0880 hours, 02,05,2004. breakfast room.
"well i'm afraid todays the day we leave" said mini nick while everyone was having breakfast. "oh what, no fair" said catharine.
"yes well those monkey brains won't get better on their own" said nick sniggering. "oh yes i forgot about that, its awful i do hope you get better" said catherine totally taken in."anyway" interupted joe in an important voice. today we will take another visit the fish people" "yes good idea" said jess practising darts in the corner. so everyone helped nick and mini nick to pack. on their sloths they climbed. "i don't remember you having those when you arrived" said sophie pondering. "well we first met you in the pub, we'd already put our sloths in the stable by then" replied nick, loading his rifle onto his sloth. "well adios" said mini nick charging off.
"yes its been a pleasure" said nick, maybe our paths will cross again" and that was that. "hope you have success with your brains" shouted catherine very concerned. and into the distance they went, over the brow of a hill and they were gone.
"well" said fatbob. "i don't know about you lot, but i'm having a kebab"
1400 hours, 02,05,2004. main interaction chamber (living room).
"yipee" yelped debbie. "whats that debs?" asked james slyly reading his "master the oboe" book. "my next computer course book has come through, its time i got really sorted with all this pc crap" "sounds cool" said anna, riding a unicycle, playing the piano and swallowing swords!!! "yeah and i've nearly finished my nozzle oils book, i hope we make enough profit to have it published" said bidge. "well at least we can spell check it all and publish on my pc if i can do this course" replied debbie, reading prefusly.
meanwhile pasty, fatbob, onion and alion were practising for their band. "well at least we can use the mug and nonce for our first performance" said pasty strumming away. "yes well i'll only charge a small fee" said fatbob. "you really should let us play for free bob, its your band aswell" said alion. "yes but its complicated, its the guvner what he says go's catch my drift?" said fatbob.
just then matt2 walked in, ar your in a band are you" he asked. "yeah you play then?" asked alion. "yes i play the guitar, rethym
or lead" he replied. "cool you wanna join us?" asked onion. "yeah why not" shrugged matt2. "i guess i won't ever see my other band members so why not" "but we need a band name" said onion worriedly. "well why not the last stand of fuckwit and the pilchard pokers" suggested fatbob. "sounds good to me" said pasty."right matt you'll play second lead"
so byork helped them all to promote their new album and single, the album named "indigestable biscuits and the way we are"
"excuse me" said byork one day. "what byork?" asked luke, "if that is your real name" "when can i go home?"
"naughty byork, in your bed on your rug" said energy drawing her whip. "hey thats my whip" said debbie engulfed in computer manuals.
1730 hours, 05,05,2004. main crop field.
so finally the big day came when the crop could be harvested. "well people this is it" said joe. "viki you and matt get the highland cattle to pull the carts. hope their in good order?" he asked looking at louise. "oh trust me their in peak condition" she replied.
so everyone sorted themselves into two groups. pickers and packers. while bidge picked the cream of the crop for her oils.
and ellie gathered some for her latest inervation, nozzle gin! "remember people look out for the special seeds i planted, they were somewhere in the northeast corner" said joe in an important voice. so after a few hours when nearly half the nozles had been picked. a cry came out from the northeast corner. "hey joe, i think i found your seeds!" shouted sophie and catherine both at once.
"right lets have a look" said joe running over, "oh dear" said fatbob huffing anf puffing behind him. "i could of played for QPR suz" he said coughing flem left right and center. "right what have we here?" asked joe in an important voice.
"right there in the corner near the oak trees, was a marvelous nozzle plant glowing like the moon silver drops of lightmost magical.
"wow" said ellie running up, "imagaine the gin i could make with that" "hang people" said tom, "this needs to be thought about, right joe?" "quite right tom my good man." said joe itching his beard. (which after 3 months was now nearly an inch long!)
"well lets get some of these nozzles picked and to the lab"
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