It seems many members have had a lot to deal with lately, so I thought we’d try something fun to lighten the mood.
Today’s prompt is an easy one to follow: we’re going to play a creative writing game and hopefully write a humorous group story. This can be a lot of fun if everyone participates.
I’ll post the title in the first comment and people can add a phrase or sentence(s) to keep the story going. Each person can take the story anywhere, but try to make sure your addition compliments what comes before it, or we’ll lose the story. Make sure to come back often to see where the story has gone and feel free to add to it at any time.
Let’s see how long we can keep this going, and please stay on topic. I appreciate all comments, but please don’t post a comment unless it’s an addition to the story. I will delete comments that interrupt the flow (even positive ones), so don’t say I didn’t warn you! ☺
Here we go…
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"Hey, you're not very funny," said Tommy.
"You want funny, or you want hamburgers?" replied Ronald. "Like you'd get funny from Pee Wee Herman or Carrot Top anyway...more likely you'd get nightmares." You boys follow me and I'll make sure..."
"Sure you can, and I'll even dance the Spicy McHaggis jig for you boys while you eat." And with that being said, they all dashed off to the nearest McDonald's (Longtown Rd, Dundee, Angus DD4 8JT ).
moonsters in the lochs, drragons in the hills, an' oogres in the swamps!"
"I don't understand what you're saying; what are 'oogers'?" asked curtis.
" Oogres, Lad! like in the moovie 'Shreek'!"
" I have never heard of a movie called 'Shriek'," Tommy argued.
"Shut up,Tommy. All I wanted today was to play basketball, and somehow we ended up in Scotland with Ronald McCrazy here. Let's get going; I'm hungry!"
He led the boys in an epic march over hill and over dale, from fen to glen, and it wasn't long at all before Curtis and Tommy were met by the most horrific thing that ever emerged from Scotland... The Bagpipes!!!
" Hows Aboot I play a brazin Scottish march fer ye lads... This one is called "Keep Yer Eyes on Yer Fries! ... It's an ooldie but a goodie!"
"Ingrates!" bellowed Ronald. "You boys have no respect for tradition. I think you both need to learn a lesson." And with that being said, Ronald turned and faced the boys, his eyes burning with rage.
Chapter ll
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'Quiet!" ordered Tommy. "I thought I heard something, a woman's voice. It almost sounded like..."
Curtis became pale. Tommy's mom had been dead for over a year.
"... Now, what am I going to do with all these beaver-tail donuts?" Her voice pealed and shattered the silence, " Oh my gawd! Watter yooz boyz doowin heer? Rachael querried.
"You're going to get a bellyache eating like that," she warned. "Now, where is my EVOO?"
Without saying a word, Tommy smirked, as he pushed Ramsey's lips together, just for a moment. After all ...
"Now where is Mark Dacascos?" Tommy asked. "I want to see him do those cool backflips. And get Alton Brown out here pronto! I need to use his computer."
Tommy opened the package, and found a bag of dried brown mushrooms. He handed one to Curtis, while examining one himself. Curtis was still trying to make sense of Alton Brown and his typing, so idly nipped a piece of the mushroom. Tommy popped his into his mouth, too.
The room started spinning and spinning. Even Alton Brown's fingers and keyboard spun away. Everything grew larger and larger as a white rabbit spun by with a watch in his paw.
It was clear that they were in a hospital, but what wasn't clear was if this man was really a doctor, " Who are you?" asked Curtis, staring at the haggard man who was now leaning upon his cane... " I am Dr. House... And I'll need you to excuse me, because I'm running out of Vicodin, and I'm having trouble surpressing my Brittish accent..."
"Do you think we should try to get out of here this way?" Tommy asked. The decision was made for them when they heard a nurse around the corner saying: " Where did those boys go? Somebody call security, they've escaped!"
"Hey you guys, no non-personnel allowed down here!"
A chubby guy in a blue uniform hustled towards them as if they were going to steal something. Not likely. "I don't know where you boys came from, but since you're already here and I'm a little short-handed today, you guys can help with the laundry."
"Are you crazy?" screamed Curtis. "I'm not touching those things!"
"Relax," whispered Tommy, "I've got an idea."
"No problem, uh, what did you say your name was?"
"Just call me Mr. Boss," he replied.
"Okay, Mr. Boss, where do the clothes go after they're washed?"
"Follow me; it's time for my break anyways, so I'll show you on my way out." He lead the boys down a narrow hall to a large room with shelves of folded towels, bed linens, and racks of doctor's scrubs and lab coats. "Put the stuff in here when you're done. I'll be back in a hour. No screwing around, you hear me?"
The boys nodded in agreement and he took off down the hall.
"Bingo!" Tommy exclaimed as he began dressing himself in a set of scrubs and a lab coat. "Get dressed!" he ordered Curtis. As soon as they had donned the duds, the boys took off running.
'Where are we going?" asked Curtis.
"You'll see," Tommy answered. Just as he finished speaking those words, he ran smack into...
"Gosh, I'm so sorry, are you alright?" Tommy asked as he scrambled to his feet.
""Yes, but why are you running around like that." she asked.
"Uh, well we are late and were on our way to..." he paused and looked to Curtis for help.
Curtis thought for a second and then smiled. "We're on our way upstairs to watch a surgery. You know how they hate it when you arrive late."
"Boy, do I! " Marly said. "That old bastard Dr. Jonas ripped me up one side and down the other the last time I was late. Say where did you guys find those scrubs, heck you're just a little taller than me and they fit you fine."
Curtis went over to the table and picked out a pair of scrubs for Marly. She held them up to her and they were only just a little longer than normal.
"Cool!" She looked at them and smiled. "I'm on my way to the surgery observation room too, we can all sit together." She headed out the door.
The boys looked at one another and shrugged. They might as well follow her and see what happened. It was better than staying here ...
"Whoops, 'cuse us! Gotta run!" And out the door they flew, into the wind blown snow of Princeton, jolting them even more awake, and suddenly aware that scrubs aren't the best winter clothes. Still, ...
" You see, Scully. I told you they'd be here."
"Mulder, would you, please, explain this again," said a woman's voice, " about there being more "channels" out there?"
"I'll tell you later; first we gotta get these boys out of the cold."
"That's what they wanted you to believe," Muldur whispered. "Now let's go, before I change my mind about helping you escape."
"Escape what?" asked Curtis. "I thought we were finally going to get something to eat."
"Everyone knows you two aren't safe here. Why do you think they call me Fox?"
"I don't know... because you have a pointed nose?"
"Laugh it up, funny boy, you won't feel like laughing when they've got you in their clutches."
Tommy and Curtis exchanged shrugs, and took off through through the darkened streets, desperate to find a place to crash. They rounded a street corner and spotted a building with lights on and glowing neon sign that said...
They turned to look around and saw nothing but the empty snow-trodden street from which they had run.
"Quick, get inside," said Curtis.
From the distance they could hear the calling of a train whistle.
*ding *ding*ding*ding*ding*ding.......
Suddenly a very tall dark haired man emerged from a door on the otherside of the desk. He was wearing powder blue pajamas with yellow ducks all over them, his comb-over was standing straight up, and one could almost hear his eyes sizzling. He clamped his hand over the bell, and then after a solid eight seconds of silence asked, "What do you little puff-adders want?"
"Aren't you John Cleese?" asked Curtis
" The name is Basil Faulty, and I repeat myself; What is it that you little impish monkey children are looking for?" ...and then his eyes lit up... "Unless... Of course your with them! Oh! my apologies!... Please forgive me. You're the Jonas brothers aren't you?"....
He said, "It's about time...........
"Sorry, Fred, we're just here for some food and a place to crash," replied Tommy.
"Ah, boys?" interrupted Basil, "I can give you a room, but we don't serve food here and there's not much open at this time of night, 'cept a few bars. Of course, if you tell them you're the Jonas brothers, maybe they'd—"
"We're not the freakin' Jonas brothers!" screamed Curtis. "We don't sing, we don't look anything like them, and we're outta here!"
Just as they turned to head out the door...
"Who wants to play Bingo? No, Mr. Rogers, you can not be the caller! Stop touching me, Seacrest!"
The boys rounded the corner and the voices disappeared.
"Okay, Tommy, we have got to get some food. I think my stomach is starting to digest itself!"
"Thanks for the visual, Curtis. We'll find something, I promise."
"You boys hungry?" Tommy strained to see the speaker, but no one was visible in the total darkness. A gravelly voice continued, "Step right over here. Best food in the city; I gottcha covered."
"Who's there?" demanded Tommy.
"Why, it's just me, your old pal...
They followed him into the resteraunt, and into a nearby booth. Curtis and Tommy sat opposite Dr. house, and it wasn't long before a waitress appeared. She had a blonde beehive, a lot of blue eye-shadow, and a big busy smile.
"Hi, my name is Flo, and I'll be your waitress," she said as she chewed and snapped her bubble gum, " Ya'll know what you want, or do ya wanna read the menu first!"
"Cheeseburger Deluxe," Tommy blurted out.
"Yeah! Me too," Curtis hastilly tagged on.
"Okay, looks like cheeseburgers all around," said Dr.House.
"Okay, three cheesburger specials! You're gonna git coleslaw with that, but if I were you, I wouldn't touch it," Flo said with a curled lip.
"Flo! Stop Telling People Not To Eat The Coleslaw!" came a growling shout from the kitchen.
"Your order will be right up, boys, and I hope yall will excuse me, I see a man that needs some attention..."
It wasn't her table, but she walked brazenly up to them. The honking gentleman stood to his feet in a show of antiquaited courtessy, while the the man in the Mets cap continued to draw spaghetti into his mouth. Flo ignored the polite "gooseman" and directed her offer of service to the glutton with the Mets cap...
"Hey there, Sugar. Can I git ya sumthin?" she asked in her most sultry southern drawl.
"Yeah, we are... We're from Ho-Ho-Kus, New Jersey," Tommy said with a twitch of his freckled nose.
" Where are we anyway? ... And how did we get here?" Curtis asked.
The doctor arched his brow and said very matter-of-factly, "I can tell you how you acquired chronic hallitosis, but to understand how you got here, maybe you should just listen to the man in the black suit that just stepped between us and the reader..."
The mysterious man turned his back on them, and commenced speaking after a series of plucking chords and a rapid bongo beat.... " You unlock this door with the key of imagination.... Tommy and Curtis are two boys very much like any others living in the era of television, but they've just 'changed the channel', and now find themselves on prime time and between commercials... here in the Twilight Zone..."
Just then, Jack Bauer burst in with a gun, shouting, "Down! Everybody down!" Everyone hit the floor, some shrieking, and when nothing happened, Jack lowered his gun and looked embarrassed. "Uh, sorry. I get a little tense sometimes when I
He did as they said, Felix Unger started whistling "Sweet Georgia Brown", and what followed was....