Light years away from the blue planet, the one some respectfully call Earth, a mighty war raged. A war so massive and all-encompassing, it was galactic in nature. A war so big that not only the survival of whole civilizations, but of whole planets, of whole solar systems and even of whole galaxies was threatened. This conflict, this battle, this war, this flaming altercation of cosmic proportions, this gigantic, galactic, universe-changing event came about because of a simple lack of communication.
Fourteen-year-old Scott Mitchell was a tall, awkward boy with blond, slightly wavy hair and golf course green eyes. Today, like every other day, Scott walked home from school with his next door neighbor and pal, ten-year-old Jimmy Floyd Morristein. (Don’t worry you won’t be tested on his name since everyone who calls him anything just calls him 002—pronounced Double-Oh-Two.)
A brilliant scientist has found two hairs he believes belonged to Wilbur and Orville Wright (inventors of the first airplane). With the hairs and a pinch of DNA from Albert Einstein (a pretty smart guy), he has created two of the greatest minds on the planet. After being rejected by the science community, they are angry. On the other side of town, Lambert T. Houston is breaking out of prison with plans to get Rabbitman. I won’t even mention the tiny alien from a distant galaxy who has claimed ownership of Earth and all of its doo-doo rights.
Good luck Scott and Little Jimmy, you’re going to need it . . . in this hilarious sequel to Adventures of Rabbitman.
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