C2 lay in the hammock swinging back and forth in the gentle breeze. She was drinking from a tall cool glass and in her lap, purring softly, was her new kitty. C2 was purring too, every time she took a sip from her glass, that was filled with a strange green liquid she had found in the back of the garden shed. (Well, she was plumb out of tequila!)
Suddenly a cloud passed over the sun and she stared in dismay at the new kitty. Something was happening. Was the little cat changing....?
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...his stripes were shining silver...REALLY shining silver! Come to think of it, as C2 looked around, she noticed the sky had purple clouds in it and the pine trees had a florescent glow...most unusual.....sherry walked by arm in arm with a tall kangaroo wearing dark sunglasses. They waved at C2 as they passed by..they were both carrying a Fosters'...not so unusual.....
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Sherry sipped her Fosters and strolled on, wondering why C2 was staggering around the lawn in her housecoat and curlers singing "Tie me kangaroo down sport."
Sherry looked over at her companion in the sunglasses, whom C2 couldn't seem to take her crossed eyes off.
"You'd think she'd never seen George Clooney before" Sherry shrugged, tugging the infatuated actor by the arm.
"George, dear, stop drooling on me...at least while we're out in public."
To C2, she said "I don't know what's in that green fizzy drink of yours but pour me a large one. This Fosters is getting warm."
With that she tossed the can over her shoulder where it landed....
It landed in Big D.'s ample hands and her eyes narrowed at the thought that someone would toss litter that should be in the recycle bin.
Big D. takes a look at C2 and decides it's time for a big old bear hug. {{{{{{C2}}}}}}} It's been too long.
She tosses the can back to Sherry who misses it and has to bend over to gross us out with her huge hips to fetch it and deposit it where it belongs.
She then turns her attention on the cat who is now rubbing up against her leg. Sucking up to me Kitty baby, no you don't. and she drops the kitty in the kangaroo's pouch.
"Don't worry about those huge hips of yours, darling, there's just more of you to love!" George Clooney wraps his arms tightly around Sherry to comfort her.
"Gerroff" she growls at him, "what did I tell you about that drooling?"
Sherry looks over to where Big D. is bending down to deposit the kitty in the kangaroo's pouch (does she think it's a piggy bank?) and smiles "Did someone suggest putting this can where it belongs?"
OOC: {{{{{{{Big D}}}}}}}}} dang! So this is where the fun and interesting people went?! Shoulda crossed over long ago!!!
Back to the story:
meanwhile,the silver had kept expanding on the kitty. Suddenly, he burst out of the kangaroo's pocket (this is C2 reporting) and started singing 'Jailhouse Rock'!
He was now an Elvis Impersonator!
Big D. grabs a burlap sac and jumps the Elvis cat, pulling the sac over his head to stop his caterwauling. It was almost as evil as TIO's singing.
Now no one under the perils of my wrath had better let this cat out of the bag!
She then looks over at George and Sherry, shaking her head in disbelief, she now knows there is still hope for her and Pooky. A lass she fears that the cat has his tongue and it's going to take more than her super human strength and her reams of cleaver romantic poetry to get it back. She grabs the sack and starts to give the cat ultimatums,
Either give him back his tongue or...
RedH has been sitting under the beach umbrella drinking Prune Delight.
"My eyes must be going wonky. Have you seen anything stranger than usual?" she asks the poolboy.
It just so happens that several animal liberationists are passing by C2's mansion when they hear the sound of caterwauling. The fur is really going to fly now! They rush in, nets at the ready, and scoop up Big D, C2 and Sherry. They also grab Red H. even though she is an innocent bystander.
"She's drinking Prune Delight - just how innocent can she be?" they reason.
The rabid liberationists drag the captives into their van and transport them to a secret location, where they will stand trial in a court of their peers, for crimes against animalkind.
"This is a CATastrophe!" cries Sherry.
C2 took another swig from her drink. "I feel CATatonic!" she hiccuped.
Big D. scratched her head then began thinking like McGyver. She stared at the debris in the cell where they were being held. A lightbulb went on over her head. (Oh wait, Sherry just found the light switch.)
"I believe I can consruct a CATapult with which to escape!" Big D. cried and began banging pieces of wood together.
Red H. suggested "What about a CATamaran? I like boats."
Big D. shook her head "When we go out of here, we go out with a BANG!"
Darn, grumble, Pooh, ouch!
Where's Vickiy and her hammer when you need her? Just about got this contraption ready to fly, C2 Red H hold the bed while I gut it's springs out. Sherry you keep watch for the jury of our peers. (Like there is such a thing?)
We are going to need all of the springs if we want to all make it out of here and over the mote.
They climb on the Catapult What's that I hear is someone saying a CATechism? Big D. kicks the switch with her long legs and big boot, they sail through the window with ease and fly off towards a herd of CATtle where they all land safely on the backs of the beasts. That is except for Sherry who lands on a bull who is not pleased to see her there!
"Oh what a load of bull!" Sherry screams as she bounces off the bull's horns. "Hey where the heck is everyone going?" she adds, watching her friends ride off. "And why are you sitting on those cows backwards?"
"It's a stampede!" sobs C2."We can't stop."
"Drat!" says Big D. "I left my stirrups and riding crop at Pooky's place."
Red H. is hanging on to the cow's tail for dear life whilst her tummy makes a strange rumbling noise. "Look out!" she cries, "I fear the Prune Delight is working."
Sherry has gained control of her bull and rides to the rescue but it is dark and hard to see.
She lights a match, forgetting that the air is full of methane gas, thanks to the contributions of either the startled cattle or Red H or both.
KABLOOEY!!!!!!
The explosion flings them up into a flock of huge geese intent on migrating and not happy at all to be interrupted.
There are loud shrieks as people get goosed, but soon everyone is settled on the back of a goose.
"Where are we going?" wondered C2.
"Be quiet!" says her goose. "You lot have caused enough trouble. We'll be there when we get there."
I didn't leave my stirrups and riding crop at Pooky's, they where his to start with.
He's the one with the horse fetish.
Big D. leans over and starts to chat up her goose. Since it's the holiday season she starts to wax poetic about all the lovely dinner she and her family have enjoyed over the years. When she gets to the part about the chestnut stuffing the goose's eyes roll back in it's head and it starts to honk a message to the rest of the gaggle. They make a sharp turn and dump their passengers off in a lake.
"Help I can't swim" screams C2. Sherry and Big D. float on their backs linking arms so that C2 can climb on top of them while Red H. starts kicking with all her might to propel the human raft to the shore.
Where are we? asks all as they look around at the unfamiliar landscape.
Then they hear....