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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 11:43 am
Sometimes reality decides to go on vacation. Reality is never exempt from flight delays and lost baggage. Who substitutes for Reality? That's not the point, although Particle Man applied for the job, but got into a fight with Triangle Man. (Ask the band "They Might Be Giants" about that one.)
Whenever Reality isn't around, wierd things begin to happen. In this particular story, clouds all of a sudden became triangle shaped, trees became sharpened #2 pencils and the grass was always a red and yellow plaid color.
Our humble (not really) author Spooty awoke at one time (Irrelevant!) to find himself here, and it was awfully lonely. He was awakened by the a dull thud sound and major pain in his head. From what he gathered, an iron had fallen on his head. Or he could call it irony, because the irony of it all was that he was looking for his muse, missing for the past week, when he never realized it was hiding right behind him the whole time.
No wonder everything went all strange.
Spooty gathered up his belongings and placed them in the knapsack on his back. He had with him: 1 +0 Whip of Impracticality, 1 Blue Coffee Mug, 1 Sketchbook, 1 Plush Kitty, and 1 Wooden Baseball Bat (He stole it from Ness, long story.)
It was time to set out. The first thing he saw was a rather large building shaped like half a pie, and painted like a chocolate cream one. Just the sight of it made him hungry. But would they charge him for a drink to wash it down with?
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 11:44 am
He walked into the building. It didn't smell like pie inside, but instead it smelled like dryer sheets. It could either be one of two things.
a. His mother's closet. b. A laundromat.
Spooty took another whiff of the air and noticed the tiniest hint of the way coins smell. And stinky they are. He stuck his tongue out and made his way past a few dryers that leaked suds everywhere, over to a washing machine that had burritos inside. An old lady sat on top of the washing machine, knitting a pair of rubber boots.
He spoke. "Ma'am? Do you know where I could find something to drink? And have you seen my muse? He's funny, yet insightful. He also likes penguins and long walks on the beach."
She replied curtly. "Here's what ya do, sonny. You see that trapdoor on the ceiling?"
"Yeah? What about it?"
"IGNORE IT YOU FOOL! That's just where they store the ink for PIEROMAT's anti-window fogging pens."
"Oh. So i'm assuming I take that door placed arbitrarily behind that 5 foot tall paperclip?"
"No, that's the can opener. You want this door here." The lady pointed to the washing machine below her and giggled.
"Uhh..ok. Here goes nothing!" Spooty opened the door, ignoring the burritos, and climbed in. Off in the distance, he hear two sounds. "Moo" and "Hey is that my picture frame?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 11:49 am
And through the washing machine Spooty went.
Please note that it was in fact a Frigidaire and was Energy Star compliant for all you conservation freaks.
On the other end was a paved room sandwiched between rows of buildings. But that was where the normalcy ended. Up on poles above the street were people suspended from wires. They all held bullhorns and shouted at various times. Phrases like "Green!" "Yellow!" "Red!" and "Hey you jackass, who taught you to drive?!" were commonly shouted, although some were more common than others.
What was even more bizarre was the fact that streetslights from reality had sprouted wire arms and legs, and white gloves and shoes adorned the odd appendages. These streetlights simply ran around, holding their arms up in the air and yelling "Quack! Quack!" all the time.
"Uhmm....She lied! I don't see milk here!" thought Spooty as he glanced at the ground only to find a rather large red button with the words "Have a nice cold glass of milk" painted on it.
It was either anticlimatic, or a hoax. The first thing Spooty thought of was....DEE DEE *cue Dexter's Lab theme*
"Ooooooooh, what does THIS button do?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 11:51 am
It was go time. Or was it "Hey you jackass, who taught you how to drive!?" time?
"Spare the silly non-standard phrases and press it!" he thought. Still debating over whether to depress the large red button, Spooty didn't notice the ends of his shoes barely triggering the switch.
He was too busy to notice that a large glass of milk was about to fall on his head.
"feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew! KERPLOWIE!" <-- (Don't you just LOVE onomatopeia?) The glass of milk, shatter proof of course, knocked Spooty unconscious easily. And that day...the traffic was still. It could only mean one thing, as reality's substitute faded out.
DREAM SEQUENCE!!!
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 11:52 am
Ice cream. 3 cartons in fact. But it had nothing to do with this story, at all.
Anyway...
DREAM SEQUENCE: Some guy comes up and gives Spooty a dollar bill, he becomes overly excited and buys a Snickers bar. From there on out, strange things happen, causing him to achieve fame and fortune.
The end.
You were expecting more, weren't you?
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 11:53 am
Aya: It seemd fate was not going to be kind to our dear spooty for it was at this moment in this exact space and time Aya decided she would awake spooty with a good kick and yell "Hey you jackass, who taught you how to drive!?"
Realizing she was indeed not in a car but riding a cat, Aya stoped kicking him in favor of poking him with a stick she stoll from some random small child.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 11:54 am
"milk....milk...milk!" thought Spooty. No, this was not Super Milk Chan.
But the milk was gone, amazingly. Somehow Spooty found himself being poked with a stick. An oddly dressed figure was insulting him.
Somehow a bowl of ramen was floating above him. And he was still hungry. So he ate the ramen. And off in the distance, someone shouted. "THERE SHALL BE NO LOVE OF SATIN IN THIS HOUSE!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 12:00 pm
Aya: Aya continued to poke him as he ate some ramen that had randomly decided to float above his head.
Her ears pirked up as she heard a load shout in the distance followed by a nother shout or "BUT WHAT WILL I DO WITH THESE SHEETS?!"
Aya decided it was now or never. "Excuse me good sir, but have you seen my muse? He seems to have gone missing."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 12:00 pm
"Nope, haven't seen it," said Spooty as he grabbed a blank sign on stake that happened to run by, and wrote "PLEASE BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR STRAY MUSES!" on it with a marker that mysteriously appeared in his other hand.
After putting the sign in place upside down, he gathered his things and looked around. Traffic was moving normally again, if you could call it normal. Off in the distance he spotted an odd cottage with pink walls and a thatched roof.
Natural Curiousity begged him to check it out. So Spooty told Natural Curiousity to shut up for a bit, and then he turned to Aya.
"You wanna come with me then? It'd be safer to travel in numbers."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 12:03 pm
Aya: Aya beamed at Spooty then yelled "Hellz yes! Maybe I'll find my muse that way." she then proceeded to to get off the cat she was riding.
Aya bent down to pet the cat, "Well Xiao Yaoung, I think this is where we go our seperate ways. You've been a good Kung fu kitty, I thank you for sticking with me this far." she said then picked up a baseball bat that had been chucked at her head by an inraged driver and booted Xiao Yaoung, shall we say, 'out of the ballpark'.
"Fair ye well Xiao Yaoung! Tell Master Yung Chi Moung the Room Cat has left the Rooftop!!" Aya called. She then turned to Spooty with a crazed grin, "So Spoot, where shall we go today?"
And thus it seemed a new adventure had started. One that would question the sanity of the two authors every step of the way.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 12:04 pm
And down the street they went. Signs blared advertisements for Meow Mix and 5 rainbows criscrossed the sky above.
Soon they arrived at the odd house. Spooty knocked on the door, which somehow produced a "ding dong" sound when he knocked. The door proceeded to fall on him, and break into neat rectangles stamped with the word "Hershey".
Yes, it was a chocolate door that made a "ding dong" sound when knocked upon. But then, nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition.
After setting all the chocolate aside, and leaving a note on it that said "For a certain lvl 5000 Archer/Leader" Spooty yelled inside the house. "Potroast!?!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 12:05 pm
AND THEN THERE WERE SHARKS!
SHARKS WITH FRICKIN LASERS ON THEIR HEADS!
No, wait, you're being lied to. This story isn't about Austin Powers. Also, this isn't Pressing Issues with Maurice Chavez. We're not on public radio.
Like Spooty cared!
Yadda yadda yadda. SUMMARY: He creeped into the house, clearly unaware that the collapsing door had indeed left the word "Hershey" imprinted on his forehead.
He was only a few steps inside when all of a sudden, he heard a faint collection of voices.
"Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our ..."
Spooty thought to himself, "The MADNESS! No seriously, the band singing that song is called Madness. Odd..."
This could mean only one thing. He had somehow made it to the 80s! Or a cheap knockoff, much like the male enhancement drug offers you get 100 or more of a day.
He had only two questions. "Is this the real life? Is this just a fantasy?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 12:10 pm
Nitika:"Oh it's a fantasy alright"
Nitika strolled by casually, her head up in the clouds.
"Want some Tako?"
And then it began to rain much sushi and wasabii. She caught a california roll and ate it whole and very messily, for we all know Nitika is a messy eater.
"I mean come on if this was real, I'd be five foot ten, wheigh 125 pounds and be the most beautiful girl in school."
she smiled whimsically and began to float away.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 12:12 pm
It shall be known, that whatever is to be shall known makes no sense beforehand or forthwith and shalln't be relevant.
Oh but while you weren't paying attention because you too were thinking about the awesomeness that is Queen, Spooty did somehow write a poem. Either that or the pen grabbed him and started writing on a giant notepad with purple "ink". By random coicendence a fog had rolled in so the view stunk.
POEM Someone fetch a lantern I think i've gone astray And as close as the light is There's too much angst in the way
Sludge on my boots German miltary combat style Nobody cares that you're emo You're simply in denial
Love thy rain and curse thy drops Sorry if your sunshine's a tanning bed At least thirty times since tuesday This world's come to an end, or so they said
The moral of the story Simple really, pay attention No slurping in the fountain of life Use a glass, what a great invention
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 7:28 pm
AH! my god! It's brilliant! this shining light, also known as effulgence, raining down from the heavens atop sir spootys brow. And through the light he can see a sky beyond him that is krylon blue. And the field he stands on is only sand made of crushed up wax.
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