He pointed to the Boss’ hand, still on top of the prototype on the table, and said, “The prototype is capable of only one transport. It will get us to 1978 in Ridgewood, New Jersey, then we’re on our own. If we don’t intercept the Ching, we’ll be stuck in the seventies for good.” 

“All right, guys, make way,” Joe called out. He swung through the door with a stack of a pizzas piled up to his chin and a brown paper bag balancing on top of them. 

“OK, what’d I miss?” He mumbled through the giant garlic knot stuffed in his mouth. He put the boxes down on the big conference room table and said, checking each item off on a finger as he went, “We’ve got the one prototype, and it has only one transport to get us back to 1978, which gives us one chance to recapture the Ching from the Tomato and the Cornstalk, and then we’ll have control of the most powerful electronic device ever. That about sum it up?” 

Everyone gaped. Joe had actually gotten it all right for once. Chief shook his head, astonishd. “Pizza time!” 

Page 73