"Girls? Well, what do you know about that? I never noticed!"
"Yeah, I'll bet you didn't!" said Tom.
"Well, they are trim little space dolls. And there are three of them!"
"Come on, Astro," sighed Tom. "We have to give the little boy his fun."
They walked toward the stand where Simms was still making his pitch to the crowd.
"Just five more seats left, ladies and gentlemen, only five chances to blast into space ..."
Tom stepped up and put three credits on the counter. "Three, please," he said.
Simms looked down and suddenly stopped his harangue. His eyes narrowed with suspicion as he saw the three cadets standing before him. Hesitating, he glanced around, seemingly looking for help. Then, shrugging his shoulders, he handed over the tickets and turned to the crowd. "Three tickets for the Space Cadets, who live out there in space. Just can't stay away from it, eh, boys?"
"I only hope that tub of yours holds together," said Tom.
Simms snarled out of the side of his mouth, "Shut up, wise guy!" And then continued aloud, "Yes, Space Cadet, I agree with you. Everyone should take a trip into space."