“That you, Bubba?” said a familiar voice.
“Yep. Get your ya-ya’s on, Kermit, we goin’ for a ride.”
“Great. Another road trip to Frog Level, I suppose. I guess you’ll want me to kick in for gas this time?”
“I don’t believe,” Bubba replied, “that that will be necessary, Mr. daFrog. See you in ten.”
“You know,” he said aloud to himself, “Water-Rat was right. There really is nothing—absolutely nothing—half so much worth doing as simply messing about in a flying saucer.” Cackling, he headed west into the setting Sun.
And just for the hell of it, he buzzed Clint Miller’s cows.
EDITOR’S NOTE: This story is a sequel to “Bubba Pritchert and the Space Aliens,” in our July 1994 issue.