

Part III...

"If I may continue..." Swift eyed his audience, standing by a whiteboard on which a series of mathematical symbols had been drawn.

"If the kiddie-show host here will allow it, I'm all for it..." Wyckcliff grinned.

("Leonard..." Amy, darkly... "You wrote that."

He blinked. "Uh...I was only injecting some humor into the relationship...Based on how Lesley and Sheldon interact in real life."

"Oh, he's got me down to a T...This is exactly what I'd say." Lesley grinned.

"What?" Amy eyed Sheldon...

"Well...It's just...Technically speaking, Lesley's right. It is what she'd say." He shrugged.

"Sheldon? I'm defending you."

"Yes...And I appreciate it..." he leaned in... "But we get to see her horribly killed if we just see this production through to its, for her, gruesome ending."

"Really?" Amy pondered. "Just how gruesome?" they both eyed Lesley as she talked to Leonard, Penny frowning at her.

Lady, one more hint that I'm not up to the role of Penny Hofstadter and I'm gonna write myself in as the real Wyckcliff who brutally kills her impersonating junior stand-in for bad acting.)

"It's been over a decade since Dad and I first found and translated the symbols left behind by the exo-Martians on their last voyages to Earth..." Swift noted. "Five years since we made contact by radio telescope. While our friends have been travelling the Galaxy for nearly five hundred thousand years since they left Mars orbit."

"And if they're so advanced why do they wanna talk to chimps like us?" Wyckcliff eyed Swift.

"Actually, they've not evolved much in the last five million years...We've caught up a bit. Besides, intelligent life is apparently rare in the Galaxy and after all..." Swift smiled. "We're family..."

"Our Martian cousins..." Wyckcliff sneered.

"Not all that unexpected that intelligent life should seek to share its ideas, knowledge, and dreams." Proton, Jr. cut in firmly... "It's why we and these creatures are intelligent."

"Some of us, anyway."

"Yeah?! Well...Your name is Munson and that's a stupid name!"

"Right, Prof P...Junior..." Wyckcliff, benevolently eager beam.

"Ladies and gentlemen..." the General raised a hand... "The fate of Humanity may be at stake here. And I'm quite willing to throw all or any of you in a brig under martial law and leave you there, forgeting you were ever here if you don't settle down and pay attention! Mr. Swift?" he nodded to Swift as quiet fell.

"Thanks, General." Swift nodded. "People, the Martians...Or Exo-Martians as we presume them to be, have recently contacted us to the effect that they are sending us a great gift, from their explorations and their own collection of the life from the Mars they left."