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![]() ![]() Episode 3.5: Keen Dreams
Story We find young Billy discussing metters of paramount importance with his mother
"Sure, dear," said Billy's Mum. "I bet Neil Armstrong never complained about HIS mashed potatoes."
After a pointed remark about the quality of the mashed potatoes, Billy was sent to his room.
Soon Billy was fast asleep. Suddenly he woke up, and his bed was atop a hill. On either side of his bed were giant potatoes wearing metal helmets and caryying bayonets. "Come with us now, Captain Keen," said the first. "You've been brought here by the Dream Machine," said the second. "Boobus Tuber, out king and boss -- " " -- is now your master, come with us!" Billy frowned, grabbed his football helmet off his bedpost, and started to put it on.
"So, get -- " Keen reached under his pillow and retrieved his Vorticon Hyperpistol. He moved it from "Stun," past "Disrupt," all the way up to "Fry to Delicate Brown."
Two BZZAPs later, Keen pouted.
A child ran up to Keen. "Keen, oh, Keen, oh, Captain Keen! Save us from the Dream Machine!" he said.
"Whatever, Save us!" said the child.
Join with the young Commander as he ventures into the realm of Tuberia,
a place populated by all the vegetables on his plate... killer brocolli,
attacking asparagus spears, deadly potato spuds, crazed carrots, frantic
french fries... and the list goes on. As many who have played KEEN DREAMS
have witnessed, this Keen game will charm your socks off, as well as captivate
you with its clever puzzles and scenarios.
Ending Yes! Boobus Tuber’s hash-brown-like remains rained down from the sky as Commander Keen walked up to the Dream Machine. He analyzed all the complex controls and readouts on it, then pulled down a huge red lever marked "On/Off Switch" The machine clanked and ratteled, then went silent. He had freed the childern from their vegetable-enforced slavery! Everything around Keen wobbled in a disconcerting manner, his eyelids grew heavy, and he fell asleep... Billy woke up, looking around the room, the early morinig sun shining in his face. Nothing. No vegetables to be seen. Was it all just a dream? Billy’s mom entered the room.
"Good morning, dear. I heard some news on TV that you’d be interested in." she said, sitting by him on the bed.
"The President declared today National ‘I Hate Broccoli’ Day. He said kids are allowed to pick one vegetable today, and they don’t have to eat it.!"
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