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[Somewhere]
Cyclone: “Brian, come here Brian”
Brian: “What is it? Have you finished?”
Cyclone: “Yes Brian, at last they are ready”
Brian: “You mean the…the..”
Cyclone: “The Safety Pins! Mwahahaha!!”
*Thunder clashes*
Brian: “Ahh..” *steps back in awe*
Cyclone: “Now then, lets see what we can do….”
*Manic laughter is heard in the distance*
[Somewhere in Britain]
Cookie Monster: “Hey ‘lil buddy”
Whitestripes: “Howdy partner”
Cookie Monster: “Want to ride the tunnel of love again?”
Whitestripes: “Sure thing”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster clamber into the small love boat as it starts to travel through the tunnel*
Whitestripes: “This sure is cosy….is that your hand?”
Cookie Monster: “Opps, sorry ‘lil buddy”
Whitestripes: “No problem, I do that with my celery all the time”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster stare wondrously at the loving in the tunnel*
Cookie Monster: “My, this is camp”
Whitestripes: “Aww, you big camp, hairy Scottie you”
Cookie Monster: “Say…is that a wench?”
Whitestripes: “I think so Cal. Do you think we should poke it with a sharp pointy object?”
Cookie Monster: “I don’t see any other alternative”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster proceed to poke the wench repeatedly, as the boat nears the end and stops to let them out*
*They get out*
Cookie Monster: “Are you as confused as I am ‘lil buddy?”
Whitestripes: “More so”
[Central Paraguay]
*Gerrid is pootling furiously, whilst AJ is pootling also*
*Paraguay was unusually cold for a Tuesday, AJ had his woolly carrot hat on, Gerrid had wrapped up tight, as he wanted to pootle for many hours, without freezing his gonads to ice*
AJ: *has a sudden realisation* "Gerrid, the wenchmobile cannot survive such unseasonal cold! We must return to our homeland if it is to survive!"
Gerrid: *looking concerned* "I'm still Gerrid from the block" he retorted.
*AJ agreed, and they removed the monkus with six wheels, as it was more durable*
*As they pootled together towards the moon, AJ saw something in the distance*
*He was shocked. Shocked and tired. Very tired. But also Shocked. He unpootled the wenchmobile, and woke Gerrid up furiously*
Gerrid: "Why have we stopped AYJAY?" said Gerrid in a humpherty voice.
*AJ pointed at a small yellow creature in the distance. He uttered a single word, and Gerrid was frozen with fear*
AJ: "Brooboo"
[Somewhere in Britain]
Whitestripes: “Cal, my mind is zinging with pepper sprouts, I think something is amiss”
Cookie Monster: “Could be ‘lil buddy, but how can we be sure?”
Whitestripes: “There is only one way to find out”
*Whitestripes walks through the PortaLoo door*
[Somewhere else]
Whitestripes: “Here we are”
Cookie Monster: “The car?”
Whitestripes: “Is the warning light on”?
Cookie Monster “Yes”
Whitestripes: “Then something is amiss”
Cookie Monster: “I’ll drive”
[Somewhere else in Britain]
Elderly woman: *shrieks* “Where’s my Arthur!”
*A car screeches to a halt nearby*
Elderly woman: “ARTHUR! ARTHUUURRRR!!!”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster hop out of the car and approach the old woman*
Whitestripes: “Here’s your cat ma’am”
Elderly woman: “Oh Arthur! Thankyou very much little girl”
Whitestripes: “err”
Cookie Monster: “mmmmm”
Elderly woman: “Now come along Arthur, we’ll have a cup of tea and I’ve got some nice butterscotch pudding”
Whitestripes: “umm..you do know that cat’s dead ma’am”
Cookie Monster: “Stuffed like a Christmas turkey”
Elderly woman: “Oh no, he’s isn’t dead. He just has a lot on his mind”
Whitestripes: “If you say so ma’am”
Cookie Monster: “Well I guess nothing is amiss anymore”
Whitestripes: “Too true Cal, too true”
Cookie Monster: “So now we can go home”
Whitestripes: “Oh yes Cal, oh yes”
Cookie Monster: “Is there a reason why you’re saying everything twice?”
Whitestripes: “No”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster get back in the car and scream off into the distance*
[Meanwhile, back somewhere]
Cyclone: “Sod. Nothing, absolutely nothing”
Brian: “…er..um..”
Cyclone: “They can’t do anything, they are useless to me. USELESS. How am I going to attack anything with these?”
Brian: “Well perhaps we shouldn’t have used SAFTEY pins…”
Cyclone: “Are you saying this is my fault Brain?”
Brian: “Well..uhh..not..not exactly..but..err..”
Cyclone: “It’s no use Brian, we only have on choice left”
Brian: “What?”
Cyclone: “We must find and retrieve….”
Brian: *tense*
Cyclone: “..The Thing Whitestripes Is Looking For!!”
Brain: “No! Not that!”
Cyclone: “Yes Brian, it’s all we can do now…”
[Back in Paraguay]
*Gerrid and AJ have woken from a tiring sleep. Although exhausted, they configure ways to continue pootling out of the snubby range of the Brooboo*
Gerrid: *Brain Spasm* “We must take the Buxom Wenchmobile far away, in search of the Promised Pootle”
*AJ concurs in a nodding fashion*
AJ: “But I don’t think it is Buxom enough”
Gerrid: *Maybe you are right*
AJ: *Fisheyed* “More wenches”
*Both of them begin to pootle furiously at this point. AJ’s carrot hat begins to sprout*
Gerrid: “We must procure some, WS can help”
AJ: “Where will he be?”
Gerrid: “Somewhere in Britain”
*Gerrid and AJ liquefy into the monkus with 6 wheela and leave for Britain*
Coming in Part 2, Will Gerrid and AJ find Whitestripes and procure some wenches? What is Cyclone’s diabolic plan? And the Pins cometh.
Cyclone: “Brian, come here Brian”
Brian: “What is it? Have you finished?”
Cyclone: “Yes Brian, at last they are ready”
Brian: “You mean the…the..”
Cyclone: “The Safety Pins! Mwahahaha!!”
*Thunder clashes*
Brian: “Ahh..” *steps back in awe*
Cyclone: “Now then, lets see what we can do….”
*Manic laughter is heard in the distance*
[Somewhere in Britain]
Cookie Monster: “Hey ‘lil buddy”
Whitestripes: “Howdy partner”
Cookie Monster: “Want to ride the tunnel of love again?”
Whitestripes: “Sure thing”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster clamber into the small love boat as it starts to travel through the tunnel*
Whitestripes: “This sure is cosy….is that your hand?”
Cookie Monster: “Opps, sorry ‘lil buddy”
Whitestripes: “No problem, I do that with my celery all the time”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster stare wondrously at the loving in the tunnel*
Cookie Monster: “My, this is camp”
Whitestripes: “Aww, you big camp, hairy Scottie you”
Cookie Monster: “Say…is that a wench?”
Whitestripes: “I think so Cal. Do you think we should poke it with a sharp pointy object?”
Cookie Monster: “I don’t see any other alternative”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster proceed to poke the wench repeatedly, as the boat nears the end and stops to let them out*
*They get out*
Cookie Monster: “Are you as confused as I am ‘lil buddy?”
Whitestripes: “More so”
[Central Paraguay]
*Gerrid is pootling furiously, whilst AJ is pootling also*
*Paraguay was unusually cold for a Tuesday, AJ had his woolly carrot hat on, Gerrid had wrapped up tight, as he wanted to pootle for many hours, without freezing his gonads to ice*
AJ: *has a sudden realisation* "Gerrid, the wenchmobile cannot survive such unseasonal cold! We must return to our homeland if it is to survive!"
Gerrid: *looking concerned* "I'm still Gerrid from the block" he retorted.
*AJ agreed, and they removed the monkus with six wheels, as it was more durable*
*As they pootled together towards the moon, AJ saw something in the distance*
*He was shocked. Shocked and tired. Very tired. But also Shocked. He unpootled the wenchmobile, and woke Gerrid up furiously*
Gerrid: "Why have we stopped AYJAY?" said Gerrid in a humpherty voice.
*AJ pointed at a small yellow creature in the distance. He uttered a single word, and Gerrid was frozen with fear*
AJ: "Brooboo"
[Somewhere in Britain]
Whitestripes: “Cal, my mind is zinging with pepper sprouts, I think something is amiss”
Cookie Monster: “Could be ‘lil buddy, but how can we be sure?”
Whitestripes: “There is only one way to find out”
*Whitestripes walks through the PortaLoo door*
[Somewhere else]
Whitestripes: “Here we are”
Cookie Monster: “The car?”
Whitestripes: “Is the warning light on”?
Cookie Monster “Yes”
Whitestripes: “Then something is amiss”
Cookie Monster: “I’ll drive”
[Somewhere else in Britain]
Elderly woman: *shrieks* “Where’s my Arthur!”
*A car screeches to a halt nearby*
Elderly woman: “ARTHUR! ARTHUUURRRR!!!”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster hop out of the car and approach the old woman*
Whitestripes: “Here’s your cat ma’am”
Elderly woman: “Oh Arthur! Thankyou very much little girl”
Whitestripes: “err”
Cookie Monster: “mmmmm”
Elderly woman: “Now come along Arthur, we’ll have a cup of tea and I’ve got some nice butterscotch pudding”
Whitestripes: “umm..you do know that cat’s dead ma’am”
Cookie Monster: “Stuffed like a Christmas turkey”
Elderly woman: “Oh no, he’s isn’t dead. He just has a lot on his mind”
Whitestripes: “If you say so ma’am”
Cookie Monster: “Well I guess nothing is amiss anymore”
Whitestripes: “Too true Cal, too true”
Cookie Monster: “So now we can go home”
Whitestripes: “Oh yes Cal, oh yes”
Cookie Monster: “Is there a reason why you’re saying everything twice?”
Whitestripes: “No”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster get back in the car and scream off into the distance*
[Meanwhile, back somewhere]
Cyclone: “Sod. Nothing, absolutely nothing”
Brian: “…er..um..”
Cyclone: “They can’t do anything, they are useless to me. USELESS. How am I going to attack anything with these?”
Brian: “Well perhaps we shouldn’t have used SAFTEY pins…”
Cyclone: “Are you saying this is my fault Brain?”
Brian: “Well..uhh..not..not exactly..but..err..”
Cyclone: “It’s no use Brian, we only have on choice left”
Brian: “What?”
Cyclone: “We must find and retrieve….”
Brian: *tense*
Cyclone: “..The Thing Whitestripes Is Looking For!!”
Brain: “No! Not that!”
Cyclone: “Yes Brian, it’s all we can do now…”
[Back in Paraguay]
*Gerrid and AJ have woken from a tiring sleep. Although exhausted, they configure ways to continue pootling out of the snubby range of the Brooboo*
Gerrid: *Brain Spasm* “We must take the Buxom Wenchmobile far away, in search of the Promised Pootle”
*AJ concurs in a nodding fashion*
AJ: “But I don’t think it is Buxom enough”
Gerrid: *Maybe you are right*
AJ: *Fisheyed* “More wenches”
*Both of them begin to pootle furiously at this point. AJ’s carrot hat begins to sprout*
Gerrid: “We must procure some, WS can help”
AJ: “Where will he be?”
Gerrid: “Somewhere in Britain”
*Gerrid and AJ liquefy into the monkus with 6 wheela and leave for Britain*
Coming in Part 2, Will Gerrid and AJ find Whitestripes and procure some wenches? What is Cyclone’s diabolic plan? And the Pins cometh.
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Fina wrote:
> *_*
> Remind me to keep a closer eye on him in future...
Yeah, i'll help too!
Let's use his pins against him!
:D
> *_*
> Remind me to keep a closer eye on him in future...
Yeah, i'll help too!
Let's use his pins against him!
:D
Yey, Happy birthday again (a day late)
Read and weep Fina.
This is what your brother gets up to when you're not around...
(it's completely sane)
Read and weep Fina.
This is what your brother gets up to when you're not around...
(it's completely sane)
Well I dont knoe about you, but i'm feeling very 17 today. Yey!
I remember one time, coming down the apples and pears, when I saw a small green man wandering up to the wall on the right hand side of forever. He said to me
"listen young wench, I have forty of those there stairs for a gentleman disposed to wandering such as yourself"
I was much taken aback, and shouted to the halls for neB, but, alas, he did not arrive, as he was verily tramping around outside on his new trike. Oh, those were the days...
"listen young wench, I have forty of those there stairs for a gentleman disposed to wandering such as yourself"
I was much taken aback, and shouted to the halls for neB, but, alas, he did not arrive, as he was verily tramping around outside on his new trike. Oh, those were the days...
Silly! if you spell that backwards, it says ylliS! the ancient pigmy word for apples and pears, which is apparently cockney ryming slang for chairs. Furthermore, most chairs are made out of wood, and therefore, you sir are insulting me for calling me wooden! neB will seek revenge threefold for this outrage!
That doesn't make any sense
you are just being silly
you are just being silly
Whitestripes wrote:
> 'AKA Icy Chelumba'
pfft! AKA stands for Attack, Kill, Ape! you greasy eyed Joe!
> 'AKA Icy Chelumba'
pfft! AKA stands for Attack, Kill, Ape! you greasy eyed Joe!
How twigglest thee this fine morrow?
Bonjour WS.
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