"Sally, Sally," Chuck said tenderly, patting her shoulder.
"Now don't worry your pretty little head. We'll think of something. We have plenty of other gadgets aboard the ship. For instance the cheddite projector. . . ."
"Try again," Jerry said, picking up the bent and crushed projector from under a piece of heavy equipment that had fallen on it.
They tried, but it didn't seem to be much good. It was John who finally thought of the magnetic rays and who tore open the control case on the projector and exposed the interior wiring.
"Look, guys, if this is a magnetic attractor ray, why can't you reverse the thing and turn it into a magnetic deflector ray and stop our fall with it?"
"Twenty thousand feet up," Jerry said. "A great idea. Hand me a screwdriver, someone." Tension filled the air while he sweated and worked.
"Ten thousand feet and falling fast," Chuck said to cheer him on, then ignored the viciously snarled answer.
"You know," John mused, looking out the window at the ground rushing up toward them, "I could be wrong, but that sure looks like Pleasantville down there."
"You are right," Sally gasped. "I can see the school, and my father's house, and there is the airport with a plane ready to take off."
"Five thousand feet," Chuck observed. "How does it look, old buddy?"
"One more connection – there. Strap in everyone."
They did, and at two thousand feet altitude he pressed the button. The sudden deceleration hit them like a solid blow, and the fabric of the great plane screamed in protest. Things banged and crashed, and both wings fell off but remained hanging from the plane by pipes and cables and such, while the broken tail now fell off as well and hung in the same fashion. Deceleration grabbed them and crushed them, then eased up and vanished altogether.
"Phew," John said, "we're less than a thousand feet up and hovering."
"And right over the airport too. Hold it there a mo, Jerry, there is another plane taking off, going by right under us why. . . look!"
They looked – and gasped – for the other plane was the Pleasantville Eagle!
"I don't understand this," Sally said as the plane rushed by and was gone.
"Did you see who the pilot was?" John asked, shocked.
"Why . . . it was me!"
"I think I know what has happened," Chuck said. "We timed our arrival back in our own time a little too precisely. So it looks like we have arrived back on Earth just before we originally took off. That is us going off, kidnapped by John."
"And the great adventure begins," Jerry said, looking after the great 747 now vanishing into the darkness. "If only we knew what we were getting into!"
"Don't tell us and ruin the fun!" John said, and they all laughed and the plane gave a sickening lurch and dropped.
"Wiring shorted!" Jerry cried, then labored over it. Down they went, down and down, and they were just feet above the runway when he fixed it. He could slow their descent but not stop it and the plane crashed into the hard concrete with a horrendous crunch and instantly burst into flame.
"Save Sally!" someone shouted.
"I have her!" John called out, tearing her safety belt open and throwing her over one shoulder. "Take care of Chuck – he's been knocked cold!"
"I have him!" Jerry shouted, tearing open Chuck's safety belt in the same manner and shouldering his heavier burden. Thus laden, they staggered through the smokefilled cabin to the exit ramp, which luckily had been jarred open by the crash and now reached down to the ground. Down it they went, with the flames licking at their very heels, and into a staggering run across the dew-wet grass. A welcome drainage ditch gaped before them, and even as they fell into it, the gallant old Eagle exploded with a roar of flame. And a crackle of shells as well, as all the ammunition went up.
"We made it!" Jerry gasped. "And what a grand show the old Eagle is making – what a way to go!"
The pyrotechnics lit up the entire sky and threw a flickering glow onto their faces as Sally opened her eyes. "Safe," John said, simply, and in the instant she was in his arms, and their lips met, and they embraced. Sally liked to kiss with her eyes open, so she could see, over his strong shoulder, that Chuck had come to as well and that Jerry had taken him in his firm embrace and that they were kissing as well, passionately and long.
Since John and Sally had started first, they ran out of breath first, and their lips drew apart, but their arms still remained about each other as they sat and watched Jerry and Chuck slowly disengage. The two boys looked up and realized they were being watched, and, blushing, drew away from each other.
"No, that's all right," Sally said, smiling with understanding. "I've known for a long time that you both were AC-DC, and I was waiting for you to make your mind up which way you were finally going to jump. I know why you kept that cot in the laboratory." She laughed, and they laughed too and looked deep into each other's eyes and drew together again. "Not that I blame you, boys will be boys, and sometimes girls, but gee, that's what life is for. Loving I mean. In any case I have found the man I adore, and as soon as he asks me, we are going to be married."
"Marry me," John breathed.
"Yes, darling – just as soon as you grow a kinky beard and sideburns and a natural. Then you will look like you, and I will love you the more."
"Gee," John mused, "I don't know, darling. I had thought I would go down in the morning to the on-campus branch of the friendly CIA and hit them up for a job. I bet they'll pay a lot for my specialized know-how and stuff."
"That is not the sort of work I would enjoy seeing any husband of mine doing," Sally replied coldly. "Leave that to the squares along with this mean-minded little town, and we will go to the big city and swing. Decide darling."
She wriggled her hips deliciously and licked her full, moist lips while staring sensually from below half-lowered lids.
"Me or the CIA . . . ?"
"Grr," he growled, pulling her unresisting body to his, his clawed fingers sinking deep into her fulsome rump. "A gold ring in my ear and more hair than you ever saw before."
"And you won't mind if I join fem lib and picket segregated male toilets and things? I've had about enough of the second-class citizen get-your-ass-back-into-the-kitchen you-poor-little-thing around here."
"Put that ring in my nose for all I care, honey. I am yours for life."
"That is very sweet of you to say, and I won't forget it, but will keep it sort of fifty-fifty if we can. And what about you guys?" she asked, turning to the other pair of unabashed lovers.
"Back to school," they said together, then burst out laughing.
"I have a couple of more degrees I need," Jerry said,
"and I want to try out for the debating team."
"I have some more credits I need," Chuck added, "and I do really want to try out for the shot put. Can we room together, Jerry, honey?"
"Sure – I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Do you realize," John mused, looking at the flames of the burning 747 that were beginning to die down, "that it is as though it never happened."
"As though it were all a dream," Sally added
"But it really happened," Jerry told them. "But it must be our secret. We can tell no one, or they would think us mad. We'll have to tell them that the ship crashed on takeoff."
"If the insurance won't cover a new plane, why, Dad will pay for it," Chuck said assuredly.
"Our secret," they said together, and joined hands, one over the other.
And then the Great Adventure really was over, and hand in hand, the two happy couples walked away across the dark field, walking into the future, heads high, knowing that they had been tried in the furnace of life and had emerged triumphant and well tempered to face anything that that future held in store.