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Dad’s Bedtime Stories

Grandpa Robo Knees: Two Funny Robot Grandpa Adventures for Kids

Samstag, 9. Mai 2026 · 1 h 15

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In this funny (maybe...) two-story collection from Dad’s Bedtime Stories, a regular grandpa recovering from knee surgery becomes Grandpa Robo Knees — a super-powered, invention-building, flying-car-driving grandpa with help from Spaceship and Magnus the dragon. First, Oliver and Charlotte are sad when Grandpa can’t play like he used to. But after a secret nighttime visit from Spaceship, Grandpa wakes up with incredible robotic knees, a magical fix-it power, and the ability to turn ordinary bikes into flying hover bikes. Then, Grandpa Robo Knees returns for an even bigger adventure with The Geriatric Justice Squad. When his friends Ken and Gary need help, Grandpa and Spaceship upgrade them too, creating a team of elderly superheroes with an exoskeleton suit, a flying gadget chair, and a mission to stop a group of scammers. This silly, heartfelt sci-fi bedtime story is perfect for kids who love robots, superheroes, spaceships, dragons, flying cars, funny grandpas, and gentle adventures before sleep.

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Hello, friends from across the nation and around the world. I'm Martin, and you are listening to another weekend edition of Dad's Bedtime Stories, where I take some of my past stories and kind of put them together into a super story. Tonight, I bring you something very special to my heart, a series of stories I wrote to make fun of my dad a little bit. He was having knee surgery, so I wrote a story called Grandpa Robonese. Then, because someone suggested it, I wrote a sequel called Grandpa Robonese and the Geriatric Justice Squad. I think a lot of people have forgotten about them by now, but I just want them to live on forever, because yeah, my dad has robonees. That's why. Anyways, I hope you enjoy

these two full stories, and I hope they're so good they put you to sleep. Everyone, I have a great one. Now it's time to close your eyes, get as comfy as you can in that bed, and imagine yourself doing what the kid or kids in the story do. Now, this story takes place somewhere very familiar to me, a small town in the middle of Ontario, in the country of Canada. You see two kids, Charlotte, who was seven years old and Oliver, who was eight years old, had a pretty awesome time growing up in a pretty awesome small town. They really enjoyed visiting their grandparents' house whenever they could, and that's exactly what they did the day in question. They got dropped over to play with their grandparents,

and while their grandmother was moving around the house doing grandmother like things, something was different about Grandpa. Yeah. Grandpa was the kind of guy, like many grandpas, who could fix just about anything. He could often be found plugging away in his pretty well equipped workshop, and sometimes when the kids came over, he liked to bring them out there and work on little projects. But today Grandpa was just laying down on the couch with a bag of peas on one of his knees. What's wrong, Grandpa, Oliver asked.

Oh, well, I got my knee replaced. You see, it's my second knee replacement, and I can't move around as much as I could for a little while.

Grandpa's you mean you can't play with us, Oliver responded.

I'm sorry, Ollie, no, I don't believe will be able to play today. You and Charlotte will have to entertain yourselves.

And that's exactly what the two of them did. They played with all of the toys that their grandparents still had from when their parents were growing up, but the visit just wasn't the same. That night, their father, Martin, picked them up and brought them home. It was getting pretty late, so he sent them directly to get ready for bed. The two of them brushed their teeth, got into their pajamas, and then they both went to their bedrooms and started climbing into bed. Well, Martin was outside in the hall he heard a voice coming from Charlotte's room.

He walked up to the door, peeked inside, and there he heard Charlotte, with her hands clasped together, making a wish to well, God or the universe or whatever, please make Grandpa better soon. I want to play with him. Thank you. Charlotte then pulled the covers up over top of herself and went to sleep. Now Martin, having heard this very sweet wish from one of his six favorite people about one of his other six favorite people, well, he couldn't resist getting a little bit emotional, and that's when an idea came into his mind. Now, for those of you who've been listening to my stories for a while you would know that we Martin's are kind of stewards of the story verse. We take the role of making sure all sorts of things stay in their very

own universes and don't wander off into other ones. Well, the Martin in this story was no different, and as a result of being such a good steward of the story verse, he had a couple friends who he thought he might be able to call on. Here, Martin quickly snuck outside where no one else could hear him. He took out his phone and he made a phone call. Hey, it's uh, it's me Martin, Yeah, from Earth three sixty five.

That's right. Well, the thing is, I could really use a favor. Do you think you can meet me here in a few minutes, he said to whoever. The person on the other side of the phone was all right, I'll see you soon. Then Martin hung up the phone and then just stood in the driveway looking up at the dark night sky. Soon he saw a very bright looking star. The star got brighter and brighter until it eventually became obvious that it wasn't a star at all.

At first, it looked a little like an airplane, but not an airplane. Exactly, But as it got closer it became obvious that it was a spaceship, a spaceship that some of you may have heard of before. The spaceship Spaceship landed in the front yard and the back doors opened up. Standing there, staring right back at Martin was another very familiar character, a little black fire dragonling that you may know as Magnus from the Cards of Power Universe.

Of course, well, I heard you needed some help, Magnus said, I sure did, buddy, Martin replied, as he climbed aboard the spaceship. Now, the spaceship was a pretty amazing place. It looked much larger on the inside than the outside for some reason, and it had anything anyone could ever need. A living room, a kitchen, a play area, a library, rary bedrooms, and some other mysterious rooms off to the side, and of course a control center at the front. And at the very center of that control center was a picture of a little digital face. Welcome. The face said, I'm spaceship. What can we do to assist you? Well, that's just the thing. My father recently had a knee replacement surgery, it's a second one, actually, and the kids

were kind of sad that he couldn't play with them and help them fix stuff, you know, that sort of thing. I was thinking we could use the two of you, well, Spaceship your amazing technology, and Magnus some of the magic cards I asked you to bring, and maybe we could surprise my father by, you know, making him better than he ever has been before. Spaceship and Magnus looked at each other for a second, and then back at Martin, wherein Magnus responded, yes, I agree, we are indeed in.

Spaceship confirmed, and with that the doors of the ship closed and Spaceship flew up off into the air to a little house not too far away, a house Martin had been to pretty recently, his parents' house. Should I send a group of robots to carefully extract your father from the house, Spaceship asked, Uh, Yeah, that would be cool.

Martin responded. A door on the side of the spaceship suddenly open, and a team of little robots floated right out of it, carrying what looked to be a stretcher of some kind. The back door to the ship opened up, and the robots flew out and down towards the house. Luckily, it was already past the time that Grandma was asleep, and Grandpa, like usual, could be found sleeping on the couch, not his final sleep of the night, of course, but the second sleep he normally took after dinner and not too long before he'd actually go to bed.

For the whole night.

The robots silently floated into the room, zapped Grandpa with a special sleep ray, and then carefully lifted him on to the stretcher. Just as silently, they floated up off the ground, out the door, and back up towards the Spaceship. As they re entered, another door on the side of the ship opened up. Martin and Magnus followed the robots with the little stretcher. Inside the room was some sort of medical bay, very high tech looking, with a few beds laying about and a whole bunch of very advanced medical technology. The robots carefully transferred Grandpa on to another bed, and then Spaceship's voice appeared on a screen near by.

I have developed a very advanced knee schematic. This should allow him not only to be back on his feet immediately, but also to do things that would have never been possible without these very advanced knees. Huh sounds cool, Martin responded, and with that the robots that carried Grandpa in got immediately to work. They moved incredibly quickly and used tools that well that most people on Earth would never even hear about. Before long, they were completely finished. Instead of two normal looking Grandpa knees, Grandpa now had two very extraordinary looking robot knees. Now it's my turn, Magnus said.

He asked me to bring a card over, and I thought this one would be kind of perfect. This is a legendary fixed card. The holder of this card is capable of fixing all most anything at well superhuman speed. When you told me about your father, I kind of thought this would be perfect. That is perfect, Martin responded.

The little fire dragonling flew over towards the bed where Grandpa was sitting. From inside his chest somehow, he pulled out a bright blue card that looked like it was made of pure energy, and then he placed the card directly on Grandpa's chest. Grandpa's chest began to glow, and so did the card. Then almost instantly, the card was sucked right into Grandpa's chest. With all the work done, the robots picked Grandpa up again and returned him to the couch where he was sleeping. Martin, Magnus, and Spaceship went back to Martin's house. The next morning, Grandpa woke up off of the couch where he somehow slept the whole night. His back hurt just a little bit from staying in one place for so long, but something felt

really different about his knees. It was as if, well it was as if they were the knees of a teenager. They felt amazing. He looked down and pulled up the legs of his pants, only to reveal rob knees. How did he get rob knees? In surprise, Grandpa stood up off the couch, something he wasn't really supposed to do right now, and it became apparent that well, that his knees felt better than ever. He felt strong and powerful, like he could run one hundred kilometers an hour, which is about sixty miles if you're listening from the States.

In fact, Grandpa decided to test that theory out. He ran to the front door, swung it open with gusto, and ran outside. He started by jogging down the road, and it felt almost effortless, so he picked up the pace bit by bit by bit, and he found that he could run faster and faster and faster, faster than he could ever run before, faster even then well your average.

Before he knew it, he'd run no less than ten kilometers. This is amazing, he responded. And not only could he run, but he felt like he could jump too, and he tried doing just that. Grandpa bent his knees, crouched down towards the ground, and leapt up with as much power as he possibly could. Instead of jumping just a little bit off the ground as he was used to, he flew way up in the air, high above all of the trees. And then he realized when you go up, well you kind of have to go down as well.

Grandpa began to fall faster and faster and faster. He thought about bracing him self from the landing, realizing that there was nothing he could do to stop it. But that's when he realized he was stopped, stopped in mid air. He looked down at his knees, and to his surprise, his knees sprung little tiny jets, jets that allowed him to float up off the ground directly from his knees.

A very strange sight. Indeed, not knowing what else to do, Grandpa kind of panicked for a second and showed it as loud as he possibly could. Once he was done with freaking out, though, he got back to figuring out how to control these new jet knees or whatever they were. He thought about going down towards the ground, and he found that as soon as he thought about it, his knees obeyed. He imagined once again himself going down towards the ground and his knees just kind of let him do what he asked to do. Then he imagined himself flying up off the ground and his knees did the same thing. Grandpa flew quickly back towards his house and landed in his driveway. He had to tell the grandkids about this one. Grandpa quickly opened up the garage and

pulled out his keys, but when he saw his car, something seemed wrong with it. He could just sense that there was some sort of small issue with the back left tire. He pulled it out of the garage, grabbed his tools, and quickly got to work fixing the tire. But after he fixed the tire, well, he kind of felt like fixing everything and in an absolute flurry of activity, he started doing things he didn't even know he could do, pulling off wheels, rewiring the car, basically kind of maguy for ring together jets, and all sorts of other fancy devices.

Before long, Grandpa had transformed his very normal looking car into a very extraordinary looking car. That's better, Grandpa said, looking at his handiwork. He climbed in the car seat, started the car up, and then pressed a very special button he'd just installed. In an instant, the car lifted up off the ground, the wheels shifted under it, orienting themselves more like little helicopters or jets, and the car took off into the air. This is amazing, Grandpa said, as he slammed his foot down on the gas. Now Grandpa didn't question too much exactly why he could suddenly turn ordinary cars into extraordinary flying cars, but he could certainly tell that something was different. He considered for a

while that the whole thing might actually be a dream, but when he pinched himself and well felt the normal pain of pinching himself, he realized that it must be real. Grandpa flew the car over to his son's house. He carefully and slowly lowered it down into the driveway. The door to the house opened up up and out of it ran Martin, Oliver, and Charlotte, all staring at the flying car in awe. Uh Grandpa, is that you, they said, as the door to the car opened up, and sure enough Grandpa stepped out. It's me, kids, but I woke up with some kind of a special surprise. Look at this, Grandpa said, as he pulled up the legs of his pants, displaying his new robot knees to both of the grandchildren. WHOA,

that's amazing, Oliver responded, seeing the robotic knees, and not just that, but I seem to now have some sort of super human ability to fix things, and he've turned them into other things. Really, Charlotte responded, my bike needs to be fixed. Charlotte ran towards the shed and grabbed her little red bike. She ran it back over and placed it in front of Grandpa.

Can you fix it?

She asked. I can fix anything, Grandpa said. He picked the bike up in his hands and examined it very carefully. In fact, I think I can make it better than ever. One second, Grandpa walked to the back of his car, with the bike. He grabbed his tool box and in an instant he began fixing the bike, making sure every single part of it was perfectly in tune. But as he did, it just didn't seem like enough. He had to make the bike better, more advanced, and once again Grandpa started doing things that he barely understood himself. Before long, he was done and the bike was no longer any ordinary bike. He passed it back to Charlotte and she looked at it in awe and now looked like some sort of high tech motorcycle or something like that. She

climbed a board and began to press down on the pedals, but this time, with each pedal forward, the bike moved at amazing speeds. Charlotte started to zoom around the yard without any effort at all. Ah, I want to cool bike like that, Oliver said, disappointed that his sister had something that he didn't have.

Oh, I think I can help you too, Sun, get your bike.

Oliver ran to do just that and enthusiastically brought it back to his grandpa, who, once again, in a flurry of activity, using knowledge he didn't even know, he had turned it into some sort of superpowered electric bike. Now, shall we all go for a ride, Grandpa suggested. The children put on their helmets and carefully clipped them into place.

Then together they began to pedal their bikes and headed down the road. They found that they could move faster than ever before on these things. We have to tell Grandpa, this is amazing, Oliver said to Charlotte.

You don't have.

To tell him anything. Grandpa responded, I'm right here with you. Man, to their amazement, he was. Grandpa was just running along the road easily keeping pace with the two children. His rowbon knees were something pretty powerful. Oh and I forgot to mention, I added something a little bit special to your bikes. See that red button there, Well, press it, Grandpa said. Oliver and Charlotte came to a stop with their bikes, and then they did as Grandpa said, pressing the new red button. Their bikes immediately shot up into the air, floating a few feet above the ground. Their tires shifted angles, facing down towards the ground like little tiny propellers, and then they began to spin around. You made us flying bikes, Oliver said, in uh, well, in

complete shock and excitement. And with that, Oliver and Charlotte took off into the air, flying high above the little small town, above all the trees and forests and lakes nearby, and Grandpa, using his special rocket powered knees or whatever they were, followed behind them. The three of them spent the rest of the afternoon like that, flying from place to place and getting the hang of their new and improved bikes. But before long the sun started to set and Grandpa decided it was time to return home. He led the children and back over top of the huge forests and lakes back to their little house just outside the small town where they lived. The two of them carefully landed their hover bikes or whatever they were, and

walked them over towards the shed where they stored them for future use. Thanks, Grandpa, they both said. Men Together, they ran over and gave Grandpa one of the best hugs you've ever seen. No problem, Grandpa responded, with my new found knees and my new found fixing ability, I should be able to do just about anything. Good night, kids.

Grandpa climbed back inside his flying car. The car began to hover and then blasted off into the air to who knows where. Oliver and Charlotte on the other hand, well, they were pretty tired. The two of them once again brushed their teeth, put on their pajamas, and climbed into their beds. They closed their eyes and they just began to focus on their breath, noticing as it rose and fell, and with each breath they sank a little bit deeper into their mattress, and their mind wandered off a little bit further towards sleep. Good night everyone. It had been a while since Grandpa Rodees or Dawn as his friends tended to call him, had received his first major upgrade.

With the help of a friendly spaceship and a strange magical dragon from another universe, Grandpa Robes got one of the greatest robotic knee replacements the world had ever seen, allowing him to run faster than he ever could, jump higher than he ever imagined, and even fly. On top of that, a magical card gifted to him by Magnus the Dragon granted him the ability to fix almost anything and in vent t almost anything he could think of.

Since then, Grandpa had worked on many projects, upgrading his flying car into a flying true uck, then generally having a good time. These days, Grandpa Robones could keep up with pretty much anyone. The only issue was that most of his friends could no longer keep up with him, and that's where our story comes into play. Today, Grandpa Robonese decided to fly over to his friend Ken's house inside his newly equipped flying truck. Of course, when he landed in front of Ken's driveway, he walked up to the door and knocked a few times, but no one came to answer. He listened carefully and thought he heard a faint, distant yell from inside, someone calling for help.

Without hesitation, Grandpa Robonese stepped back and kicked the door with all of his might, all of his robotic might. Thanks to his robotic leg strength, the door flew straight off the hinges and slammed into the wall on the other side, something he would obviously have to fix later. As soon as he got inside, he could hear Ken calling more clearly. The pain in Ken's voice made Grandpa Robonese panic just a little as he rushed to find his friend sprawled out on the floor. Ken had fallen and he couldn't get up. Grandpa quickly called for an ambulance and help arrived before too long. However, what Grandpa Robonees didn't realize was that in his panic, he'd accidentally triggered a signal built into his robotic knee replacement, one

that called a very special space for help, one that I'm sure many of you have heard of before. After making sure Ken got to the hospital safely, and after talking to the doctors who were pretty sure Ken was gonna need a hip replacement, Grandpa Rowbones left the hospital and sat down on a bench in the park to think. Suddenly, he heard a strange sound, like something breaking through the atmosphere above him, and just as suddenly he found a tiny toy sized spaceship floating right in front of his head. Hello, my name is Spaceship, the little craft said in a cheerful voice. My systems indicate you were in trouble. Is everything okay? Strangely, unfazed by the floating sentient spaceship and in front of him, Grandpa robo Knees replied, I guess so.

Rather than the fact that all of my friends are getting older and older, one of my best friends can just fell and now he needs a hip replacement. My only wish they could be in as good a shape as I am, so we could still hang out and do the things we used to do together. That is an excellent idea, Spaceship said, I may be able to help.

After all, I was the one with a little help. Of course, who gave you your robotic knee replacement in the first place? You were, Grandpa said, astonished, I always wondered who did that? Well, thank you, Thank you so much. Do you think you could help my friends too? I believe that should be possible, Spaceship replied. With your ability to fix things and my medical knowledge, nothing should be beyond our reach. Would you like to come aboard to discuss the details, sure, Grandpa Robo Knees replied, though he wasn't quite sure how he was gonna fit aboard a tiny toy spaceship. But that is when the tiny ship floated over in front of him and began to glow a bright blue. It grew larger and larger until it

was the size of a full spaceship. The back hatch opened and Grandpa Robonees walked inside. He was amazed. There was a full sized living room, a fully stocked kitchen, a little play area with books, and at the front, a command center with two seats and a giant screen. Welcome to my ship, Spaceship said. The ship took off into the sky. As Grandpa Robonese and Spaceship began planning, they talked first about Ken, who would need a new hip, and then about their good friend Gary, who was stuck in a wheelchair being pushed around by a nurse. A nice nurse, but still it wasn't the same as having your own freedom. Together, they started to design all sorts of solutions. For Ken, they imagined a mechanical exoskille. It's

an implant that would fold out of his hip, wrap around his legs and arms, and assist with running, lifting heavy things, and a few extra gadgets built in for self defense. Naturally, for Gary, they decided that making his wheelchair fly would be a great start. No more ramps, no more stairs. Then, of course, they got a little carried away. They added weapons, systems, shields, and well pretty much every gadget they could come up with. Spaceship somehow magically created a giant workshop in the back of the ship, filled with every tool Grandpa rob Needs could possibly need.

With Spaceship three D printing parts and Grandpa assembling them, it didn't take long to finish the new exoskeleton and hover chair. Now it was time to deliver the upgrades. Late that night, Spaceship, who for some reason could shrink down to the size of a fly with Grandpa Robones inside, snuck into the hospital. They grew just large enough for a team of robots to snatch Ken from the hospital room and place him aboard the ship. They got to work immediately. Once the exoskeleton implant was completed. They woke Ken up. What where am I? Ken asked, groggly. Don't worry, Ken, Grandpa Robones said warmly, Everything is okay. We've just done a little upgrading. Now try to stand up. Ken swung his legs the side of the bed, and to his surprise,

he stood up easily. Wow, he said, this hip is great. I feel better than ever where. Just wait till you say the secret phrase. Grandpa row Bones grinned.

To ies, saying, jerryatric Justice.

Ken raised an eyebrow. What is this some kind of joke, No joke at all, Grandpa said, so, Ken, slightly amused, said it proudly, Jeriatric Justice. Suddenly, little mechanical gadgets shot out of his hips, wrapping down his legs and up across his body and arms, forming into a full exo skeleton suit. WHOA Ken said, I feel so powerful. Spaceship landed in front of an open field, allowing Ken to test out his powers. Ken started by running and soon realized he could run faster than he ever had before.

Then he tried jumping, discovering he could jump hundreds of feet into the air. Next, he decided to try out his strength by picking up some stones, which were far too easy. He moved on to some large boulders that were lining the park and had no trouble picking them up either. Then he grabbed a hold of the trunk of a tree and ripped it straight out of the ground, something he later felt bad about. After they were done testing Ken's new powers, they flew to Gary's house. They knocked on the door and the kind nurse opened it up. Gary, We've brought you a present, he announced. The hoverchair floated in behind him for me. Gary asked his eyes wide for you, Grandpa, Roebonese said. They helped Gary into the

hoverchair and taught him the controls. Soon Gary was zipping around in circles, flying up and down and laughing like a little kid. Well, Grandpa Roebonese said, I guess was some sort of justice squad. Now, yeah, Ken said the Geriatric Justice Squad, And with that the team was officially born. Their first mission didn't come from some sort of dramatic signal in the sky or a little red phone that was connected directly to the Commissioner's office. It came from a phone call their friend, Mabel, it seems, had fallen victim to a scam, tricked into buying Amazon gift cards for criminals posing as her grandson. Stuck in jail, she lost all of her money. This is a travesty, Grandpa Roebonese declared. We need to do something I would like

to help. Spaceship said, but I have another mission to attend to. However, I track the scammer's location. Here, take this map. Spaceship handed them a little paper map marked scammers headquarters. Thank you, Spaceship, they said. Spaceship zoomed off into space once again, leaving the Geriatric Justice Squad to handle things without Spaceship to ride inside. The three of them loaded into the flying truck, putting Gary in the back, of course, and blasted off into the sky. They flew high above the clouds across oceans and over top of countries until they reached the scammer's headquarters, a shady looking office building in a very crowded city. Landing in the parking lot, they marched inside. At the reception desk, a

woman smiled, hellou, can I help you well? Here for the scammers, Grandpa Rowbones said, scammers. We don't have any scammers here, she insisted. Oh no, Grandpa Roebonese said, pointing to a door labeled scam Room. What's behind there?

Then?

Oh? That no, that's totally just sort of like an inside joke we have. There's no scammers through that room, the receptionist assured him, But Grandpa Robonese wasn't buying it. He stormed over and kicked the door open with all of his robotic might. Inside was a room absolutely full of scam all talking on phones, working on computers, and clearly trying to trick people. Hey you, Grandpa robones shouted, you're scamming days ah rova. The scammers stopped what they were doing, looked at the three old men, and then they all broke out laughing hysterically. Oh you gonna do, old man, one sneered, beat us up with your old broom.

Without a word, Grandpa Rowbones rushed to a computer. Ken used his exoskeleton to restrain one of the scammers while Grandpa hacked into their systems. Soon every computer in the room was counting down from two minutes. If my friend's money isn't returned by the time this hits zero, Grandpa said, all of your information goes public and your bank account gets emptied into the world's worst charity anyone could ever imagine.

The scammer started to panic. None of them were sure what the world's worst charity was, but none of them wanted to give money to charity at all. Unsure of what else to do, they attacked. Luckily, the cheriatric justice squad was ready. Grandpa roe Bones darted forward with robotic speed, flipping one scammer over his shoulder and sending him flying into a copier machine. He unleashed spinning kicks that sent others brawling, his mechanical knees glowing with each impact. Ken once again activated his exoskeleton, metal bracing his body, and he bulldozed into a group of scammers, lifting one in each hand like toy dolls and tossing them into a pile.

Gary spun in the air with his hover chair, unleashing an arsenal of gadgets. A water cannon blasted scammers into the wall of freeze, Ray locked others in blocks of ice, and a grappling hook swung down from the ceiling, scooping up an unlucky scammer like a claw machine prize. More scammers charged, but Gary's hoverchair deployed a mini shield, bouncing them back like rubber balls. Grandpa Robo Knees vaulted over desks, hurling a coffee pot that exploded into a cloud of hot TEA Ken picked up an entire office desk and used it like a battering ram. One scammer tried sneaking up behind them, only for Gary to fire a sticky net that wrapped the attacker like a fly in a spider's web. It wasn't long before the scammers were either

knocked out, frozen, tied up, or just plain cowering in fear. And then the countdown on the computers hit zero. Well, what happens now, Ken asked, does all the money get transferred to that charity? Grandpa Robees chuckled Hi, who was just bluffing about that all I actually did was start a time a counting down on all of the computers.

Nothing wheally happens when it hit zero, but it clearly got them working. Now, with a little more time, I may actually be able to reverse things, Grandpa Robonese said. He sat down on the computer and furiously started hitting all sorts of different buttons, tracing scam after scam, collecting money and returning it to as many people as he possibly could. With the job done, the geriatric Justice Squad called the police and headed back outside to Grandpa Robonese flying truck. The truck hovered up into the air, the tires folded in underneath it, and once again they blasted off into the sky, high above the clouds, passing quickly over different countries, across the ocean and back home. Grandpa

rob Knees dropped off Ken first and then Gary, before eventually returning to his own home. He carefully landed the truck in the driveway, walked inside all the way whistling. Having his friends be able to participate in an adventure like that really had his spirits up. That being said, he was feeling pretty tired. Grandpa climbed into the nearest bed he could find, pulled the covers up to his chin, and allowed his head to hit the pillow. With each breath, he released a little more tension, and from his muscles, his body sank down deeper and deeper into the mattress, and he allowed his mind to wander off to dreams of new things and new geriatric justice to come. Good night, everyone, M M S.

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