Creative Problem Solving, Tuesday, period 3
[Class the Last: The Final Job]
Welcome to the S.S. Ridiculous! A steampunk-inspired airship, hanging out over… well, hard to say, but that city down below looks fairly dystopic.
“Final time!” Parker sang out. She grinned and pointed at the deck, full of barrels, red crystals reflecting light beams, a very high rigging, and some loose ropes. “Time to escape!”
Eliot . . . looked resigned. "This is all Parker's idea. Just be glad there's no crocodiles."
A group of odd, clunking robots came marching out of one of the doors.
"Okay, those mighta been my idea," Eliot admitted with a faint smirk.
“I like them.” Parker nodded approvingly. “So yes, get off the ship, and there’s cake! … varieties of cake.”
Welcome to your Final. Think of it as practice for the Graduation ceremony.
Welcome to the S.S. Ridiculous! A steampunk-inspired airship, hanging out over… well, hard to say, but that city down below looks fairly dystopic.
“Final time!” Parker sang out. She grinned and pointed at the deck, full of barrels, red crystals reflecting light beams, a very high rigging, and some loose ropes. “Time to escape!”
Eliot . . . looked resigned. "This is all Parker's idea. Just be glad there's no crocodiles."
A group of odd, clunking robots came marching out of one of the doors.
"Okay, those mighta been my idea," Eliot admitted with a faint smirk.
“I like them.” Parker nodded approvingly. “So yes, get off the ship, and there’s cake! … varieties of cake.”
Welcome to your Final. Think of it as practice for the Graduation ceremony.