Teaco and Icesickle: And the Oggie Boggie Buger Brains from the Far Distance of Mars

By Jessica Adams

TAKE A SPACE RIDE with Teaco and Icesickle as they were suddenly taken from their planet and crashed into the scary world of Mars. An adventure worth wild with long crazy halls and strange creatures around every corner. Travel along with these two silly friends as they attempt to escape the clutches of the Martians. Will they make it back home to Earth, or will this be the last we hear of these two heroes?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496916686

Jessica Adams

Jessica Adams is lecturer in English at the University of California, Berkeley. She is coeditor of Just Below South: Intercultural Performance in the Caribbean and the Southern United States.

Book preview

16403.png

AuthorHouse™ LLC

1663 Liberty Drive

Bloomington, IN 47403

www.authorhouse.com

Phone: [phone]

© 2014 Jessica Adams. All Rights Reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system,

or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse 06/06/2014

ISBN: 978-1-4969-1667-9 (sc)

978-1-4969-1668-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014910039

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,

and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

15838.pngicesickledreambouthome.jpg

Icesickle sat in the passenger’s seat of his grandpa’s pickup truck, staring out the window and thinking about his cozy little igloo back in Hawaii; Icesickle wasn’t one of those penguins you would find in Antarctica or in a zoo with a super-cold AC blowing on him all day. No, he was a warm penguin who absolutely hated anything and everything that had to do with the cold.

His grandpa insisted on taking him to the airport because he wanted to make sure Icesickle got on his two o’clock flight on time. Everybody that knew Icesickle understood that you really couldn’t trust him with doing stuff like that by himself. Now Icesickle got the pleasure of listening to his grandpa complain about the world and how much it has changed since he was a child.

You know, back in my day, we didn’t have no fancy cell-i-er phone or no nonsense like that. No musical playing magic machine that didn’t plug into an outlet. We had old-fashion imagination and the world to be our music devices or video game machines. I don’t even understand why these youngsters think it’s ‘hip’ to walk around with their underpants hanging out of the top of their trousers. I thank my stars you don’t do stupid stuff like that. If I ever see you with your underpants showing, I’ll de-pants you faster than you can say ‘granddad.’

Icesickle’s granddad looked over at Icesickle with a stern look. You understand me, boy? I don’t want any of that around me, young man. It’s dreadful to even think that you would do anything like that anyways. Oh, and don’t start listening to that electronic music stuff. It’s awful. I don’t even understand you kids with your falling boys and your panics at the discos or you chemical romances. I don’t see how anybody can stand to listen to more than a second of it. It’s like listening to a baby play a pot-pan drum set while a monkey plays the bagpipes as they ride an air horn during five o’clock rush hour on a Friday.

Icesickle rubbed his eyes as his stress level of being in the same car with his granddad for more than ten minutes grew as they slowly moved down the road.

Icesickle finally arrived at the airport and away from his grandpa’s clutches. As he was walking to the airport’s boarding area, a man stood in the shadows next to the entrance, watching Icesickle intently as he walked by. When Icesickle stopped at the end of the line to board the plane, the man in the shadows made eye contact. Icesickle’s father always told him to never talk to anyone you don’t know unless he’s a policeman, and from what Icesickle could tell, this man was no policeman. Icesickle quickly looked away and tried his best to make it look like he didn’t make eye contact with the man at all, but he failed. Icesickle was never good at making moves that run smoothly; everybody he knew understood that as well. That’s why he never played