Rowley in space

107.In a tiny, non-descript neighborhood lived an eleven-year-old boy, Rowley Jefferson. To many, Rowley was just another boy with a vexing propensity for being annoying, an ordinary child with an extraordinary aura of stupidity. But all that was about to change.
One fine day, Rowley and his father, Robert Jefferson, stumbled across a relic from their family’s turbulent past: the weathered capsule of an old rocket. Despite its appearances, the rocket held a charmed legacy, having once belonged to Rowley's great-uncle who was a pioneering astronaut. The only caveat was that his ill-fated venture into the cosmos ended with his head popping due to forgetfulness regarding his helmet.
The innards of the ancient artifact unveiled a world of vicissitudes: moth-eaten space suits, dusty buttons, and a bizarre discovery of a petrified bag of dog feces. Rowley, with his childlike impulsivity, tapped an inviting red button labeled 'Start'. Little did he comprehend the chaotic series of events this single act would unravel.
In a flash, the rocket roared to life, rattling the surrounding terrain and catapulting both Rowley and his father into the black abyss of space. The sudden, gut-churning jerk strained their bodies, as they were flung against the roof with tremendous force. But as the gravitational force faded into nothingness, their bodies floated weightlessly within the ancient capsule.
Robert hastily strapped on the nearest helmet but overlooked the vital stages of securing his space suit. As a consequence of this negligence, the vacuum of space started pulling at his improperly donned clothes. Within moments, the pressure ripped all his material coverings away, leaving a hapless Robert in the buff in outer space.
Meanwhile, down on Earth, an astounded geezer clutching his telescope writhed in shock. For as he trained his lens to the heavens, he saw a peculiar image that he promptly misconstrued as a new planetary discovery, owing to its uncanny similarity to his Earthly anatomy. Sightings of this illusionary 'naked' planet ignited a global frenzy which left Robert's dignity floating somewhere outside the Milky Way.
Rowley, who had been giggling at the unfortunate nudity of his father, suddenly perceived something was horribly wrong. Acting on a nerve spurred by adrenaline, he exited the rocket. To his surprise, his clothes clung to him faithfully in zero-gravity. However, Rowley, channeling the tragic memory of his great-uncle, realized he had overlooked a crucial aspect of his attire: He had forgotten his helmet.
His mind braced for an impending balloon-like head explosion due to space's unforgiving vacuum. Yet, to his astonishment, his head remained intact and his laughter echoed through the lonely space. Seizing this moment as an opportunity to showcase his immunity against the lack of air, Robert tried to remove his helmet. His attempt was thwarted abruptly as a snaking arm of a nearby black hole made an untimely entrance and vacuumed him up, his head popping in the process.
All Rowley could do was laugh heartily at the absurdity of their cosmic misfortune until he felt the force of gravity reclaim him. Hurtling back home, he found himself landing in the very pool where his mother was enjoying her afternoon swim.
Rowley's somewhat soft landing exploded into a tempest of water, splashing everywhere. In that swirling chaos, a tiny, father-like eyeball dropped from the space-bound boy. As his mother scrambled out of the pool, Rowley began spinning his incredible space-trek tale.
In the following days, the photo of the 'naked planet' became a global sensation, and Robert's unfortunate career in interstellar nudity became a story told in hushed tones in every household. Amidst it all, one constant remained: the proud grin on Rowley's face every time he recounted the tale about his unexpectedly adventurous, extremely unlucky father.