A novel
by Kamron Klitgaard
Seconds after Red, a beautiful red-headed woman, mysteriously appears in his bathtub, Jack Tingey, a college freshman, who
is just beginning to outgrow his nerd status, is attacked by a Zorklacrot, a strange pink-clad creature from the Thirteenth Dimension, who chases the unlikely pair across the country while they search for a way to stop the impending doom which awaits both dimensions.
Together Jack and Red begin a rescue of the Thirteenth Dimension, which has been conquered by the Supreme Ruler Zorklapher, a tyrant who forces her subjects to be… good.
They are assisted by several fellow heroes, including Lilly, a 105 year old, thirteenth dimensional, nine-foot long rifle barrel wielding hillbilly, Er, a Thirteenth Dimension scientist obsessed with Third Dimension musicals, and a cow named Stephen who wishes she could aim her udders.
How is it possible to force someone to be good? Why won’t Jack just eat his peas? And most importantly, how much danger would we be in if cows could actually aim their udders? The answers to these and other trans-dimensional questions lie in a shallow bathtub, which, in reality, is the entrance to the Thirteenth Dimension.
It’s Monty Python meets The Twilight Zone.
by Kamron Klitgaard
Seconds after Red, a beautiful red-headed woman, mysteriously appears in his bathtub, Jack Tingey, a college freshman, who
is just beginning to outgrow his nerd status, is attacked by a Zorklacrot, a strange pink-clad creature from the Thirteenth Dimension, who chases the unlikely pair across the country while they search for a way to stop the impending doom which awaits both dimensions.
Together Jack and Red begin a rescue of the Thirteenth Dimension, which has been conquered by the Supreme Ruler Zorklapher, a tyrant who forces her subjects to be… good.
They are assisted by several fellow heroes, including Lilly, a 105 year old, thirteenth dimensional, nine-foot long rifle barrel wielding hillbilly, Er, a Thirteenth Dimension scientist obsessed with Third Dimension musicals, and a cow named Stephen who wishes she could aim her udders.
How is it possible to force someone to be good? Why won’t Jack just eat his peas? And most importantly, how much danger would we be in if cows could actually aim their udders? The answers to these and other trans-dimensional questions lie in a shallow bathtub, which, in reality, is the entrance to the Thirteenth Dimension.
It’s Monty Python meets The Twilight Zone.
