The House On Maple Street

It was a perfect liftoff. Everything checks out, your velocity is steady. Congratulations, the launch was a success. 

It had been a long, pain staking process, but the Burdick residence had earned the distinction of being space-worthy and there had been no option to go but up. The house was successfully zipping past Mars when mission control popped in with another check:

Your speed is greater than calculated in simulations, but integrity readings are within acceptable levels. All of us here in Houston are just... well we're in awe of what we're seeing up here on the big board. Doctor Burdick, your work has inspired many of us down here. The advances in rocket technology cannot even be fathomed yet. We hope you're all doing all right up there. Send the signal if so.

218 Maple Street had been the home of the Burdick family for just over ten years. It was a square but pointy house, particularly on the upper level, where two third story windows poked out behind a steep wind resistant roof. For nearly a decade the basement had been slowly transformed into a giant engine, slowly gaining fuel, energy and the material for combustion. When the time finally came for launch, everything on the Periodic Table that happened to be lying around was thrown into the mouth of the engine. It reacted powerfully, and up the house went into the sky.

Check in, check check. We haven't received a visual report in a while. Our telemetry indicates you're just zipping past the rings of Saturn and we'd like to request a visual if possible. Please check in, requesting a visual of Saturn rings, over.

The house tore through cold empty space with unrecorded speed. Around Neptune a gravitational pull made it spin off axis and Mission Control for a moment ordered the Burdick home to abort the mission. The unexpected gravity thrust the house further away from the sun's orbit, unexpectedly, and it flew past The Dwarf Formerly Known As Planet Pluto within an hour. This was well beyond the boundaries of the mission, but the house kept on speeding away.

Doctor Burdick, we are losing contact. You are passing the boundaries of our communication. Abort. Repeat, Doctor Burdick, we are losing contact. Abort the mission and return to Earth. We can only monitor your progress and send messages for another------------------

Into a solar system with planets unknown to anyone of the Sol System, an odd spacecraft entered with atypical navigation. The strange craft lost flight and fell into the fourth planet, surviving the entry into atmosphere thanks to smart engineering, and landed in the middle of some farmland right next to an ocean. The locals came out to see this bizarre visitor, with the strange pointed roof that had smashed into their tall blue honeyfields. The front door of the house opened... and nothing was ever the same.