After Mrs. Mitty came out of the drugstore, they climbed into their automobile, Walter fastened his seat belt, turned on the windscreen wipers and carefully pulled away from the curb. As they drove out of Waterbury it was raining cats and dogs. As he heard Mrs. Mitty mumble to herself,
"Well when it rains, it pours." Suddenly he was higher than the stars. Aboard the Acacia 89. On its way to destroy the meteor about to disintegrate the earth. Commander Walter Mitty stood in front of his crack team of astronauts, giving them a speech to remember,
"Well ladies and gentlemen, we're on a fast track to hells garden. We need to hit that thing dead centre. Close only counts with horseshoes and hand grenades, one wrong move and we're toast. We're between a rock and a hard place with this one, ladies and gentlemen, now, I'm not saying that this is impossible, but don't be counting your chickens before they hatch. " Commander Mitty was a down to earth, nitty gritty type of guy who didn't take orders from anyone. He stood with poise that demanded respect..
"What are you doing!" came the shrill voice of Mrs. Mitty. "You nearly killed us! Why is your head always in the clouds? You'll be the death of me!...."
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