A Stitch In Time

Revere eyed the man to his right with a growing sense of animosity.

"I don't know why I set foot in that infernal time machine of yours, Franklin," he complained.

"Would you rather be back in 1783, listening to Hancock's monotonous anecdotes?"

Franklin took the silence as a No. With a smile, he adjusted his bifocals and revved up his chainsaw.

"See you on the ground."

Franklin leapt from the jet. He glided onto the back of the saber-toothed tiger, and with the skill of a man not new to battling prehistoric animals, beheaded the monster with one swipe.

"Tax this!"