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Spacing Out

Here's the trick--Tuck had shrunk,

And with a miniscule kerplunk,

Pilot and craft oozed through tubes,

Into a vial of bluish gunk.

When the bad guys stormed the room,

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Zoom-a zoom-a zoom-zoom-zoom,

The project leader grabbed the vial,

Lest the sub become Tuck's tomb.

This good leader, Ozzie by name,

Scampered till he reached the same,

Shopping mall where wimpy Putter,

Wandered, listless, oh so tame.

And then came the fateful showdown:

For the bad guys had the lowdown.

On old Ozzie's every movement:

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