Explosions Galore

"Explosions Galore" – Episode 182

Back on her home planet Earth, human Nicki Rodriguez, who’s merged with her double, doesn’t realize she’s headed for a traumatic rendezvous with destiny. Simultaneously, in an alternate timeline on Opposite Earth, circumstances force canine-humanoids Diroctor Bizzig “Zig” Gneeecey, “Flea” Fleaglossitty Floppinsplodge, AKA “Sooperflea,” and Gneeecey’s evil lookalike from Planet HyenaZitania, Ebegneeezer Gesundheit Eeeceygnay, to make a hasty decision, one that could cost them their lives. Explosive danger is in store for all.

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Transcript

Transcript / Explosions Galore – Episode 182, by Vicki Solá. 

All content © 2025 Perswayssick Radio: Unearthly Comedy.

Music/Intro: Hi there, I’m author and radio host Vicki Solá, welcoming you to Perswayssick Radio: Unearthly Comedy. I invite you to escape with me into the bizarre dimension of Perswayssick County, where wackiness rules! The laughs begin when I morph into my alter ego, radio DJ Nicki Rodriguez and clash with the zany, alien canine-humanoid Gneeecey! And now, I turn it over to my other self, Nicki, and the gang….

SFX: [Magic Spell] [Music Eerie Drama]

NARRATOR VICKI SOLÁ: In our last episode, “A Soft Green Clock Drove a Stomach Into the Plush Computer’s Hairdryer?”…. Canine-humanoids Diroctor Bizzig “Zig” Gneeecey, his untrustworthy lookalike from Planet HyenaZitania, Ebegneeezer Gesundheit Eeeceygnay, Fleaglossitty “Flea” Floppinsplodge, otherwise known as “Sooperflea,” and Gneeecey’s pet mallard Space Duck have, using four magical words, propelled themselves back to Opposite Earth. In a matter of minutes, the rogue planet’s leader, orange monster Urgl lands, in his winged outhouse, smack in front of them…. And it appears he’s gone back on his word, that he would help the canine-humanoids recover their missing spaceship, the Starship Waterloo, if they brought him an item he’d requested….

SFX: [Magic Spell]

DIROCTOR BIZZIG “ZIG” GNEEECEY: Ya stinkin’ said you’d help us if we brung you this lousy gloog! You’re a stinkin’ liar, ain’cha?

URGLE: SFX: [Monster Reverb Laugh]

“FLEA” FLEAGLOSSITTY” FLOPPINSPLODGE, AKA “SOOPERFLEA”: Hey, Urgl—don’t snatch that gloog outta my hands! That ain’t polite!

SFX: [Monster] [Monster Reverb Laugh]

SPACE DUCK: Quack! Quack!

G: Space Duck—come back!

E: He just flew up into the bloody outhouse!

SFX: [FightFist] [Quack] [Monster] [Animal Lion]

G: Space Duck!

F: Look—he’s awready flyin’ out! He’s okay! An’ he’s brung us back the silver gloog! An’ he’s wearin’ his expensive silver necklace again, too! What a brave little guy!

SD: Quack! Quack!

URGL: You will be sorry when I return with a purple dump truck to drop on you! The wristwatch will fall over and you will no longer beeeee!

SFX: [Door Slam] [Reverse Magical Spell] [Magic Glitter]

G: Wow--he’s maaad! Reeeal maaad!

F: An’ he’s comin’ back, so we’d better be goin’! Ya heard him—he’s gonna unalive us!

EBEGNEEEZER GESUNDHEIT EEECEYGNAY: Mister Floppinsplodge is right. We must leave this planet, immediately.

G: But how? We ain’t got our spaceship back! Why are youse two lookin’ at me like that? Nah—we can’t say them four lousy words again! We jus’ stinkin’ dimension jumped! We can’t do it again, so soon—we’ll get real, real sick wit’ dimension burn! An’ we don’t even know where we’re gonna end up! What are we gonna dooo? 

SFX: [Spooky Hollow Fear]  [Space Exploration] [SciFi Glimmer]

F: Yeah, guys—what in Bogelthorpe’s name are we gonna do?

E: I’ve already stated me position clearly. We must leave this planet immediately! That bloody orange bloke is out for retribution! 

G: But that could mean the stinkin’ end of us! What don’t ya understandicate ’bout thaaat? The dimension burn from another jump could unalive us!

F: Looky, Zig, I’d rather take my chances wit’ dimension burn an’ landin’ somewhere else than havin’ that Urgl do who knows what to us! Maybe we’ll even land back in our own dimension of Perswayssick County! Or our Planet Eccchs! Imagine that wonderful possibility!

G: But whuddabout the lousy Ig? We can’t go back wit’out her!

F: Ya mean Nicki, Zig. An’ when we chased your duck—

SPACE DUCK: Quack! Quack!

F: Yeah, him. When we chased him through that wormhole an’ ended up in Nicki’s dimension, y’know, her own New Jersey back on her home planet Earth, she merged wit’ that double of hers that answered her door, an’ she called the cops on us. 

G: I stinkin’ know thaaat, Fleaglossitty—that’s why we hadda quick do that dimension jump an’ then it made us land back here on this dopey Opposite Earth.

F: So, Zig, as much as we love our Nicki, an’ as sad as it is—

G: It’s stinkin’ traaagical, ain’t it?

F: We gotta face it. We may never see her again. I love her too, but we gotta worry ’bout ourselves, now.

G: Who said anythin’ ’bout lovin’ the Ig?

E: I quite agree with Mister Floppinsplodge. As I recall, your Professor Wallbang—well, that projection of himself—stated quite explicitly that the two Earth Girls’ merging may have been brought about by a space-time continuum anomaly. A temporal disruption, as he said. He spoke of the existence of possible alternate timelines and indeed, the rupturing of time itself. 

G: Perhaphoops the string theory might explain some of this junk. I studied it back when I was a sophoophomoronical collogical student back on Planet Eccchs. Y’know, the University of Hardenoxx? It’s kinda compooplicated— I once seen a piece of molderberry pie under one of them new subanatomical moleculizatin’ telescopes, an’ it was made entirely of stringy green round threes which could defoofinitely correlate wit’ the possibooble existence of difooferent universical timelines an’—

E: Would you get to the bloody point, then?

G: Don’t interrupticate me, Ebegoogoo. Among other junk, I am a reknowndicated, respecticated skientist, an’ I—

E: You daft fool! It’s all your fault that we’re currently in such a predicament. 

G: Who told ya to stow away on the lousy, beaudiful Starship Waterloo I was busy renovatin’?

F: I wish me an’ Nicki had never accepted your invitation to lunch aboard that flyin’ saucer of yours. 

G: Oh, yeah?

F: Yeah. Then ya never woulda hit the launch button instead of the lunch button, an’ we’d all be cozy at home in our dimension of Perswayssick County, dealin’ wit’ all them serious problems we got there. 

G: Ya sayin’ this is all my stinkin’ lousy fault, Fleaglossitty?

F: Yeah. I am. An’ it is all stinkin’.

SD: Quack! Quack!

F: See—even your Space Duck here agrees!

E: Well, at the very least, thank goodness that obnoxious Nurse Maudlyn is nowhere to be found. Hopefully—wherever we end up—we shall never have the misfortune of dealing with her again.

SFX: [Crows]

E: Bloody hell—

F: Urgl’s comin’ back! We gotta hold onto each other an’ say them four little words! Now!

F: C’mon, guys! On the count of three! One…two…three!
 G, F, & E [in unison]: Three, forty, two, blue!

SFX: [Explosion] [Spooky Hollow Fear] [Magic Spell] [Music Eerie Drama]

NARRATOR VICKI SOLÁ: Meanwhile, back on Earth, in “Regular New Jersey,” Nicki, having merged with her double, finds herself on the road….

SFX: [Car Engine] [Car Horn Honks] [Motorcycle]

NICKI RODRIGUEZ:  Fiery horns and blistering percussion—from my almost boyfriend Carlos Santiago’s new salsa production—worked overtime as I sped toward a little white house down by the Jersey shore, one I hadn’t seen in five years, thanks to my workaholic ways. 

I’d managed to cram in a whole three hours of shut-eye before hitting the highway. Checking the rearview mirror, I caught sight of my red-rimmed eyes, framed by windblown blond hair—and a couple inches of dark roots. 

My so-called career in radio—working at two different New York stations—wasn’t nearly as glamorous as most people imagined. What with seventy-hour weeks, plus the freelance production I did on the side, I had no life. I have to admit though, it had been my choice. Long ago, I’d decided I didn’t want to live an ordinary life—a decision I’d grown to hate.

Sighing, I hit the gas harder. As miles of hot, black pavement flew under my tires, and parkway exit numbers grew smaller, I swore I could smell the sea. 

Traffic was light. Glancing at my watch, I declared, “three forty-two, skies are blue!”

That split second, something—it sounded like a bomb—SFX: [Explosion] [Spooky Hollow Fear]—detonated overhead, slamming my ’64-and-a-half Mustang—my late dad’s last gift to me—into a wild spin.

SFX: [Music Finale] [Magic Spell]

We hope you enjoyed this week’s episode! We thank Marysol Rodriguez, Sal Solá, Sandi Solá, Marcellina Ramirez, Rick “El Molestoso” Rivera, Diane L., Brunie Cariño, Toni Aponte, and Aileen Bean for being generous supporting members through BuyMeACoffee.com. 

And thank you for tuning in to “Perswayssick Radio: Unearthly Comedy.” We hope you enjoyed traveling to this loopy dimension with us and that you’ll come along again! Our new episodes drop every Tuesday morning! Please make sure to tell a friend! And keep on laughing! 

Frank: It’s a Gneeecey thing! [SFX: Door Slam] ###