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Brilliant!!!!

It won't be just one or two coming to the rescue, but a bar full of very angry, inebriated patrons..

What Al said.... Someday, and I would hope in my lifetime, we will judge folks by their character, not by the color of their skin...

This one hit home for me as the central tenant of this wonderful story. It truly exemplifies just what the Christmas spirit is truly about, and demonstrates that there is a reason for the season, not just at this time of year, but 365 days of the year!!! As an old car buff, the Mini Cooper S with the full service history, MOT and the like, will to the true aficionados, will more than likely rocket thru the estimate Joe gave. Considering the age of the car, the year it was built,...1965, the car has become the proverbial unicorn. Of the thousands that were built, I would hazard a guess that less than a hundred, and I suspect much, much fewer, can claim that sort of provenance. The critical path here for Charlie is to use OEM parts whenever things that need fixing are beyond repair. As a fan of Wheeler Dealers with Mike Brewer, I've learned that spread across the UK, are many small, niche business that can remanufacture some of these hard to repair parts. It is critical that the car remain a 'numbers matching vehicle'. That is to say, there are several areas where the car has serial numbers, and they all have to match. The boys should look the car over very carefully for the factory build sheet. This sheet tells the assembly line how the car is to be built per customer or dealer order. Finding that exponentially increases value. Sometimes it is found tucked under the springs of the seats or hidden in the trunk (boot)! It is critical to proving originality!! Somehow, I don't think Harry will sell the car, he'll want to keep it in the 'family'!! Tissues, why I hardly know you!!! This truly was a great chapter, even if there weren't any broken brake pipes...😉

Colin keeps reminding me Of My Fair Lady...in the sense that the world he is learning of is one he belongs to... Early days and easy steps towards the future... Happy New Year to all!

I've been told I am psychotic...opps prescient..😜

This was a delightful chapter to say the least. It was warm and wonderful...Loved it!!! If memory serves me correctly, and reaching out to @ReaderPaul, I seem to recall other treasures found on Engris from other civilizations played prominently in succeeding stories, such as the ring that gave us Ragal. I get the feeling we just may see some or all of these wonderful finds in the future adventures of the gang!!!

Thanks for not posting the tissue warning...I had to run to the bathroom and use TP...BTW my nose is upset with you.. “That, and something else. Mr. Garrett asked if we’d think about being his foster parents. His parents just died.” “He’d be like a brother?” “Yes.” “Cool. When can we meet him?” “So you’d be OK if we took care of another boy?” “Yeah. You guys have a lot of love in you.” “OK. Well, let’s get your shoes on, and we’ll go see Dennis.”

I believe we have some answers to some of the mysteries, the only reason they are after Phentrom must be because he's become sentient...

This can't end well....

From the frying pan to the fire...much of it unnecessary...as noted above...we still don't know the results of the 'incidental' contact in a previous chapter and who let the dog out???

My guess is the skid-steer is leaking oil and fuel causing a horrible environmental disaster...that's my story and I am sticking to it...other than the author should be careful if he accepts a ride in a convertible...just sayin...

What a fantastic chapter, I found the following simply amazing ... "Go to it, Esemerelda!" Max said, from close by. Around them, the dark plain suddenly lit with images torn from the human history books, stretching from the beginnings of the race to the present day. Here a large man in furs swung a huge stick at a giant crouching cat, while others around him threw rocks or swung sticks of their own. Beyond them, dark-skinned humans working together patiently fashioned structures of adobe along a stretch of mountain cliff. Nearby, armies of soldiers carrying spears and swords charged at each other across desert sands. In another location, a sleek Viking longboat under full sail battled huge waves as lightning danced in the skies above. And in another place, a steam-powered tractor slowly plowed a field under a magnificent blue sky with a touch of orange along the horizon. The images came and went in a flood, gradually speeding up, until there were so many flying by around them that they became mere impressions, barely registering before they were gone. But the sense of history passing was enormous. Charlie felt a sense of time descend upon them, weighty beyond all reason, as all the event lines that made up this reality and others were searched, categorized, and labeled with astonishing speed. Nicklus gasped in amazement. "It's so beautiful!" It seems that doors popping up all over the place, wonder what roads they may lead to????

Geritol??

Well now, it isn't just Dom that needs some professional help, there is much buried that needs attention and dad needs to step up his game a bit...

All I got is...

Let's add Mike to the 'two behind the ear club'...he just ain't fit for society...or anything else...

I had to choose the Wow button over the Angry one...telling myself revenge is a dish best served cold... I believe there is a lesson or two in store for Brian's father, a very powerful chapter to say the least...

That's quite the road to travel with many doors to peruse... In fact, you piqued my curiosity with the following... Charlie counted the steps on the way down. Interestingly, there were exactly 365 of them. As they neared the bottom of the staircase, Charlie noted a small drop in the temperature, enough to cause him to wonder if they were going to emerge outdoors somewhere. But as they reached the last step, a doorway presented itself, beyond which they could see a larger open area, and the reflective glint of what could be light off a glass window. Max stopped there a moment, and then turned to smile at them. "Charlie? You and Kip, Rick, Adrian, and Browbeat should go first here." Charlie knew better than to stand there and ply the elf with questions. Max was a part of this, somehow, and would have told them what was going on if he had been able to do so. That he was not free to do that suggested other things. "Come on, Kip." Charlie tightened his grip on his boyfriend's hand and stepped forward through the doorway into light. Into moonlight, to be exact. The front and side walls of the room were made of glass panels.The glow of the moonlight lit the room all around them, almost unnaturally bright. Beyond the clear wall-panels, a ragged dark edge on the horizon suggested mountains, and the night sky blazed above it, cloudless and filled with stars. Charlie walked forward to gaze out of the front window, and gasped at their height above the ground. The room was apparently perched upon a mountain flank, with a wide valley spread out below. Directly overhead, accompanying the light of the three-quarters full moon, were shimmering bands of emerald and rose, that waxed and waned as they played within the Earth's magnetic field. But no part of the Earth we know, Charlie now was certain

Wouldn't that be a case of Depends....

As contrasted to inpatients...sorry @Ivor Slipper

It is going to be difficult for Stellars (An oxymoron for an ignorant football jock's name) to plead anything but guilty...I'd ask what heck he was thinking, but then again, it is apparent that thinking isn't an attribute that could be attributed under any reasonable circumstance... Then there's this...

There's a lesson for Mom and dad and that is try talking to each other, not at each other...talk about a dysfunctional road trip from heck!!

All I got is.... or knickerbockers