Since Basic is skilled in the art of stealth, his sudden leap on the convertible (top up) is only noticed by the friendly fungi of his hobbit-like feet..
"WHAT biznizz do you have here?!", exclaims Basic.
"Mhhwah? What did you say?", the Dark man questions Krivitskee.
"Huh? What did who say?.. You said something?", Krivitskee replies.
"Fools, it's me! You clueless clot poles! ", laughs Basic.
"Ooooh!!", the two clueless clot poles say in unision.
After much confusion the three weirdos realize they are friends from primary school and put away their plastic knives.. chuckling they enter a hexagonal straw hut.. Krivitskee and Basic both checking their six, the Dark man checking his watch..
Following much talk of saving the planet, canned fruit, and the feeding rituals of baby mushrooms.. Krivitskee and the Dark man explain their mission... Basic seems unimpressed.. after a few violent games of rock paper scissors, Basic agrees to join the pair on their mission to do who knows what..
Minutes later they exit.. with 3 shaven sheep..
"I can't wait to be outfitted in your stealthy Peepsheep spy suits", says Krivitksee, "It will be perfect for our covert operation in Tunisia!"
"Mahhh, yes just remember as long as you keep your zipper closed you will avoid discovery by those damn desert sheep", Basic advises.
"What does this button do?", inquires the Dark man.
"Oh, that's the high-tech fecal fabricator, incase those Tunisian guards get suspicious.", snickers Basic
"Cool, I just hope that rabbid raving lunatic Sheik Bizzybottoms.."
"Don't you worry about him, I know of an eagle eyed, potato fry lovin tenderfoot, he can plug any leak", interrupts Basic, "We will need him if we are to succeed"
"Ok, lets pluck this fellow from his flock", concludes Krivitskee.
As they plan to extract the unknowing sharp shooter from his gaggle.. mother nature releases a disapproving belch..she doesnt like sneaky plans.. the ground breaks open like a bad case of acne.. the air smells .. oh it smells too horrible to describe.... apples, pears, and bok choi start falling out of the sky.. . giggling is heard in the distance....
"This is turning into a mystery stir fry! We'd better run before it starts raining water!!", yells the Dark man.
All three strenuously galumph into the car.. the Dark man produces a rag from his shoe.. (most likely his sock) and quickly checks the oil... in seconds they are off..
"Damn!! I forgot my toothbrush!", yells Basic.
* * *
(Somewhere.. else.. preferably far far away.. )
"This book has been overdue for 3 months sir, pay now, or you will be put in a cell", states the balding monkish librarian.
"But, I only gyat 8 dollaz and fitty cense!! Ah can't pay right now, ya dunn undastaynd fuzzy fella!", yells Bumba, a frustrated southern bumble bee watcher.
"Sir, you must pay this fine now, you have exceeded your warnings, look here I'm pressing the button for security hehehe, you are going to suffer!", cackles the librarian.
"Nawww you listen here sonnyboy, I'm about to miss my scuba divin lessons for this.. I'll show u, I got a busload of whoo.."
"Come with us sir!", state two box-like creatures.
Bumbas pathetic resistance is subdued by a splat of rosy smelling book binding glue.. he is dragged off to the nearest cell.. and thrown into a black cube.
A few footsteps and hours later..
"Mrrrr..", groans Bumba.. "where is I?"
"You are here.", speaks the voice.
"Here? Where's here?", asks Bumba.
"Here, is where you are, where you arrived, and where you will never leave.. here is what you were, what you are and what you will become.", answers the voice.
"What, huh where who?", mumbles Bumba, "Mayn you gimme them hibbie jibbies! You speak anglish?"
"I speak to you", the voice whispers, "Your ears are my seive."
As Bumba shifts uncomfortably, the voice in the corner of the cell goes silent.. sound is replaced by darkness.. darkness takes the form of a figure..that of a woman..
"WHAT biznizz do you have here?!", exclaims Basic.
"Mhhwah? What did you say?", the Dark man questions Krivitskee.
"Huh? What did who say?.. You said something?", Krivitskee replies.
"Fools, it's me! You clueless clot poles! ", laughs Basic.
"Ooooh!!", the two clueless clot poles say in unision.
After much confusion the three weirdos realize they are friends from primary school and put away their plastic knives.. chuckling they enter a hexagonal straw hut.. Krivitskee and Basic both checking their six, the Dark man checking his watch..
Following much talk of saving the planet, canned fruit, and the feeding rituals of baby mushrooms.. Krivitskee and the Dark man explain their mission... Basic seems unimpressed.. after a few violent games of rock paper scissors, Basic agrees to join the pair on their mission to do who knows what..
Minutes later they exit.. with 3 shaven sheep..
"I can't wait to be outfitted in your stealthy Peepsheep spy suits", says Krivitksee, "It will be perfect for our covert operation in Tunisia!"
"Mahhh, yes just remember as long as you keep your zipper closed you will avoid discovery by those damn desert sheep", Basic advises.
"What does this button do?", inquires the Dark man.
"Oh, that's the high-tech fecal fabricator, incase those Tunisian guards get suspicious.", snickers Basic
"Cool, I just hope that rabbid raving lunatic Sheik Bizzybottoms.."
"Don't you worry about him, I know of an eagle eyed, potato fry lovin tenderfoot, he can plug any leak", interrupts Basic, "We will need him if we are to succeed"
"Ok, lets pluck this fellow from his flock", concludes Krivitskee.
As they plan to extract the unknowing sharp shooter from his gaggle.. mother nature releases a disapproving belch..she doesnt like sneaky plans.. the ground breaks open like a bad case of acne.. the air smells .. oh it smells too horrible to describe.... apples, pears, and bok choi start falling out of the sky.. . giggling is heard in the distance....
"This is turning into a mystery stir fry! We'd better run before it starts raining water!!", yells the Dark man.
All three strenuously galumph into the car.. the Dark man produces a rag from his shoe.. (most likely his sock) and quickly checks the oil... in seconds they are off..
"Damn!! I forgot my toothbrush!", yells Basic.
* * *
(Somewhere.. else.. preferably far far away.. )
"This book has been overdue for 3 months sir, pay now, or you will be put in a cell", states the balding monkish librarian.
"But, I only gyat 8 dollaz and fitty cense!! Ah can't pay right now, ya dunn undastaynd fuzzy fella!", yells Bumba, a frustrated southern bumble bee watcher.
"Sir, you must pay this fine now, you have exceeded your warnings, look here I'm pressing the button for security hehehe, you are going to suffer!", cackles the librarian.
"Nawww you listen here sonnyboy, I'm about to miss my scuba divin lessons for this.. I'll show u, I got a busload of whoo.."
"Come with us sir!", state two box-like creatures.
Bumbas pathetic resistance is subdued by a splat of rosy smelling book binding glue.. he is dragged off to the nearest cell.. and thrown into a black cube.
A few footsteps and hours later..
"Mrrrr..", groans Bumba.. "where is I?"
"You are here.", speaks the voice.
"Here? Where's here?", asks Bumba.
"Here, is where you are, where you arrived, and where you will never leave.. here is what you were, what you are and what you will become.", answers the voice.
"What, huh where who?", mumbles Bumba, "Mayn you gimme them hibbie jibbies! You speak anglish?"
"I speak to you", the voice whispers, "Your ears are my seive."
As Bumba shifts uncomfortably, the voice in the corner of the cell goes silent.. sound is replaced by darkness.. darkness takes the form of a figure..that of a woman..
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