Nov 11
Click for larger imageMister Peabody Comments: Tom Swift and the Robot Xmas Tree
Published 1961
(Average: 5.71 out of 10)
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Mister Peabody Comments: Tom Swift and the Robot Xmas Tree
Published 1961
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November 11th, 2020 at 9:50 am
Not as good as the previous year’s Visitor from Planet IX.
November 11th, 2020 at 12:44 pm
“Hold on tight or we’ll both fall into that abstract landscape below us,” Tom said condescendingly.
November 11th, 2020 at 1:10 pm
That scamp. Leave it to Tom Jr to try and turn a Dalek into a nuclear powered Xmas tree.
November 11th, 2020 at 2:56 pm
Americans just don’t get Guy Fawkes Night.
November 11th, 2020 at 3:25 pm
It’s looks like the result of a Dalek mating with a Christmas-themed pinball machine but I quite like it.
November 11th, 2020 at 4:03 pm
Good thing they’re wearing their lava-proof Big Boy pants.
November 11th, 2020 at 7:00 pm
Project Gutenberg e-book w/ a spiffier copy of the cover and internal illustrations.
“Dad, I just got a reaction to my sense-of-touch experiment!”
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/17985/17985-h/17985-h.htm
November 12th, 2020 at 12:23 am
“Take your greasy manipulators off me, you damn dirty organic units!” NOMAD said contemptuously.
November 12th, 2020 at 2:16 am
“Noooooooooo, you crazy robot! You’re not a lemming! Stay away from that cliff!”
November 12th, 2020 at 2:44 am
@Fred: I glanced over the text in your link and noted that there is a character named Narko. That much supply much amusement to any nostalgic stoners reading it.
“I dared not relax from my role as a spy for a moment,” Narko added. “I even grabbed the chance to plant that cache of firearms in Latty’s cellar to convince any rebel agents who might be watching me that I was on their side.”
And here’s some choice dialogue:
Chow let out a yelp of rage. “Why, you sneakin’, double-dyed, bushwhackin’ polecat!” the old Westerner bellowed. “We shoulda kept you hawg-tied, ‘stead o’ lettin’ you go free!”
November 12th, 2020 at 3:11 am
You think the text is good, you should check out the public domain audiobook on librivox.org….
November 12th, 2020 at 10:02 am
“Chow?” Sounds more like an old easterner than an old westerner. [1] Or, in the manner of many sidekick types of the era, is he named after his sole character trait, an abiding interest in steady meals?
[1] ObSFReference: Hong on the Range https://www.amazon.com/Hong-Range-Millennium-Book-William/dp/0802768628
November 13th, 2020 at 2:39 am
@Bruce (Prev):
“Chow” Winkler was a old chuckwagon cook from Texas, who ended up as the cook at Swift Enterprises.
Thus the manner of speech, trite and hackneyed though it is.
November 14th, 2020 at 4:17 am
Tom Jr. sure gets menaced by lava a lot, doesn’t he? Exploding lava fountains whether he’s putting up the Dalek Xmas tree or whatever it was in the Antarctic. And it seems he’s the one causing it, in areas not heretofore known for it.
“Gosh, look at that,” Tom said glowingly.
@fred: There was literally an “As you know, Tom” on the first page! Before we got to Narko and the puissant Chow, expostulating thusly:
“Brand my tumbleweed salad,” Chow grumbled, “he sure wasn’t takin’ no chances on people findin’ out who he is! Which proves he’s some sort o’ crooked cowpoke! Honest ones ain’t afeared o’ showin’ their own brand!”
The first sentence is purest gibberish, I can assure you, coming from a place with both tumbleweeds and branded cows. The rest of it isn’t even “proper” old-timey cowpoke speak — it would have been “he sure weren’t”.
But as the cattle drive chuckwagon was long extinct by 1961, except as a tourist attraction, I suspect Chow ain’t showin’ his own brand either. Unless maybe Tom fetched him via time machine?
Or everyone involved is from… gasp… New York City?
July 16th, 2021 at 1:15 pm
I distinctly remember once owning a wind-up toy like that when I was a wee lad – but it didn’t have a tiny Tom Swift clinging to it.