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eBook Category: Science Fiction/Fantasy Analog Reader's Choice Award Nominee
eBook Description: [Book 5 of the Sam Boone Series] All Sam had to do was escort a few dozen aliens--or was it two?--to a famous theme park in Orlando. A simple enough task were it not for a malfunctioning ride, the hissed-off Kittchikoostrans' quick tempers, arms enough to fight two and a quarter world wars, and a super-animated robotic duck.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Analog, 1998
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2002

This eBook is part of the following series:

• Bud Sparhawk's Sam Boone Series

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The wording on the sign was unequivocal; "You cannot go on this ride if you are shorter than this line!" The bright red horizontal line was a bare meter-thirty above Sam Boone's feet and at least six centimeters higher than the head of one of the Kittchikoostrans--cat-like, black-clad galactic tourists--who was standing beside him.

Hissssss! "What does this say?" the nearest Kittchikoostran insisted and angrily hissed something to the others in its own unearthly language. The untranslatable speech was quickly echoed by the fifty-three nearly identical copies of the speaker. All were attired in similar black, skin-tight uniforms.

"Well?" the testy Kittchikoostran hissed as it impatiently scratched the walkway. Sam gulped when he noted the depth of the gouges the Kitties's claws were making in the tough paving. He'd learned earlier that the Kittchikoostrans were as deficient on patience as they were on altitude.

"It says there's a four-hour wait," Sam lied smoothly and glanced around for some diversion. "Say, let's try that one." He pointed to the Hall of the Ex-Presidents across the way and quickly began walking in that direction, hoping to lead them away from a potentially disastrous refusal by the operators of the ride. The fifty-some aliens hesitated for a moment and then marched in lock step behind him. Sam wiped the sweat from his brow and let out the breath he'd been holding.

God, why had he ever allowed himself to be talked into escorting these perpetually hissed-off aliens to Disneyworld--where they thought they were, having not yet detected Sam's slight bit of misdirection?