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Now i love those stories that frix writes and many others so shall we have this one post made to write one continuos story and see how long we can make it
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FM tried another idea
"Why don't we just wait till the building is empty, then go round the back and jimmy open the fire escape door?"
"You mean, like, at midnight?" asked Bricks.
"Er, I was thinking more like Friday lunchtime..."
They all thought it was a spiffing plan, so they sat down in the carpark to wait.
"Why don't we just wait till the building is empty, then go round the back and jimmy open the fire escape door?"
"You mean, like, at midnight?" asked Bricks.
"Er, I was thinking more like Friday lunchtime..."
They all thought it was a spiffing plan, so they sat down in the carpark to wait.
"Humm..." Fricks said. "Have any of you seen Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail?"
"No."
"Nope."
"No... sorry."
"Good," Grix said, "I can rip it off then, and people will think it's my idea. What we need, is some sort of trojan horse thing, to give to them, so we can get inside... but we hide inside it, and JUMP OUT, to their very suprise."
"Grix?" Ant asked.
"Yes?"
"To be fair, the Trojan Horse used by the Greeks to gain entrance to Troy during the Trojan War. The term trojan horse is so common to us today, that we name a certain type of computer virus after it. Epeius built the original giant horse from wood, and it was told to us by Homer in Book two of Aeneid, not by Monty Python."
"I thought you were the stupid one in all these stories?" Grix asked.
"Yeah, but I thought I'll take a break."
"No."
"Nope."
"No... sorry."
"Good," Grix said, "I can rip it off then, and people will think it's my idea. What we need, is some sort of trojan horse thing, to give to them, so we can get inside... but we hide inside it, and JUMP OUT, to their very suprise."
"Grix?" Ant asked.
"Yes?"
"To be fair, the Trojan Horse used by the Greeks to gain entrance to Troy during the Trojan War. The term trojan horse is so common to us today, that we name a certain type of computer virus after it. Epeius built the original giant horse from wood, and it was told to us by Homer in Book two of Aeneid, not by Monty Python."
"I thought you were the stupid one in all these stories?" Grix asked.
"Yeah, but I thought I'll take a break."
Sniper, with his SAS training and combat skills, decided to go it alone. He called up a mate at Hereford, and 30 minutes later he abseiled onto the roof of SRHQ from a jet black helicopter running on stealth mode.
As the chopper flew off, Sniper ran across the roof, his rubber soled boots making no sound on the creosote beneath him. He reached the edge and unfurled the coil of rope that was around his shoulder.
"Easy..." he muttered to himself as he clipped one end of the high tensile climbing rope to the metal frame that held one part of the upper storey guttering in place. Then he threw out the rope, attached the carabina, fastened it, and launched himself off.
SRHQ was three storeys high. Sniper had a 150ft of rope. He hit the carpark below with all the grace of a jacket potato with coleslaw filling being pummeled with a sledgehammer.
M16 sniggered again, Ant chuckled, and Fritz tried to think of another plan. A cunning one.
As the chopper flew off, Sniper ran across the roof, his rubber soled boots making no sound on the creosote beneath him. He reached the edge and unfurled the coil of rope that was around his shoulder.
"Easy..." he muttered to himself as he clipped one end of the high tensile climbing rope to the metal frame that held one part of the upper storey guttering in place. Then he threw out the rope, attached the carabina, fastened it, and launched himself off.
SRHQ was three storeys high. Sniper had a 150ft of rope. He hit the carpark below with all the grace of a jacket potato with coleslaw filling being pummeled with a sledgehammer.
M16 sniggered again, Ant chuckled, and Fritz tried to think of another plan. A cunning one.
M16 giggled out loud.
“Whose there?!” cried the person in the toilet.
The door swung open and there, left a strange figure with his trousers around his ankles.
It was...
...Absolutely stinking. Rather than risk their eyes being removed by the dense fog created by the person inside, the gang run out of SR headquarters, and into the fresh air... just in time.
"Damn." Grix said.
"Damn." M16 replied.
"Damn damn damn damn damn?" Grix questioned.
"Damn damn damn damn damn damn damn!" Ant exclaimed.
"Ah... Damn damn damn?" Asked Grix.
"Damn." Golden Rhino said.
With that, they all waited patiently, as Grix tried his new plan... he ran to the door...
*DING DONG*
A voice came from the other side of the door...
"Hello? Who is it?"
"Err... it's Fri... err Grix. Can I come in?"
"No! Go away!" The voice shouted back.
Grix turned from the door, and walked to join the rest of the gang.
"Damn."
“Whose there?!” cried the person in the toilet.
The door swung open and there, left a strange figure with his trousers around his ankles.
It was...
...Absolutely stinking. Rather than risk their eyes being removed by the dense fog created by the person inside, the gang run out of SR headquarters, and into the fresh air... just in time.
"Damn." Grix said.
"Damn." M16 replied.
"Damn damn damn damn damn?" Grix questioned.
"Damn damn damn damn damn damn damn!" Ant exclaimed.
"Ah... Damn damn damn?" Asked Grix.
"Damn." Golden Rhino said.
With that, they all waited patiently, as Grix tried his new plan... he ran to the door...
*DING DONG*
A voice came from the other side of the door...
"Hello? Who is it?"
"Err... it's Fri... err Grix. Can I come in?"
"No! Go away!" The voice shouted back.
Grix turned from the door, and walked to join the rest of the gang.
"Damn."
“Okay I’m going to count to 3 then were going to bust in, okay?” whispers er-no.
The group takes their positions.
“1,2…”
“No wait, I have an idea” shouts Ant.
The group sighs, and gives Ant a horrible look.
“What is it?!” demanded Grix.
“Well, I noticed the window is open on the other side of the office, someone could crawl in and sneak up behind Tony and stop him from pressing the alarm bell, then I give the signal and all of you bust in and take as many games as we can”
“That’s not half bad, Ant” replies M16. “I would crawl through the window myself, but as those blasted Easter eggs have caught up with me, I think it would be best if someone else tries to get through there”
Pb offers.
“I will do it, M16” I would get Tony in a headlock and I will hold him hostage, that way Ali will not be able to do anything about it” suggests Pb.
“Where is Ali?” asks Your Honour.
“He had an upset stomach, so his spending some quality timer with the SR toilet, he won’t be bothering us at all today,” says Grix.
The group are still outside discussing how there are going to break in without being seen or heard when all of a sudden someone was coming up the hallway.
“Sharks, who is it?!” demands Golden Rhino.
“We haven’t got time, quick to the toilets!” shouts M16
The group moved swiftly and quietly to the toilets. There were very disturbing voices coming from the cubicle.
“Ewwww, what’s that man?” asks Grix.
“I think its Ali going to the toilet”
The group travveled up to the toilet where the worrying sounds were coming from.
“Damn those stupid shell food rubbish” said the voice.
M16 giggled out loud.
“Whose there?!” cried the person in the toilet.
The door swung open and there, left a strange figure with his trousers around his ankles.
It was...
The group takes their positions.
“1,2…”
“No wait, I have an idea” shouts Ant.
The group sighs, and gives Ant a horrible look.
“What is it?!” demanded Grix.
“Well, I noticed the window is open on the other side of the office, someone could crawl in and sneak up behind Tony and stop him from pressing the alarm bell, then I give the signal and all of you bust in and take as many games as we can”
“That’s not half bad, Ant” replies M16. “I would crawl through the window myself, but as those blasted Easter eggs have caught up with me, I think it would be best if someone else tries to get through there”
Pb offers.
“I will do it, M16” I would get Tony in a headlock and I will hold him hostage, that way Ali will not be able to do anything about it” suggests Pb.
“Where is Ali?” asks Your Honour.
“He had an upset stomach, so his spending some quality timer with the SR toilet, he won’t be bothering us at all today,” says Grix.
The group are still outside discussing how there are going to break in without being seen or heard when all of a sudden someone was coming up the hallway.
“Sharks, who is it?!” demands Golden Rhino.
“We haven’t got time, quick to the toilets!” shouts M16
The group moved swiftly and quietly to the toilets. There were very disturbing voices coming from the cubicle.
“Ewwww, what’s that man?” asks Grix.
“I think its Ali going to the toilet”
The group travveled up to the toilet where the worrying sounds were coming from.
“Damn those stupid shell food rubbish” said the voice.
M16 giggled out loud.
“Whose there?!” cried the person in the toilet.
The door swung open and there, left a strange figure with his trousers around his ankles.
It was...
whaddya think of my idea? I think the rules are good, and it would give everyone a chance to add a bit. It was also keep the story going longer by only one pop a day!
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