Timmothy rummaged through his personal cargo container.
There
had to be something he could use to rebuild the Terminator. He'd
saved
the brain, but the T-800 needed a new body to go with it. Martin
walked
in and dumped a pile of barrettes, hair clips, disc player,
and
calculator on the table.

MARTIN ROBINSON
That's everything close to non-essential.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
Thanks, bro.

MARTIN ROBINSON
You want to come outside? Jenny, Mom and I are going to work on
fixing
the starship.

Timmy shook his head. No way was he going out there. His dad
would only tell him how wrong he was again. Even though he was
the one
who knew the most about time travel.

MARTIN ROBINSON
Look, Timmy. What does father know, anyway? You could be right.
Maybe
someone did build a time machine. <Then he walked
away>

Timmy nodded, then as soon as Big Brother was gone, he turned
on
the Terminator's CPU.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
Can you hear me, Terminator?

TERMINATOR T-800
TERMINATOR IS ONLINE...YOUR VOICE MODULATION IS PECULIAR...IS
SOMETHING
WRONG MASTER TIMMY?...

Timmothy stared at the speaker. How did a mutant mouse
confide
in a endoskeleton machine?

TERMINATOR T-800
CHEER UP, I WILL TELL YOU A JOKE...WHY DID TERMINATOR CROSS
THE
ROAD?...<It paused, waiting for an answer> BECAUSE HE WAS
CARBON-BONDED
TO THE CHICKEN...BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAH!...<It burt out
laughing>

Timmy frowned. He'd have to work on the T-800's sense of
humor
- later, after he finished re-creating its body.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
We've got some serious work to do.

Suddenly there was a knocking on the wall. Sort of like what
Martin used to do when he wanted him to be quiet.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
What is that?

TERMINATOR T-800
SOUNDS LIKE OLD MORSE CODE MASTER...

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
What is it saying?

TERMINATOR T-800
DANGER, TIMMOTHY ROBINSON...DANGER!...

Timmy got to his feet, shoving his personal cargo container
back
under the table.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
Wait here, I'll be back.

Yeah right, not that he had to say that - without a body,
the
T-800 couldn't exactly go anywhere. Timmothy walked down the
corridor,
following the knocking sounds. He stopped outside Ninjara's POW
cell.

The knocking was coming from inside. Timmothy stared in the
window at the vixen Sith Lord. What was she doing? She was
rapping on
the wall with her knuckles, tapping out dash-dot knocks. Sensing
his
presence through the darkside, Ninjara looked up and seeing
Timmy
staring at her through the glass, motioned for him to enter.

NINJARA SMITH
Tim? Come, come in my friend.

But he didn't trust her. He took a pulse laser pistol off
the
hallway wall.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
Deactivate safety.

GUN COMPUTER
Voice print confirmed. Pistol is armed.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
Open sesame. <Uses the old-fashioned magic words>

The door slid open, he walked in, aiming the gun in front of
him
watching the vixen smiling at him, her hands upraised in a
surrender
posture.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
You said someone was in danger?

NINJARA SMITH
We all are. You are wise to arm yourself my boy.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON <Raises pistol into firing
positon as he threatens>
Stay back, don't move. This gun is set to fire for me only. So
don't
try anything stupid!

NINJARA SMITH
Timmy, you misjudge me. I only want to help you. <She walked
over to
the window and peered outside>

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
Help? Then how come you tried to murder us? <What was this
Timmy stuff?
Nobody ever called him Timmy>

NINJARA SMITH
That was...before. Now are fates are intertwined. If your father
and
that idiot Sergant Brutus fail out there, I have no chance of
ever
getting home. It's in my best interest for them to succeed. And
I
always follow my best interests. I do so want to go home.

Outside, there was a loud, inhuman wail. There were other
cries
too. Something that sounded like a giant bird shrieked,
sounding
diabolical.

NINJARA SMITH
Timmy, who knows what monsters or aliens roam these wilds? Your
father
and Sergant Brutus are fools to set off blindly across this
savage land.
And much as I hate to admit it, it will be harder to manage
without
them when they're gone.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
What are you talking about? They'll be back, dad promised
me.

NINJARA SMITH <Arches eyebrows>
Oh? Will they? I wonder...

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
Are you saying someone should go after them? <He hated the
thought of
his father vanishing out there. He couldn't let that happen>
I'll go
after them.

NINJARA SMITH
No, Timmy. I forbid it. You're a boy-mouse. A very clever
one,
certainly, but a child nonetheless. This planet is likely full
of
predators. Even if you found your father - what if he was hurt,
or
dying? What good could you do to save him?

Timmothy thought it over for a minute. He had a million
skills
when it came to saving machines and computers. But saving
rat-mouse
lives...he didn't have a clue. He'd needed help for that.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
You can help. You're a doctor.

NINJARA SMITH <Smiles evilly>
Yes, yes...I'm a doctor. Perhaps I could save them.

TIMMOTHY ROBINSON
Then what are we waiting for, let's go.