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| Thread ID: 109300 | 2010-05-02 05:57:00 | It was a dark and stormy night Competition | WalOne (4202) | PC World Chat |
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| 881916 | 2010-05-06 09:06:00 | Hauling out his trusty boogie board, he started to paddle across the harbour while avoiding that nasty Whau creek. He had heard a sugar factory was located on the other side. Maybe too much sugar had been consumed by Santa in the North Pole, resulting in the weight of the tubby fellow causing the poles to flip flop over. Now where was that secret sugar factory ... [Off thread comment - some people are having fun participating in this thread and it isn't fair for people to deliberately sabotage it by trying to kill the thread/story. Please play fairly. Thanks] |
Jen (38) | ||
| 881917 | 2010-05-06 09:54:00 | Su(g)ar enough, there was a pink factory. Did they have a chocolate mine? Our intrepid venturer grabbed Santa's magnetic floating giant flip flops and with the aid of a land agent's sign set off to sale across. Splicing the mainbrace to a handy spring tide, he tacked erratically through the plastic bags. Peering up intently at the hulking pink monstrosity, he was about to make fast and clamber ashore when he realised that it was not the sugar factory - it was Mrs Fitzhugh-Smythe out for a swim. He was not the only one misled- a freighter was disgorging tonnes of sugar into the unfortunate lady's mouth. On the beach, a small group of dentists were frantically operating their calculators. Not a minute must be lost! He sailed nimbly to the sand and stepped off into dog stuff. He leapt aside and narrowly avoided a foreshore attempting to establish a seabed. Avoiding the cyclists emerging from the waves, he made his way to a small secret portal which he could not find. guided by the sickly smell of several thousand tonnes of sugar, he made his way along the front wall to be confronted by a corner. "That's a new angle" he muttered sidling around the corner. Climbing once more from the harbour he vowed to be more careful in future sidling round buildings on the end of a wharf. At this point he had a stroke of luck, Mrs Fitzhugh-Smythe was struck amidships by a ferry, and the resultant sugar fountain as she exhaled turned the jelly fish into real jelly and caused a riot in a group of weight-watchers having a therapeutic paddle diverting the attention of the awed watchers. Straight away he raced for the sugar conveyor, but alas, things didn't go too sweetly. he wound up treacling for his life. | R2x1 (4628) | ||
| 881918 | 2010-05-06 10:25:00 | As Crusoe wandered aimlessly looking for lost sugars or was that love, he bumped literally into his alter ego Clusoe who was on the trial or maybe trail of a certain pink pussycat, as they chatted aimlessly there was a faint cry of "he's fallen in the water" followed by a loud splash. Eccles rushes onto the beach closely followed by Ned and the knights that go ni. The pussycat was hiding under an elephant up a tree which is why Clusoe was still looking with no luck so far | gary67 (56) | ||
| 881919 | 2010-05-06 10:35:00 | Clusoe cursed his luck, then realised that had the kharma wheel turned differently, he could be a cat in a most unenviable position. THAT would be most unlucky. Emtering a trance-like state he pondered the imponderables and tried to forsee the unforseeable. Eccles nutted him, Bluebottle sponned, him and the inspector taxed him to the sounds of Max Geldray. Shaking his head until it was dry, he replaced it carefully. Little Jim was out in the water again besporting himself with Mrs Fitzhugh-Smythe, a notable spectacle served in large glasses. | R2x1 (4628) | ||
| 881920 | 2010-05-07 06:53:00 | Clusoe came out of his trance in a totally discombobulated state. Disorientated and dismayed, he cast about for something familiar, some object or symbol that might perchance remind him of who he was, where he was, or maybe even what he was, which was by no means clear to him at the moment. Images of islands, goats, submarines, Max Geldray, and elephants hiding up trees whirled through his head and struck horror into his heart. Suddenly he saw a white rabbit and realised that the answer might be found on the other side of a looking glass or perhaps just a door. So, with a sudden outpouring of psychic energy, he materialised a solid oaken door in front of hinself, a fine door with golden brass hinges and a solid brass knob polished by generations of tiny little hands. Eager to escape from the frightful and nightmarish experiences of the last few episodes, he grasped the knob, hesitated momentarily, then, suddenly decisive, he twisted the knob, opened the door, stepped over the threshhold and closed it firmly behind him. He found himself in a cave-like tunnel, dimly lit by a strange flourescence and the stillness and silence wrapped itself around him like a shroud, sending shivers up his spine.......then behind him he heard a soft, guttural gollum..........and a sibilant whisper...... "my precious".............. |
Billy T (70) | ||
| 881921 | 2010-05-07 06:56:00 | A ring stood on its perch in front of him. The voice seemed to be talking about the ring. | pcuser42 (130) | ||
| 881922 | 2010-05-07 07:08:00 | Ohh ... that ring looks like it is made from gold - real GOLD! Deep in my pockets are the gold crowns that the dearly departed Rosie left behind all that time ago. I was still looking for a cash converters and this ring, this shiny, sparkling ring would bring me a tidy sum. I could feel it pulling me, calling me ... Blimmin heck! What on middle earth is that creature on the floor?!? His "introducing .." sticker on his caved in chest says Gollum. He seriously needs a feed of Big Macs with super sized fries. Could also do with a good dosing of Regain hair product and some quality moisturiser. He looks feeble. I am sure I could reach that ring before he could move or even notice I am here. |
Jen (38) | ||
| 881923 | 2010-05-07 07:08:00 | Unfortunately, Gollum noticed that I was here. | pcuser42 (130) | ||
| 881924 | 2010-05-07 07:20:00 | First, the moisturiser, Hey - hup. - - - Bluebottle, Time for Little Jim to announce "He's fallen in the water". Thank you little Bottle. Hair restorer? sorry, out of stock, but try this Wizzo wonder nut restorer. Give the twisted lad some McFish with iSaws. 1=2-1, 3+7=10. Two tidy sums, no space wasted. Moriarty hands Gollum the arithmetic chit, and takes the ring. Sapristi Spoons! Alas, the Pink Panther, invisible against the pink Sugar Factory, has vanished. |
R2x1 (4628) | ||
| 881925 | 2010-05-07 08:45:00 | Dazzled by the powerful glow from my caving helmet adorned with a carbide light,(yes remember them) and overcome with the smell of spent carbide and acetylene Gollum passes out and I reach for the ring when suddenly nothing happened, but it didn't happen so fast you couldn't blink quicker. "Rope below" bellows a voice followed by a loud hissing noise as 200m of stiff muddy rope falls down the cave. As my light flicker s and goes out a voice wafts from afar the immortal words "the King won't be happy till the Whoppers no1" | gary67 (56) | ||
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