Take Me To Madagascar Please

Take me to Madagascar, I said. The time travel machine turned a brilliant red. Pushed down hard on the acceleration ped, We were soon at Archipelago’s head. I thought these animals were all dead. Said Cousin Pete, who is totally unread. Did not know where to start, where to first tread. Madagascar is an adventure, better than bread. Saw a strange creature very well-fed, It began to chase our chief engineer, Zed. Never did like him, said first mate named Fred. We heard screams coming from office of Ed. I bedded down with Joe, of whom I am wed. Others were screaming; we were quiet instead. Next morning Ed said he would take over job of Ned. We decided that night to sleep in the shed. Tracked animals wherever they led. Monkey-like beings had created a bobsled. Photographer greeted them, his name was Ted. That night we heard more screams – was it Fred? They’ve got Zed, Ned, and Ted, said the bobsled. A talking bobsled? And one when cut also bled? We ran to the spaceship, whose lights were blinking red. And never spoke of Madagascar again; a sad sorry thread.