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Illustrations copyright © 2013 by Christopher S. Jennings
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Bransford, Nathan.
Jacob Wonderbar and the interstellar time warp / Nathan Bransford ; illustrated by C. S. Jennings.
p. cm.
Summary: In the two weeks twelve-year-old Jacob Wonderbar was away, fifty years have passed on Earth and now he, Sarah Daisy, and Dexter, with help from Mick Cracken, try to set things right by seeking Jacob’s father, who is lost in time.
ISBN 978-1-101-59223-6
[1. Space and time—Fiction. 2. Interplanetary voyages—Fiction. 3. Adventure and adventurers—Fiction. 4. Fathers and sons—Fiction. 5. Science fiction.] I. Jennings, C. S., ill. II. Title.
PZ7.B73755Jai 2013 [Fic]—dc23 2012020967
Contents
COPYRIGHT
TITLE PAGE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 46
CHAPTER 47
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Jacob Wonderbar had only been gone for two weeks, long enough to run for president of the universe, lose the election, save the Planet Earth, and fly back home aboard the spaceship Praiseworthy. But instead of returning to his normal life of planning pranks and shooting hoops after school and pretending he enjoyed his mother’s adventures in cooking, he was face-to-face with a ninety-year-old version of his mom.
Only Jacob was still twelve years old.
Jacob’s mother squeezed his shoulder.
“You have to find your father,” she said. “You’ve been gone for fifty years.”
It couldn’t be happening. It had only been two weeks. And yet somehow half a century had passed on Earth.
His mom took another step toward him. She pressed her wrinkled lips together in thought. He backed away and felt the doorknob jab his spine. He couldn’t get any farther away unless he ran out the door.
“I’m so happy to see you!” She smiled. “I don’t think I’ve had a happier day in all my life.”
Jacob searched his brain for words. They hadn’t returned to Earth in a time machine, they had flown home on Praiseworthy. He couldn’t explain it. “But . . . what happened? Why are you old?”
His mom smiled sweetly. “I aged the normal way, one day at a time.” Her eyes crinkled. “I missed you so much.”
Jacob’s heart swelled as he imagined his mom staring out the window and hoping every single day that he would come home. There would have been a frantic search in the beginning followed by disappointment, and then days that became weeks that became months that became years that became decades, one long day at a time. All those years wondering what happened to him, all those long afternoons holding out hope that maybe, somehow he was just lost somewhere and would come home. Fifty years of waiting. He rushed forward and hugged his mom. He didn’t care how scary she looked.
“Where’s Dad? How am I going to find him?”
Jacob’s mom rested her hand on his shoulder to calm him down. “I don’t know, Jacob. All I know is that your father will know what happened.”
“But . . .”
Jacob’s mother shook her head. “I don’t have the answers, Jacob. I’m not sure what happened. I hate to send you back out, but you have to set things right.”
Jacob steeled his resolve. He could do this.
His mom stared at him with intense eyes. “I’m depending on you, Jacob. This isn’t the life we’re supposed to be living. I know that. I should have been able to watch you grow up and see all of the great things in your future. My world has been darker without you. The whole world has been darker.”
“But . . .”
“Go, Jacob. Go. I’ll see you in the past.”
Jacob turned to the door.
“Oh,” his mom said. “And I don’t think the younger me will be much help.”
He wasn’t sure what she meant, but he knew he had to go. He hugged his mom again and nodded.
“I’ll fix it.”
Jacob ran out the door and down the street. The sidewalks were cracked and sprouted spindly yellow weeds. The streetlamps were broken and the street was unnaturally dark.
He nearly collided with Sarah Daisy.
“Jake!” she shouted.
“Sarah! What’s happening?”
“There are strangers living in my house! I think they kidnapped my parents!” Sarah looked around in fear and then hugged Jacob. “Where are we?” she asked into his shoulder. �
�What happened?!”
“Sarah, my mom is old.” Jacob broke the hug. “Like, old. I think fifty years have gone by. She said I have to find my dad.”
“Fifty years?! How is that possible?”
“I don’t know.”
It had been terrifying to arrive at home and find his mother significantly older, but Jacob was thankful that she still lived in the same house and he was able to speak with her. They had something to go on, even if it was just the smallest scrap of an idea. At least Jacob knew he had to find his dad.
On the other hand, Jacob had spent a lifetime searching for his dad and hadn’t ever come close to finding him. Not even running for president of the universe had brought his dad out into the open.
“Guys?” they heard a tentative voice say from a short distance away.
“Yeah, it’s us, Dexter,” Sarah said.
Dexter slunk up to them and stared at them for a moment in the darkness. “Something is amiss,” he said.
Sarah couldn’t help but laugh. “You think?”
“My house looks like it has ghosts living in it! My parents changed the locks and no one’s home.”
“We’re in the future,” Sarah said.
Jacob took a deep breath. He had been looking forward to returning to being a kid again, to hanging out with Sarah and Dexter and having fun. He wasn’t sure he was ready for another adventure.
But adventure had found him. Jacob knew there was only one way to find out how fifty Earth years could have gone by in two weeks. They had to go back to space.
“Come on,” Jacob said. “Let’s go find Praiseworthy.”
Sarah and Dexter looked at each other and grimaced. They walked back toward the forest down the street, and Jacob felt a stirring of excitement that he would soon be flying between the stars once again. Still, he stopped himself from smiling in front of Sarah and Dexter because they were so worried.
“Jumping jellybeans!” the spaceship Praiseworthy exclaimed when they stepped on board. “Children, I didn’t expect you back so soon, this is quite a pleasure!”
Jacob could feel Sarah’s and Dexter’s expectant gazes and their hope that he’d have a plan to set things right. He didn’t really know what to do or where he could find his dad or who had sent them fifty years into the future. But when solving a mystery, he figured it made sense to start with the prime suspect.
And Mick Cracken was always Suspect Number One.
“Praiseworthy,” Jacob said. “Please take us to Planet Royale.”
Ten Earth hours later, Praiseworthy touched down outside the presidential palace on Planet Royale. At first glance the palace didn’t look very much changed in the intervening fifty years, and for a moment Jacob wondered whether time had somehow passed only on Earth.
But as they walked through the garden, Jacob noticed some changes. There were several statues of a young man in outlandish poses. In one, he was bowing with an oversized hat, and in another he was diving to one side and shooting two blasters at once. Jacob had a sneaking suspicion they were depicting an older Mick Cracken.
They paused for a moment at the palace doors, and then Sarah knocked. A moment later a regal woman with fine dark hair opened the door, and when they asked for Mick Cracken, she led the children down the hall with a kind smile.
Jacob kept glancing out of the corner of his eyes, waiting for one of Mick Cracken’s tricks. All he saw instead were more and more paintings of a twenty-something man with an uncanny resemblance to Mick.
“Ha-ha!” they heard a man laugh. “Ha!”
Though the voice was deeper, Jacob knew immediately who it belonged to.
Mick Cracken stepped around the corner. Only, instead of the twelve-year-old version they had last seen, he was older, taller, nearly bald, extremely rotund, and looked wildly pleased with himself.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment for fifty years. Fifty years! Do you know how long that is? Hang on.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, barely able to contain his excitement. “I need to enjoy this moment. Ah. There. It really is great to be me.”
Sarah Daisy cleared her throat and Mick opened his eyes. “Get to the point,” she said.
Mick sniffed and looked down his nose at her. “Your attitude hasn’t changed a bit.”
“It’s been one day!” Sarah said.
“Cracken,” Jacob said. “Why don’t you skip to the part where you tell us what you did?”
Mick walked over and stared down at Jacob, enjoying that he was taller than him. “Not until I’ve finished gloating.”
“Aren’t you a little old for that?” Sarah asked, crossing her arms.
Mick grunted. “You sound like my wife.”
Sarah nearly fainted at the idea that Mick was married.
“Can I get you children anything?” the lady said. “You’ve come a long way, you must be so exhausted.”
“Can we get rid of him?” Sarah said, jerking her thumb at Mick.
The lady laughed and whispered to Sarah, “He is pretty annoying, isn’t he?”
“You’re one to talk!” Mick shouted.
“Could I pick out some new clothes for you, perhaps?” the lady asked. “You have obviously been through quite an ordeal if you were forced to wear those sad rags.”
Sarah looked down at her jeans and sweatshirt. “Oh, no.”
“What?” Dexter said.
“Don’t you see who this is?” Sarah asked through her teeth.
Jacob looked at the lady again and realized it was Catalina Crackenarium, Mick’s sister and former princess. Only she was a grown-up.
“Cat?” Jacob said, feeling strange calling an older lady by such a familiar name. He wondered if he should be calling her “Mrs. Cat.”
“Of course it’s me, silly!” Catalina said. She clapped happily. “This is so fun! Though I must say I’m surprised that you’re still hanging around this one.” She jerked her thumb at Sarah, who turned bright red.
Jacob and Sarah stared at each other for a moment, not knowing what to say. It was too strange for words. But Jacob finally found his voice.
“Cracken, where’s my dad? You know where he is, don’t you?”
Mick’s smile vanished, and for a fleeting moment something approaching sympathy crossed his face. He glanced over at Catalina, who looked similarly worried. Mick seemed like an adult all of a sudden, someone who was responsible enough to be concerned for a person’s well-being.
“Well . . . Wondersomething . . .” Mick said.
“Wonderbar,” Jacob said.
“Your dad is lost in time. And you’re the only one who can find him.”
Mick moved a graffiti painting from the wall, unlocked and opened a safe, pulled out a wooden chest, unlocked it, pulled out a smaller metal chest, unlocked that, and then finally pulled out a large key. He held it out in front of the children. It looked like an old skeleton key made of rough iron, though it was large and looked heavy.
“This is the most valuable item in the entire universe.”
“It looks like a big key,” Dexter said.
“Well, it’s important!” Mick said. “There are people who would blow up galaxies for this.” He tapped Jacob and Dexter on the nose and tried to do the same to Sarah, but she batted away his hand. “Don’t. Lose. This. Key.”
“Okay . . .” Jacob said. “It’s a key. So what?”
Mick ignored Jacob’s question. “When Father Albert created the Astral colonies, he decided to send the small group of original Astrals back in time ten thousand years so they’d multiply and develop new technologies and be ready in case Earth ever wanted to bring war to space. By the time Earthers developed their own pitiful excuses for spaceships and rockets, Astrals were already way more advanced and living all around the galaxy. He gave us a history.”
“Okay, great. You have time travel,” Sarah said. “So why did you send us fifty years into the future?”
Mick stepped over and looked at a painting of a spaceship. “In the early days of the Astral colonies, time travel was a way of life. If Astrals overcooked their dinner, they’d go back in time to fix it. If they needed to play a good prank on their neighbor, they’d go back in time and mess with their plumbing. But all that back and forth throughout time got really, really confusing. People would forget what day they were supposed to be living in, then they would run into their past and future selves, get into arguments with them . . . it got super-awkward. So the decision was made: No more time travel. Everyone would have to go back to eating burned toast and flying around the galaxy in spaceships like normal people.”
“Only you seem to have a special time travel key,” Dexter said.
“Yes,” Mick said, waving the key and looking very pleased. “Throughout Astral history, there were only two people who were allowed to time travel. One was the king, my father, who kept a few of the old time travel relics from the early days. I believe you experienced one of those on your first space trip. The other was the Timekeeper, the person in charge of making sure there were no unauthorized trips through time. The Timekeeper has been an extremely important person throughout Astral history. He or she is the person responsible for tracking, stopping, and fixing illegal time travel. And for obvious reasons their identity was always completely top-secret, known only to the king. And now the president. Me.”
“How are you still president after fifty years?” Sarah asked.
Mick puffed out his huge belly. “I’m very good at my job. I’ve only lost six elections.”
“Can we get this Timekeeper person to find my dad?” Jacob asked.
Mick blinked. “Um. Your dad was the Timekeeper. And now he’s missing.”
Jacob’s jaw dropped.
“My dad?”
Mick nodded. “Yes.”
“My dad? As in . . . my dad?”
Mick looked around the room. “Do you have hearing problems? Yes, Wonderbark, your dad.”
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