A platypus was found fixing a steam locomotive in Pet-dustrial. A colossal ship was docked nearby.
“Ah! Welcome to Pet-dustrial, a functioning exhibit of the First Pet-dustrial Revolution! The time when things started getting more efficient! The time when machines designed to mass-produce became commonplace! The time when steam locomotives came in! This place here is how most pets get here. Some take the ships, while others take the train!”
“Where does the train go?”
“Ah, this train is very long-distance. This is actually the second station. The first station is in Fantastic Frontier. It’s called Mount Petmore Station, and this station is called Pet-dustrial Station. Very long-distance, but good for pets living near Fantastic Frontier who are on a budget! However, it’s been a long time since anyone’s used these, so I have to spiffy them up every now and then so they don’t rust.”
“Alright then. Once I demolish these walls, get ready, because I’ve got a lot of work for you to do.”
“What’s that?”
“Let’s just say that after a long time, you’ll finally able to put some pets in those vehicles of yours.”
19 walls and 17 days later, Angie started rounding up the pets she rescued from the other areas. From Dino Dynasty to Vaunted Villa, she gathered pets, chaperones, and other travellers so they could go home. She also gathered pets who came from the Pet-dustrial walls.
“Oh, my!” The platypus went as the flood of pets filled Pet-dustrial. “I don’t know if I can handle this much! I’ve only got one ship and one train!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you!” Angie replied. “The ship can hold a lot of pets, and we can ask the captain to make multiple stops. However, we can only take them to any kingdom from Animal Kingdom to Mythical Meadow, but Enchanted Pastures and Wacky Wonderland are out of the question because there’s not enough water there!”
“Alright then. I don’t have a megaphone, a microphone, or anything like that! How can I call their attention?” The platypus worried.
“You make the announcement! I’ll call their attention!” Angie shouted back before blowing her shell horn.
“Alright, everybody!” The platypus shouted at the top of his lungs. “If you wish to go to Animal Kingdom, Mystic Path, Lost and Foundland, Valley of Wonder, Fable Forest, or Mythical Meadow, please line up by destination near the ship, over there. For those traveling to Fantastic Frontier, please line up in front of the train. For those traveling to Enchanted Pastures or Wacky Wonderland, line up at the ship, alight at Fable Forest, and take a carpet to your final destination. For those who wish to go to Harmony Hills or any kingdom or region beyond that, then we are sorry to say that we cannot take you to that destination yet. This service is free.” He then repeated this announcement 5 times until both the train and the ship reached full capacity.
“Alright then!” The platypus announced once again. “Both the train and the ship are now at full capacity. Please do not force their doors and try to go inside. If you were unable to board, please book a room at Brilliant Rejuvenation and wait until further notice. If you were able to board either of our transportation vehicles, your vehicle will leave in 10 minutes.”
“Thank you, Angie.” The platypus panted once the train and ship had left. “I owe you one.” He shook her hand before Angie went down the stairs to Sleuth Street.
A beige hummingbird with a black and pink head hopped around a red-carpeted floor.
“Ah, you’ve just arrived at Sleuth Street.” It informed Angie.
“I see, and I’m here to break the walls.”
“Isn’t that… impossible?”
“No, it’s entirely possible. I get the drill, so what part of history is this?”
“None, actually. There’s quite a bit of a time gap, so this street is the transition to the Contemporary Period, from 1945 to the present.”
“Hrm, so I see.”
A fortnight and 11 walls later, Angie laid eyes on the second rocket she had encountered on her journey so far. This time it was purple with three white stripes, not a checkerboard of red and white like on the last one. (See Chapter 10)
“Space Race! Rocket Race! A race to get a pet to the moon!” A mouse donned in astronaut gear shouted.
“Pardon me, but may I cross over there?” Angie politely asked. “I’ve got to break the walls, but I don’t want this rocket to accidentally blast off or something.”
“Why, yes, you may. This rocket ain’t real. It’s just an exhibit.”
“Right. One can’t just put rockets without making a bunch of barricades so little puppies, kitties, and the like don’t get to close to it and blow the whole thing.”
“Well, yes, we try to make this very safe for everyone, you know.”
In 15 days, Angie made it out of the rocket exhibit and proceeded onto a field of flowers and rainbows. A bunny with a fringe jacket and colourful headband waved signs and chanted out, “Peace and love! Love, not war! Let’s give peace a chance, shall we? Let’s end the war before it ends US!”
“Excuse me, but what’s all this about?”
“War. Specifically, pets protesting against it. Pets like these were called “hippies”. They were not like normal pets. We grew our fur long, and we wore sandals, beads, and psychedelic colors. We protested against the war, all right, but that wasn’t about political involvements. It was more about breaking away from the norm, creating our own lifestyles. Omnivores became vegetarians, we made our own small businesses, and we promoted openness and tolerance.”
“Wow, being a hippie sounds like a good thing.”
“We had some bad traits, but I won’t mention them because there are young pets here. This may not be safe for their little ears.”
“Of course. I just remembered that I should be breaking some walls.”
The time it took to break all the walls was much shorter than usual. This time, it took a mere 9 days to clear them all. It may have been a clutter of colors there, but that was nothing compared to the next area, which was an absolute mess of wires, cables, and electronic devices.
“Welp, welcome to the age of information and technology.” An incredibly round tabby said. “The age when things began changing fast. The time when our economy started being built upon information tech, like the gadgets you see here. The time when information became available right at our fingertips. So useful, yet extremely dangerous if you overuse it.”
“Well, now is your opportunity to stand up and get moving.” Angie replied. “I’ve got some walls to break here, and they require a lot of climbing. Maybe you should take this opportunity to lose weight?”
“Well, you’re darn right.” The tabby acknowledged. “I’ve been sittin’ for so long that I’ve become a lump!”
“Alright, let’s start.”
Angie would direct the other cat where to climb and where to tap the blocks. She made the other cat stick to the low blocks so that if she lost her grip, she wouldn’t have far to fall. At last, 15 more walls later, Angie was ready to go, and the round cat was slightly less round.
“Alright, let me punch in the codes to open this panel up so you can go to the next world. Thanks for gettin’ that weight off me.” After some typing on a keyboard, one of the computer’s screens opened up, revealing a hollow space for Angie to crawl into.
*****DISCLAIMER*****
This is an unofficial fanmade story of Pet Rescue Saga. Characters and map illustrations belong to King Digital Entertainment. Infringement of any kind is not intended. This is intended to be non-profit and purely for entertainment purposes.
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Story: Created by me
Appearance of characters (Except for Angie’s parents): King Digital Entertainment
Character personalities: Created by me
Names of locations: King Digital Entertainment
Screenshots: Captured by me from the mobile version of Pet Rescue Saga
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