"Craig Shaw Gardner - Cineverse 3 - Revenge of the Fluffy Bunnies" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gardner Craig Shaw)

"Ah hahahaha!" he whispered in her ear.

The way that man laughed sent a chill down her spine.

"Hee hee hee," she replied demurely.
She was certainly glad that Mr. M.—Menge, she reminded herself—was here to help
her get acclimated. Heaven knew, these surroundings would take some getting used
to. She was still a bit disoriented by how fast things had been happening around her.
One minute, she had been at home, looking through her keepsake drawer, and had
stumbled on this cheap plastic ring, one of those prizes her son always used to save
from cereal boxes. The next thing she knew, she was surrounded by thick blue smoke.
And when that smoke disappeared an instant later, Mrs. Gordon discovered she was
no longer standing in her bedroom, but had somehow been transported to a sunny
beach, surrounded by teenagers with surfboards. And her son, Roger—who was far
too old for that sort of thing—had been there, too.

Well, what was she to think? She demanded an explanation, but Roger, as usual,
seemed completely incapable of giving her one. She sometimes wondered what kind
of job her son could do in public relations if he couldn't even communicate with his
own mother.

Fortunately for her, that was when her dear Menge had arrived—also, oddly enough,
in a cloud of blue smoke. And he had, of course, been much more willing than her
own son to explain everything to her, including the workings of that large machine,
the Zeta Ray, which he had brought along with him.

She still wasn't too certain of the exact meaning of the events that immediately
followed. First, Menge had explained that he, regretfully, had brought his machine to
fry her son's brain. She had objected—it was a mother's duty, after all—until Mr. M.
had explained that exposure to the ray would actually make Roger much more polite.
Even a mother couldn't argue with results like that.

Some of the other people on the beach, however, still felt the need to argue, and more
than argue. Roger wasn't too keen on getting his brain fried, and his friends did a lot
of shouting and carrying on.

And then there was this jungle person there—Splabana, Zabana, something like
that—who had physically attacked dear Menge. The machine had gone off as the two
men struggled, the ray shooting out to bathe her in its golden light.

After that, everything had been different.

Not that she had had much of a chance to think about it. Menge had swept her away
almost immediately in another burst of blue smoke.

And they had arrived here, a place that seemed to be the very opposite of the sunny
beach. The sky was heavily overcast, the ground covered by a layer of fog, and before
them was a great building, as colorless as the rest of their surroundings. Mrs. Gordon
found something about the building disturbingly familiar, even though she couldn't