Speaker 1: From the far corners of the unknown come tales of
Speaker 1: new worlds and impossible missions. These are the stories of
Speaker 1: one regular kid called to something, Irregular Adventures a thousand
Speaker 1: light years wide and one afternoon Long Scout Rooks and
Speaker 1: the Astronaugs. From the ordinary streets of Kingstown come tails
Speaker 1: of the extraordinary, a crew of unlikely heroes and a
Speaker 1: galaxy that keeps needing saving. Right after school Salad Rooks
Speaker 1: and the Astronogs.
Speaker 2: Stove Rooks and Tonight Assault on Trios, Episode one. The
Speaker 2: room was dark and Pharaoh couldn't see anything. The air
Speaker 2: was cold, but the surface of the floor he sat
Speaker 2: on and the wall his back was against was warm.
Speaker 2: It was a confusing mix, like the room itself had
Speaker 2: a fever. Pharaoh tried to adjust, tried to get comfortable,
Speaker 2: but the restraints that held his arms together at the
Speaker 2: wrists and his feet together at the ankles only tightened
Speaker 2: the more he moved. They seemed to be triggered by movement.
Speaker 2: They were just as strange, just as alien as the
Speaker 2: temperatures that resided in the dark, dungeon like room. Pharaoh
Speaker 2: should have seen this coming. He should have expected things
Speaker 2: to be different. After all, when you're a prisoner on
Speaker 2: another world far from your own, anything and everything could
Speaker 2: be possible. Pharaoh tried one last time to look around,
Speaker 2: but the lack of light made it impossible to see.
Speaker 2: Beneath the silence, he thought he'd heard rushing water, like
Speaker 2: an underground river. Maybe they're gone, Pharaoh thought to himself,
Speaker 2: that's not a good thing. Hello, Pharaoh called out, attempting
Speaker 2: to make contact. Is anyone out there? Suddenly there was
Speaker 2: a loud rucus from above. Something was still up there.
Speaker 2: Over the noise, he heard a screeching roar. It was
Speaker 2: identical to the one that came from the creature that
Speaker 2: brought him here. They stood upright, wore armor, and had
Speaker 2: the most repulsive faces. As much as Pharaoh wanted out,
Speaker 2: as much as he wanted to go home to his
Speaker 2: own room, in his own house, on his own planet,
Speaker 2: he also wasn't in a rush to see those hideous
Speaker 2: mugs again. Pharaoh decided to remain quiet and not disturb
Speaker 2: the creatures any further. Out of sight, out of mind, right,
Speaker 2: he wasn't sure what they were capable of or what
Speaker 2: they had planned for him. With any hope at all,
Speaker 2: help was on the way, but he knew that was
Speaker 2: a long shot, especially with who was in charge back home.
Speaker 2: Don't let me down, Professor Pharaoh, whispered helplessly to himself.
Speaker 2: Scout Brooks lived only a couple of blocks from Kingstown
Speaker 2: Middle School. He wanted to take the bus to school,
Speaker 2: but because he lived so close, that wasn't in the cards.
Speaker 2: He had always wanted to ride a school bus, those
Speaker 2: glorious long yellow submarines for the roadways. Maybe if I
Speaker 2: leave for school a little earlier each day and walk
Speaker 2: to another neighborhood, I could catch a bus to school.
Speaker 2: Scout thought way in the logistics of that option. Nobody
Speaker 2: pictured his mom or dad spotting him standing at a
Speaker 2: bus stop in another neighborhood. His stomach twisted into a
Speaker 2: nervous knot of guilt, and he quickly erased that dream
Speaker 2: from his head like it was nothing but chalk on
Speaker 2: a chalkboard. Only a couple of minutes after leaving his home,
Speaker 2: he was walking through the entrance of Kingstown Middle School
Speaker 2: for the very first time. It was the first day
Speaker 2: of seventh grade, and despite a long summer of doing
Speaker 2: nothing but convincing himself that he would dominate the school,
Speaker 2: had become popular. On the very first day, nervousness ruptured
Speaker 2: in him like an exploding carbonated beverage. Once he was
Speaker 2: actually in the school, it was a large, two story building.
Speaker 2: The hallways were clogged with students and lined on either
Speaker 2: side with tall, multicolored metal lockers. A Scout walked down
Speaker 2: the first hallway, referencing his class schedule that he printed
Speaker 2: off before he left home. He was immediately stopped dead
Speaker 2: in his tracks by a random kid blocking his way.
Speaker 2: The kid was shorter than Scout and a little wider
Speaker 2: compared to his gangly appearance. He wore glasses and an
Speaker 2: oversized backpack secured tightly to him with both straps. I lost,
Speaker 2: the kid said, his eyes wide like a deer caught
Speaker 2: in a pair of headlights.
Speaker 1: Helped me.
Speaker 2: Scout looked around, but quickly determined that the strange kid,
Speaker 2: who he'd never seen before, was talking to him. What
Speaker 2: can I do, Scott hesitantly asked, I need to find
Speaker 2: my first class, the kid said, handing Scott his schedule.
Speaker 2: Scott looked it over. The page was crumpled and torn
Speaker 2: in multiple spots. It looked like a schedule that had
Speaker 2: been floating around for weeks and not mere minutes before
Speaker 2: the school year even began. Scout zeroed in on the
Speaker 2: first class listed on the scheduled and smiled, Hey, hey,
Speaker 2: your first class is the same as my first class homeroom,
Speaker 2: mister Watson. Great, the strange kid sighed in relief. I
Speaker 2: just follow you. Then, Scout realigned his sense of direction.
Speaker 2: Man pointed down the hallway through the clog of other
Speaker 2: eleven and twelve year olds. This way, he said, follow me.
Speaker 2: Scout led the way, but when he arrived at the classroom,
Speaker 2: he'd come to realize that the strange kid had vanished.
Speaker 2: He was nowhere to be found. He'd either got jammed
Speaker 2: up in the clog or lost again. There was nothing
Speaker 2: more Scout could do. Home room was a new thing
Speaker 2: for Scout. For him, those didn't exist in sixth grade,
Speaker 2: but now coming into seventh grade, he had to assume
Speaker 2: everything was going to be different. His brother had warned
Speaker 2: him about this. It wasn't just a school change, it
Speaker 2: was a life change. Lockers, home room, strange kids lost
Speaker 2: in the hallways. Scout tried to brace himself for whatever
Speaker 2: was coming next. He just had no idea what to
Speaker 2: brace himself for. As mister Watson commanded a roll call,
Speaker 2: shouting out every kid's name at an unnecessarily loud volume.
Speaker 2: The classroom door flew open and inpoured that strange lost kid.
Speaker 2: He tripped and stumbled, spilling out his backpack full of compasses, rulers,
Speaker 2: and unsharpened number two pencils. Half the classroom laughed, while
Speaker 2: the other half was in shock of the complete randomness
Speaker 2: that was unfolding before their eyes. Mister Watson stood in
Speaker 2: front of the downed kid with hands firmly on his hips,
Speaker 2: and you to be he asked, Annoyed, The kid stood
Speaker 2: up and nervously smiled. Yad Chuck, Chuck Taylor, Chuck Taylor.
Speaker 2: Mister Watson mockingly repeated, like the brand of shoes he
Speaker 2: referenced his class roster. As Chuck stood to his feet
Speaker 2: and scooped up all of his tools and pencils. Ah,
Speaker 2: here you are, Chuck Taylor, mister Watson pointed to the
Speaker 2: only empty seat in the back of the room. That's yours.
Speaker 2: Trying not to trip again on the way back there. Embarrassed,
Speaker 2: Chuck walked to the back of the classroom and had
Speaker 2: a seat as the rest of the class tried their
Speaker 2: best to hold back any laughter. By lunchtime, Scout was
Speaker 2: more than ready to eat. All of the nervous and
Speaker 2: awkward energy that had been swimming around inside of him
Speaker 2: since he'd walked into the building had finally settled. Once
Speaker 2: he found an empty lunch table to sit at by himself,
Speaker 2: He opened his brown paper bag and dumped out its contents,
Speaker 2: or rather content. It was just a sandwich, what, Scout exclaimed,
Speaker 2: Where's the rest of it? He double checked the bag
Speaker 2: to confirm that it was in fact empty, and then
Speaker 2: sorrowfully accepted the fact that his mom or dad had
Speaker 2: literally forgotten to pack everything. Either that or his older
Speaker 2: brother Mark had swiped the goods before he left for
Speaker 2: his first day of high school. Frustrated, Scout crumbled the
Speaker 2: brown bag up into a ball and heaved it across
Speaker 2: the cafeteria, unintentionally pelting a kid in the back of
Speaker 2: the head. Oh so sorry, Scott called out. The kid
Speaker 2: turned around, and Scout was stunned to see it was
Speaker 2: Chuck Taylor. Chuck, come on over, he said, trying to
Speaker 2: disguise the bag pelting as just the way to grab
Speaker 2: his attention. Chuck waddle over the Scout's table, setting down
Speaker 2: his lunch trick that carried lukewarm pizza, a cardboard chocolate milk,
Speaker 2: and a cup of syrupy peaches. Why did you throw
Speaker 2: that at me, he asked. I didn't mean it, Scout admitted,
Speaker 2: I was just mad and my lunch was incomplete.
Speaker 1: Oh what happened?
Speaker 2: Either a couple of forgetful parents or a sneaky older brother,
Speaker 2: Scott said, you got to watch those older brothers, Chuck said,
Speaker 2: taking a bite of his pizza. You have one too,
Speaker 2: I take it. No, but I've heard things. Scout looked
Speaker 2: around the cafeteria, taking in the sights and sounds of
Speaker 2: kids that seemed to have already made new friends or
Speaker 2: had things to talk about. It was overwhelming and even
Speaker 2: a little intimidating. Scout turned back to face Chuck. How
Speaker 2: are you late for home room? You were supposed to
Speaker 2: just follow me down the hall launch story, Chuck said,
Speaker 2: slurping a slippery peach from his plastic spoon. Once Scout
Speaker 2: realized Chuck wasn't going to elaborate, he decided to unwrap
Speaker 2: his sandwich from the foil and take a bite. Just then,
Speaker 2: the table shook as another student plopped down on Scout's
Speaker 2: other side. Scout and Chuck both looked. The kid was
Speaker 2: much larger than either of them, wore an oversized Hawaiian
Speaker 2: T shirt, and had his long brown hair pulled back
Speaker 2: into a ponytail. Hi, Scott said. The kid only responded
Speaker 2: with a slight head tilt and wink in Scout's direction
Speaker 2: before he dug into his tray of hot lunch. Scout
Speaker 2: and Chuck exchanged a k awkward glance with one another,
Speaker 2: but he realized the new kid wasn't going to speak.
Speaker 2: Scout tried again, I'm Scout Brooks. This is Chuck Taylor.
Speaker 2: Scout extended his arm for a handshake, but the new
Speaker 2: kid just gawked at it. Finally, you smiled. Yeah, it's
Speaker 2: a pretty good looking forearm, he said, finally, shaking Scout's hand.
Speaker 2: Do you do little bustle workouts for that? Scout shook
Speaker 2: his head. No, Oh, good fool be I'm Phil, the
Speaker 2: kid said Phil Easton. Nice to meet you, Phil, Scout said, yeah,
Speaker 2: chimed in with a mouthful of food. Nice to meet you.
Speaker 2: Phil began to shovel food into his mouth, but still
Speaker 2: somehow spoke with crystal clear unaltered clarity. You guys look
Speaker 2: like fresh seventh grade meat. Phil said, we are. Scott said,
Speaker 2: you're in eighth grade. I assume go, Phil said the
Speaker 2: Scout and Chuck's surprise seventh Just like you, bros. Dan,
Speaker 2: Why did you say it like that? Chuck asked, because
Speaker 2: you got his sound like you fit in. Phil said,
Speaker 2: you got his sound experienced, comfortable, and older than everyone else.
Speaker 2: That's the only way you come into a new school
Speaker 2: a dobb date. I've already told several people I was
Speaker 2: older than them. Scout and Chuck exchanged another awkward glance
Speaker 2: with one another. Phil then reached down deep into his
Speaker 2: backpack and pulled out a brochure that he slapped down
Speaker 2: on the table. At this, Phil said, this brochure is
Speaker 2: filled with every after school club the school offers, from
Speaker 2: chess club to computer club. Leave it offer a computer
Speaker 2: chess club by advice, joyed, one of these clubs locked
Speaker 2: you in and level up above the rest. You'll get
Speaker 2: people talking, you'll kick start your lure. Scott pulled a
Speaker 2: brochure closer and studied it. The front had an image
Speaker 2: of the school and the words after school awesomeness scrawled
Speaker 2: across the top and have fun over the top front.
Speaker 2: Of course, Scout thought, after school clubs, that'll make the
Speaker 2: new school year interesting and fun. Can I take this pro? Sure?
Speaker 2: Scout asked? Sure? Bro Phil said, I have plenty more
Speaker 2: where that cave drub two, he said, leaning over to
Speaker 2: grab Chuck's attention. Chuck just waved him off. Nah yo yo,
Speaker 2: and not for me. I have an after school job.
Speaker 2: No time for clubs, he said. What's your job? Scout asked,
Speaker 2: but Chuck refused to say, whether it was embarrassment or
Speaker 2: something he wasn't allowed to say. Well, Chuck's job would
Speaker 2: remain a mystery now. When Scout got home for the day,
Speaker 2: he kicked off his shoes and heated up a plate
Speaker 2: of ruffled potato chips with melted string cheese weaved over
Speaker 2: top of them. He sat in front of the TV
Speaker 2: and scrolled through the streaming apps. There were dozens, so
Speaker 2: many choices. It was something that his dad despised for
Speaker 2: some reason, always claiming that things were better when streaming
Speaker 2: didn't exist. His mom seemed indifferent, usually only caring when
Speaker 2: something on TV had to do with plants or propagating
Speaker 2: and Mark well, he wasn't the TV guy at all.
Speaker 2: He was more of a music bro. He'd sit in
Speaker 2: his room all day and all night cranking tunes from
Speaker 2: an old CD player their dad passed down to them.
Speaker 2: Music club, Scout thought, reaching down to his backpack on
Speaker 2: the floor and pulling out the brochure that Phil had
Speaker 2: given him at lunch. He flipped through and saw that
Speaker 2: there was a music club too, actually, one for playing
Speaker 2: and one for talking about it. Scout continued to flip
Speaker 2: through the brochure, taking Phil's advice to heart. Join a club,
Speaker 2: lock in, and level up above the rest. Kick start
Speaker 2: my llure, Scout chuckled to himself. Phil was a strange character,
Speaker 2: awkward and dissimilar to anyone else he'd met throughout the day.
Speaker 2: The only other one closest to matching Phil's eccentric personality
Speaker 2: was Chuck. How did I stumble across the two most
Speaker 2: unusual kids in the entire school on the first day,
Speaker 2: Scout thought, and we're all friends now. Well. As odd
Speaker 2: as Chuck and Phil might have seemed, Scout couldn't help
Speaker 2: a smile at the thought of making two friends on
Speaker 2: the first day of middle school. That had to have
Speaker 2: been some sort of record, As he continued to leave.
Speaker 2: Through the pages of the brochure, Scout stopped on one
Speaker 2: page in particular, there was a picture of a cartoon
Speaker 2: spaceship exploding out of a planet below the m with
Speaker 2: the words the astro Nogs Kingstown Middle School Astronomy Club.
Speaker 2: Scout couldn't lie to himself. The picture that was photoshopped
Speaker 2: together to entice interest in the club was brilliant. It
Speaker 2: was like he could actually picture himself flying the spaceship
Speaker 2: away from the exploding planet, or at least a barrage
Speaker 2: of lasers. Reading through the description, Scout found out that
Speaker 2: the Astronogs wouldn't meet on Fridays immediately after school in
Speaker 2: the library and was spearheaded by the school's astronomy teacher,
Speaker 2: Professor Edward Nogg. Professor Scout wondered why Professor when all
Speaker 2: the other teachers began with a mister or missus. Either way,
Speaker 2: the teacher's honorary title didn't matter. All that mattered was
Speaker 2: if the club would live up to the image and
Speaker 2: the brochure, And on Friday, immediately after school, Scott planned
Speaker 2: to find out. The rest of the week seemed to
Speaker 2: take forever. Each day it was a carbon copy of
Speaker 2: the one that came before it. Chuck was late to
Speaker 2: home room each day. Scout's launch was somehow incomplete every
Speaker 2: single time, and the stress of the new year and
Speaker 2: a new school continued to mount. Scout was just praying
Speaker 2: that joining the Astronogs would bring meaning, purpose and excitement
Speaker 2: to the school year, not to mention kickstart his lore
Speaker 2: otherwise he was ready to just throw in the towel
Speaker 2: and pretend to be sick for the rest of it.
Speaker 2: Early on set Shrinkle Mules too jam, He'd be ready
Speaker 2: to pull out anything he needed to in order to
Speaker 2: stay home. But finally Friday arrived and the moment of
Speaker 2: truth was about to be revealed. Would the Astronaugs save
Speaker 2: Scout's school year or just be another dud to add
Speaker 2: to the list. Once the final bell for the day rang,
Speaker 2: Scout made his way up to the second floor and
Speaker 2: followed a long glass window down to the entrance of
Speaker 2: the library. He walked in and went straight to the desk,
Speaker 2: where a middle aged woman sat behind a name plate
Speaker 2: that said Henrietta. Scout smiled, Hi, I'm looking for mister Nogg.
Speaker 2: Henriette looked up from the book she was reading. Her
Speaker 2: hair was wild and poofy, and she wore glasses that
Speaker 2: sat on the tip of her nose. I mean Professor Nogg,
Speaker 2: she corrected him. Sure, Scout said, is this where the
Speaker 2: astro nogs meet? Henrietta pointed off to her left without
Speaker 2: saying another word. Scout followed her direction and sauntered off
Speaker 2: to a small, empty lounge area. He sat down in
Speaker 2: one of the chairs and looked around, wondering if he
Speaker 2: was even in the right place to begin with. He
Speaker 2: looked back at Henrietta, who had already returned to reading
Speaker 2: her book. Is this the waiting area, Scout called out.
Speaker 2: Henrietta snapped her head toward him and hushed him fiercely,
Speaker 2: before slowly looking back down into her book. Scout took
Speaker 2: a deep breath. This school was filled with weirdos. He
Speaker 2: sat back in his seat and looked off in the
Speaker 2: other direction, where he was instantly startled by the appearance
Speaker 2: of a man standing in an open doorway along the
Speaker 2: side wall of the library. The man was tall and skinny, bawled,
Speaker 2: with thick framed glasses on his face, and wore a
Speaker 2: long white lab coat that dusted the ground. He pointed
Speaker 2: to Scout, are you here for the Astro and Noggs.
Speaker 2: The man called out to Scout. Scout only nodded, still
Speaker 2: trying to settle his heart from the jump scare of
Speaker 2: the man's abrupt, statuesque appearance. Come with me, the man said, pensitantly.
Speaker 2: Scout stood up, gripped the strap of his backpack, and
Speaker 2: followed the man through the doorway. Once he was inside,
Speaker 2: the man closed the door and sat down at a
Speaker 2: metallic desk that was lined with small blinking lights. Scout
Speaker 2: sat down in the only other chair and examined the room.
Speaker 2: He looked at the motivational space posters on the walls,
Speaker 2: the Astros Scientists certification certificates framed on the wall with
Speaker 2: Professor Edward Nogg's name on them, and then eye the
Speaker 2: large metal door behind the desk that looked out of
Speaker 2: place and appeared wanted by a digital keypad. Scout nervously swallowed.
Speaker 2: Is this a club or a job interview? He asked
Speaker 2: as a joke, but also he wasn't so sure. The
Speaker 2: tension in the room was as thick as molasses. Whatever
Speaker 2: that was, This wasn't how he imagined an after school
Speaker 2: club to be. Was there a vetting process, a series
Speaker 2: of trials that would determine if you were worthy enough
Speaker 2: to discuss stars and nebulas. You're the only one who
Speaker 2: signed up, Professor Nogg said, Do you know what that means?
Speaker 2: Scout shook his head. It means you were the chosen one.
Speaker 2: Scout sat in silence, letting the professor's words sink in.
Speaker 2: They seemed epic, but didn't make a whole lot of sense.
Speaker 2: It was just an after school club chosen for what.
Speaker 2: Scout cautiously inquired, what's your name? No, Ben, asked Scout Brooks. Well,
Speaker 2: Scout Brooks, you have been chosen to be an intergalactic
Speaker 2: space hero. Scout laughed. At least the professor had a
Speaker 2: sense of humor that would hopefully make the club fun.
Speaker 2: But as Scout laughed, he noticed the professor didn't. His
Speaker 2: face was straight and serious and old. This isn't a joke,
Speaker 2: Scout Nogg said, sliding a digital pad across the table,
Speaker 2: sign this. From here on out, you were not allowed
Speaker 2: to discuss the astronogus with anyone for any reason. Scout
Speaker 2: was dumbfounded. This had to have been a joke, either
Speaker 2: a joke or a really strange dream. This isn't a dream,
Speaker 2: Nog said, or a joke. I'm sure that's what you're thinking.
Speaker 2: Can you read my mind? Scout asked, no, not yet,
Speaker 2: that'll be next week. Scout had no choice but to
Speaker 2: believe that he was indeed in a dream and signed
Speaker 2: his name on the digital pad. Nog took it back
Speaker 2: and locked in Scout's sloppy signature. Welcome aboard, Nogg said,
Speaker 2: leaning down next to the desk, picking up a cardboard
Speaker 2: box and setting it down in front of Scout. Within
Speaker 2: this box, you'll find your homework study up next Friday,
Speaker 2: the Astronoggs will really start to make sense. Time is crucial,
Speaker 2: lives are in danger. Could I trust you? Scout nodded,
Speaker 2: accepting the box into his hands and expecting to wake
Speaker 2: up at any moment. Perfect Nogg said, See you next Friday,
Speaker 2: same time, same place. Sure thing, Scout said with a wink,
Speaker 2: Knowing his next dream would be something completely different and
Speaker 2: probably involve him single handedly winning the World Series or
Speaker 2: climbing the world's tallest mountain on rollerblades. He picked up
Speaker 2: the box and left Nogg's all office in the rear
Speaker 2: of the library. However, on his walk home, as an
Speaker 2: early September breeze blew through Kingstown and tickled the fine
Speaker 2: blonde hairs on his arms and the back of his neck.
Speaker 2: The reality of everything sank in. Scout wasn't dreaming. That
Speaker 2: Astronomy Club assessment was as real as the box in
Speaker 2: his hand and the mysterious homework contents inside another not
Speaker 2: twisted in his stomach. This one was a fair mix
Speaker 2: of anxious curiosity and instant regret. Professor Nogg's echoing words
Speaker 2: lingered in the back of Scout's head. Time is crucial.
Speaker 2: Lives are in danger. Pharaoh must have fallen asleep, because
Speaker 2: when he heard the loud, metallic clang of a large door,
Speaker 2: he opened his eyes and had momentarily forgotten where he was.
Speaker 2: It quickly came back to him as a bright light
Speaker 2: shined in on him from above. He was on an
Speaker 2: alien place, It far from home. He heard the screeching
Speaker 2: roars of his captors above, and then watched as a
Speaker 2: shimmering metal chain was lowered down to his level. Descending
Speaker 2: down the chair was one of them. This one was
Speaker 2: decked out in a full suit of armor, scratched with
Speaker 2: strange alien markings and glowing lights. When the hulking figure
Speaker 2: faced Pharaoh. He noticed the helmet it wore. It was
Speaker 2: heavy duty and gave off a sinister appearance, hiding its
Speaker 2: even more grotesque natural face underneath. The creature spoke through
Speaker 2: a communicator on the front of its helmet. It reverberated
Speaker 2: with robotic tonality. Stand to your feet, earth laying, the
Speaker 2: creature commanded. Pharaoh didn't take any chances. He scrambled to
Speaker 2: his feet as quickly as he could while still in
Speaker 2: his ankle and wrist restraints. The creature then pulled a
Speaker 2: separate chain away from the first one and attached it
Speaker 2: to Pharaoh's wrist restraints. The creature looked up once Pharaoh
Speaker 2: was secured and shouted, paul him up.
Speaker 1: Wait.
Speaker 2: Pharaoh pleaded, where are you taking me? But before he
Speaker 2: was able to get an answer, the chain retracted back
Speaker 2: up toward the surface and took Pharaoh with it. Felt
Speaker 2: the human, the creature said to itself as he watched
Speaker 2: Pharaoh disappear out of sight. Your's sacrifice will soon come.
Speaker 2: Scout Brooks has just been named the Chosen One, but
Speaker 2: chosen for what exactly? Somewhere out among the stars, a
Speaker 2: man named Pharaoh sits chained in the dark, waiting for
Speaker 2: a rescue he doesn't even know is coming. What's hiding
Speaker 2: inside that mysterious box of homework? Will Scout's new friends
Speaker 2: ever believe what he stumbled into? And what does Professor
Speaker 2: Nag really have planned for one ordinary seventh grader? Find
Speaker 2: out next time on Scout Brooks and the Astronougus.
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Speaker 2: Terror's special presentation of Scout Brooks and the Astronous Assault
Speaker 2: on Thrios. Where is Pharaoh? How did he get there?
Speaker 2: And what exactly does Professor Nogg have in store for Scout?
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