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Post by shoegirl on Jun 11, 2011 21:00:42 GMT -5
Shoegirl runs off to meet and greet the mysterious strangers.
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Post by Avril on Jun 12, 2011 18:26:45 GMT -5
(Recapping, um literally, it seems.) ;D
Freddie peered through a tiny pair of opera glasses as a stranger was ferried across the bay, to the island's eastern shore.
"Can you see if he's carrying a flitch of bacon?" asked PLite as he tore open a coconut wid his strong white teeths.
" I can't tell," replied Freddie. "I think he is bringing us a lizard for the house."
Good," commented Avril. "We need another lizard after Ratty trained the last one as a dragon boat."
"Hahahaha!" chortled PLite. "I can see that this island is becoming a tapestry of intrigue and suspense. Whuts the name of our island anyway?"
Just then a cat rode up on a velocipede and asked, in a lovely Ozzie accented voice that sounded like a cross between Cate Blanchett and a cat, "Pardon me, did someone mention bacon?"
"No bacon for you Teapot," replied an irate P-Lite.
"S'all right," said Teapot, "I was hoping for a change from kangaroo meat, but no bother."
P-Lite made Freddie a pina colada and then gazed though the telescope at the ocean.
"Thanks but I'm allergic to coconuts," Freddie sighs as she looks up at the lowering sky.
"Looks like a storm is brewing," said P-Lite, "look at those dark clouds out there."
"Should we all go down to the beach and welcome the stranger?" Shoegirl said, as she put on her little sun hat.
Freddie said, "I'm going to stay here and prepare a feast for our guest."
She took a step back and tripped over a piece of driftwood, dropping the eels and chopped fire ants she has planned for dinner.
"Two second rule," said Freddie, "onto the grill goes the eel."
"OH NO!" shrieked PLite, as he checked his satellite powered Fuschia Pink Google mapping cell phone. "The stranger has landed! And he has Pigsnit wid him! Waaahhhhhhhhhh!"
Shoegirl runs off to meet and greet the mysterious strangers.
Hearing PLite’s news, everyone leapt after Shoegirl, leaving Freddie frantically trying to separate chopped fire-ants and eels from sand before the fire turned the dinner to glass.
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Post by PigsnieLite on Jun 12, 2011 18:39:33 GMT -5
From the beach, Pigsnit and his companion watched the violently sand-skipping stampede of Hawaiian shirted islanders wid growing dread.
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Post by Avril on Jun 12, 2011 18:47:17 GMT -5
"I knew it was a bad idea to come," Pigsnie groaned. His companion, who was Sir David Attenborough in a crumpled khaki safari suit, chuckled. "Just think of the spectacular documentary this will make, old chum!"
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Post by shoegirl on Jun 12, 2011 20:40:54 GMT -5
Shoegirl gazed at the two men in the distance. Pigsnie was appeared to be the spitting image of P-Lite! (sorry for breaking the one sentence rule, but I couldn't help myself).
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Post by Avril on Jun 13, 2011 1:06:43 GMT -5
Suddenly there was a rumble and a roar as the volcanic heart of the island awakened; ash fell all around them like soft grey snow.
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Post by shoegirl on Jun 13, 2011 9:23:52 GMT -5
Shoegirl greeted the two men " welcome to paradise" she said as she observed the absurd amount of luggage the two had brought.
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Post by Frito Freddie on Jun 13, 2011 22:01:27 GMT -5
"Sorry about the ash," Shoegirl snaps an umbrella over their startled guests, "It's that time of the month."
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Post by shoegirl on Jun 14, 2011 17:48:08 GMT -5
"No problem" said Pigsnie, as he brushed the ash off his dark designer suit.
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Post by sunfrog on Jun 14, 2011 19:19:49 GMT -5
Unbeknownst to Pigsnie, the dark ash was contaminated with an evil peho virus that had infected the island volcano and was now sneaking it's way into his pocket square.
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Post by PigsnieLite on Jun 14, 2011 19:25:28 GMT -5
Overjoyed that there might be hickory smoked tater toots hidden on his brothers affable if ashy person, PLite then threw himself on Pigsnie and started rifling through his BBC backpack.
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Post by shoegirl on Jun 14, 2011 20:50:28 GMT -5
Pigsnie said "sorry bro they took away all the good stuff in customs!".
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Post by Frito Freddie on Jun 15, 2011 22:20:22 GMT -5
"However," he removed a corn stripper out of his rear pants pocket, "here is something you will need to make my breakfast corn flakes by hand."
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Post by shoegirl on Jun 15, 2011 22:30:44 GMT -5
P-Lite was astonished that his own brother would ask him to do such a laborious task.
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Post by PigsnieLite on Jun 20, 2011 2:33:27 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Sir David Attenborough wuz already beginning to search the beach for furry white horseshoe crabs which, according to the natives, could whistle Jingle Bells.
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