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 Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 2:03 pm
Snow! The parking lot of Party Pirates: Dinner and Tournament was full of it! Sid was tempted to run out between the cars stopped at the entrance to the building and scoop some up, but he knew that this wasn't one of those times he could disobey his uncle and just get yelled at a little. This was Serious, and if he didn't obey, someone would take him away to Tickletown.
His guardian was back inside at the moment, looking for the scarf Sid had misplaced, and the Hiccup was all alone, looking up at the flashing pirate sign and at the superhero sign and the sign with a gun on it and the $hop $mart sign all the way at the bottom as the fat white flakes fluttered past.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 1:34 pm
Jack was being lead by the hand by an impatient Mishka, who was in turn being lead by a lumpy, squat figure wrapped up in several jackets that didn't quite obscure a rattish face and alarmingly large teeth.
"Don't want CHICKEN," Mishka snapped at Ratface. "Wanted PIZZA."
"Mi' 'ave pisa," Ratface said indulgently, lisping through his teeth. " 'Ack mi' wan' 'hikkin."
"Might," Jack chimed in, nodding. "Might."
Mishka gave a tremendous snort.
"Boys're stupid," she said, wrenching free and scuttling away to Mama Luccio's Pizzeria across the street. Ratface gave a yelp and waddled after her, leaving Jack by himself, stranded in the parking lot.
"...uh...?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 5:18 pm
Sid looked away from his sign and the lovely snow just in time to see a rat in some coats leave behind a gray kid with wings on his arms. He hurried out between the parked cars he wasn't supposed to hurry out between and said, "Hey! Hey hey! Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey!" waving his arms around like a windmill on meth. "What're you doin'?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 6:58 am
Jack wrung his hands awkwardly, staring wide-eyed at Sid.
"Uh," he said. "Thtanding. An waithing for Mithka to come bath."
Clearly, he still hadn't mastered specific sounds with the beak. He blushed a darker gray at his silly words and quickly changed the subject.
"Wuh are hoo hoing?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 6:46 pm
"Hooooooooooooo," Sid said. He didn't know anyone named Hoo and he certainly didn't know what he was doing at the moment, whoever he was. "Um, I dunno 'bout Hoo, but I'm waiting for my uncle to get my scarf. We just saw some pirates and I'm Sid."
He had learned it was best to make introductions early so he wouldn't accidentally call one of the kids he met Cow or Bunny or Bird out loud.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 6:38 am
"Piraths?" Jack said, immediately interested. Mishka had given him some books so he'd stay out of her way, and one had been all about pirates. They were dreadfully interesting. "Whith one? Did they mathe anyone walth the planth?"
He wasn't quite clear what plank-walking was, but in all honesty it sounded pretty funny.
"I'm Jack," he added proudly, skinny chest puffing out. "Mithka sayth I'm a pain in the ath."
Wasn't too clear on what that meant, either, poor thing.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 5:30 pm
Sid nodded sagely. Normally pain was bad, or so he thought. This boy seemed to be quite happy that he could manifest some in this Ath he spoke of, so who was Sid to question it?
"One walked the plank!" he confirmed. "Mostly they just stood around yellin' and wavin' swords." He demonstrated, but having no sword of his own, he quickly grew tired of attempting to show Jack what it had been like. "D'you know that rat guy?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 9:01 pm
Jack watched in awe, beak hanging agape. Amazing! Stupendous!
"I with I hadda thword," he said wistfully. "I'd thlay thtuff with it. Like...lik dragonth. Pirateth thlay dragonth, don't they?"
Bah, details were unimportant. It was a big world, somewhere undoubtedly there were amazing pirate-dragonslayer-scientist-astronauts. With peg legs.
At the unexpected question, Jack gave a nod.
"I do," he said. "He'th nithe, he gave me a balloon. Mithka thays he'th made out of roadkill an' leftover cow from the hamburger-factory."
He cupped his hands to catch falling flakes, looking over his shoulder. Mishka was inside the pizza parlor making a scene, and poor Ratface was patiently waiting outside, twiddling bony thumbs.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 4:55 pm
"Hmm." Pirates probably slayed anything that they wanted. "Yeah, I think so," he said.
Sid brushed the gathering snow off of the crown of his head into the vicinity of Jack's hands. "Made of hamburgers?" he continued, latching onto the part of the explanation he liked the best. "Do people chew on him a lot?" If Sid ever met anyone made of meat, he didn't think he would be able to resist taking a bite. Too bad he didn't understand the concept of roadkill or he might have changed his mind.
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