Tea had a wonderful effect on her. Sipping it slowly, she felt the strength returning to her tired system.
atomic ray guns.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah. See me get that one, Smith?" screamed the captain murderously. "Right in the belly, look at the guts. Ah-ah-ah-ah. Big spiders, about twenty feet tall. There's some more. Make every shot count, Smith. We gotta make the ship before they do."
"I just blasted five of 'em with one shot," bragged Lt. Smith, leveling his pistol at a particularly large alien and watching it dissolve.
Fighting their way desperately across the parking lot the spacemen finally made the Smith family car in safety. "Blast off immediately, Lt. Smith," ordered the captain. The rocket wavered for a minute and rose. "Wait a minute, Smith. I seen Rocky Morgan do this once in a comic book. No member of the Space Patrol lets an alien get away alive. We got to kill 'em all. Head back and we'll get the rest of 'em with the hydrogen artillery." Accordingly the ship swept low over the strange planet. "Ah-ah-ah-ah." Twin sheets of imaginary flame burst from the rocket and the remainder of the fa
A different sort of time-travel story. Mrs. Mimms is an operative from the future, sent to the past to change it. None of the big things can be changed, but the little things--patching up an argument so a baby gets born, convincing a couple of kids to give up TV and read books--those sorts of things can help the future and only require small tweaks.
The protagonist is a sweet character.