Flash: Martian Gibberish (Adventure)

Fanfiction of the iconic space-adventure comic/franchise of hero Flash Gordon seeking some 'know' against the vile Emperor Ming (for leviathan/uncertainty).

Flash Gordon space-adventure comics/media fanfiction for your Thanksgiving-November season early Sunday dawn/AM. Thanks so much for reading (enjoy!), 

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Flash Gordon didn't know a standard diplomacy media fun trek to the Red Planet aboard the ship Dartmouth alongside the lovely Parisian fashion-world angel-lady Miti would lead to a crash-landing and underground roaming into the labyrinth of Mars where the cruel Emperor Ming dwelt, guarded a legion of sinister and eerie laser-shooting super gorilla soldiers called Dwarves (wow).

FLASH: This shall make for a great storybook for Martian things, Miti (wow).

MITI: You're such a cool masked racer on Earth and good-diplomacy man now!

FLASH: I'm assured by our space-exploration company leader all shall be well.

MITI: What could go wrong with the two of us as great media-diplomats for class?

FLASH: Nothing that's not football greatness on Earth, Miti (sure).

MITI: Were you in France during hat American football media expo, Flash?

FLASH: I was, racing...and I wish I'd met you then, co-adventurer lady (ha).

MITI: Facebook-like.

When Flash and Miti crash-landed and then ended up in a dungeon-cell of mind-warping created by the cruel and ruthless calculator-Martian emperor (Ming), they knew they'd have to come up with plans of genius to match the emperor and move him to some form of a stalemate where he'd consent to their return-voyage to the Blue Planet so they'd simply/honestly report of their secret/underground exchange for 'games' with a Marian of unusual 'know' machinery contoured with their own Earth type (ok).

EMPEROR MING: What's your proposal for Earth-return, heroes?
FLASH: You see Miti and I are in love (deep) and seek intelligence-fiction for you.

EMPEROR MING: Can you run race in my track against my drones for stories?

FLASH: With Miti as my reward-inspiration, there's nothing that's dark here, Ming.

EMPEROR MING: Well, don't fail, Flash...lest I laser-zap you both to paper-ad.

FLASH: Earth's cool, Emperor (cinema-like).

Would you believe Flash/Miti returned to their Blue Planet haven safely/securely aboard their Earthling ship Dartmouth post-laurel of a race-cheer in that Red Planet underground labyrinth-track designed by Ming for some contest of vanity and speed and rails/walls evasions and composure and surrounding-awareness and calm for survival? That's just what happened, friends...and Flash and Miti married once they returned as great space-exploration company diplomacy art(s) messengers for what'd become a (confidential) time-enduring record for Earth philosophers about Ming's Martian agenda...for photo-freeze!

MITI: This pizza and luchi are a perfect blend for Brussels sunrise, hubby.

FLASH: Cool.

MITI: We almost perished...to oblivion, Flash Gordon.

FLASH: Cool.

MITI: You're such a photogenic love-confidante, Flash (ha).

FLASH: Thanx.

MITI: How's our Nasdaq investments going for those video-games, hubby?

FLASH: Martian examination stories friendly for youth/class, my Miti (ok).

MITI: Earth's cool (colored-engineering).

FLASH: Farewell to Ming (Facebook-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)