by Tracy Fabre
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July 13, 2008

Island Tale #30: Where We Just Make Up Crap

July 25, 2009 10:52 AM EDT
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Ann C. proposed a twist to this 30th tale: making up words which have to be used throughout the tale.  I'm not sure we want 100 fake words, so let's vary her idea and try this --->  each comment must either contain a fake word, or use a previously introduced fake word in a way "true" to whatever the heck it is.

For example, if the word knork is introduced, meaning a cross between a knife and a fork, then subsequent commenters must either use knork or add a new word to the mix (or both!).  But a knork, if used, must always function as a knork would function; you can't suddenly have a flying knork unless, of course, knorks are able to fly from the outset.  I mean, come on.  Let's be real.  (Yes, I am snickering at the ludicrousness of that.)

I suspect this will be... heh... more challenging than it sounds, and comments are going to have to be longer, so WHEN YOU GET TO THE END OF THE THIRD LINE IN THE COMMENT BOX, STOP TYPING.



We'll go to 100, and the 100th comment must also include the phrase, "Well, I'll be a bonkyschluff."

 

For a look at previous tales, click here.

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ALL ARE WELCOME to participate.

Remember -- REFRESH often, and don't be offended if your comment is removed because it either doesn't fit the previous comment (whatever that is), or simultaneous comments were entered and one works better than yours.  We have all deleted our own comments at one time or another.

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P.P.S. PLEEEEASE DO NOT 'REPLY TO COMMENT'. Just do reg'lar, old-fashioned comments. Thanky!



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Comments: 101 ( 2 removed by Tracy Fabre )

Tracy Fabre Jul 25, 2009, 10:54am EDT
Tracy Fabre, long absent from an Island Tale, walked into the Pink Pavilion carrying a box of knorks. "Nice knorks," Ann said from her seat by the door, where she was counting out brochures for the upcoming performance of Peter Swanson's Joan Crawford Revue. "Where
ann c. Jul 25, 2009, 11:07am EDT
did you find blue ones?"

"Over at the party shop on Ocean Avenue," Tracy replied. "Not only do they have blue knorks, there is a large selection of foons and spives."

"We could certainly use some
Tracy Fabre Jul 25, 2009, 11:31am EDT
blue knorks, but don't forget we also need plups."

"Plups? Oh, you mean the plate-cup combo for the ones who, um, drink their dinners."

Ann smiled. "I won't mention any names, but you know
William Dotani Jul 25, 2009, 11:34am EDT
The chef was cooking something indefensible and all the guest were pounding on the table for the opossum stew, but it was still moving. One island member, totally incognito determined that floppy diagonal plates would be better than paper plates because they were edible and made of spindleletgarthic rudimentary waste products that bottom feeding fish enjoy regurgitating.
Tracy Fabre Jul 25, 2009, 11:54am EDT
.... I think."

Tracy stared at Ann. "Are you okay? Do you need to go see The Island Doctor® for another dose of RealitusChekius?" She waved a knork in front of her face. "Hellooo?"

Ann said huffily, "Just because I bring up spindleletgarthic doesn't mean I'm
Vivian P. Jul 25, 2009, 11:59am EDT
thumbermounded I am not !
ann c. Jul 25, 2009, 12:01pm EDT
And I don't need a doctor. I just had a compete check-up last week. Maybe you need your thanahotist checked yourself."

Tracy threw a knork at Ann. "I'll have you to know that


Tracy Fabre Jul 25, 2009, 12:05pm EDT
my thanahotist is perfectly fine. I'm not the one rambling on about possum and imaginary chefs. I think you ARE thumbermounded, and if I didn't care about your mental health, I wouldn't be much of a friend, would I?" She stomped off, slamming the
Susan G. Jul 25, 2009, 12:16pm EDT
door behind her. Now, truth be told, Tracy was suffering from a slight inflammation of her left elbow, but that had nothing at all to do with her thanahotist! She might be slightly frizzled because of the discomfort, but that was no
ann c. Jul 25, 2009, 12:20pm EDT
reason to be short-tempted with Ann. Tracy thought she might go back and talk to Ann but decided to visit Susan aka Thereness at her villa. Maybe they could discuss the spindleletgarthic situation or
Tracy Fabre Jul 25, 2009, 12:23pm EDT
perhaps just have some cream horns or Napoleons, because Thereness always kept a stash handy. She passed the Cowboy on her way down the beach, and he tipped his hat to her, murmuring, "Galargamy," but she went on and tapped on Susan's ornate
Susan G. Jul 25, 2009, 12:37pm EDT
postern. The ornithusiast who was in the garden sketching some of the birds which could be found only in Therenesses' wildlife sanctuary hurried over to let Tracy in. Tracy thanked him and commented on the
ann c. Jul 25, 2009, 12:37pm EDT
fablusciousness of Susan's garden. Susan called out to Tracy from the patio and invited her over for drinks and cream horns. "Did you hear about the Joan Crawford Revue?" Tracy asked Susan. "Of course I did and
Tracy Fabre Jul 25, 2009, 12:39pm EDT
I brought the blue knorks and then Ann got all kernickal on me and I had to leave before I smashed a knork against the..." She stopped, sighing. "May I please please please please have a cream horn?"

"Certainly," Thereness assured her. "I was hoping you would come along so we could discuss the rising spindleletgarthic problem, and
Susan G. Jul 25, 2009, 12:44pm EDT
such like, but I think that we should perhaps have our tea and pastries inside as the thunderation has been steadily increasing and we would not want to leave our cake out in the rain, OH NO!
Tracy Fabre Jul 25, 2009, 12:47pm EDT
Oh no!" she added, and they skedaddled into the villa. Tracy admired the silver knorkery and commented, "Your collection of knorkery and braided balls is very attractive. Have you ever thought of
ann c. Jul 25, 2009, 12:51pm EDT
opening a knorkery/braided ball shop?" Thereness looked appalled. "I could not SELL things. Though I have thought about contributing to the welfare of the island by sponsoring a charity auction and perhaps raising enough funds to have
Dame Ruth, Chief Executive Elitist D. Jul 25, 2009, 1:00pm EDT
"I'll take two!", the Ruth of All Evil explificated. "I've always been yennified by braided balls, especially the blue ones." So saying, she reached into her
Tracy Fabre Jul 25, 2009, 1:13pm EDT
bag but was stopped in mid-reach when Susan said politely, "Excuse me, Ms. Evil, but how did you get into my house, and please stop putting my cream horns in your purse?"

Tracy brandished a knork at the Dame. "You have to quit breaking into houses! It's not only illegal, it's fiendotackulous!"

Ms. Dame Evil Ruth muttered,
Susan G. Jul 25, 2009, 1:26pm EDT
"Hmmmph! You can just forget my order for braided balls if you're going to be like that!" Susan shook herself, rethereified, and finished her sentence. "As I was saying, enough funds to have
Tracy Fabre Jul 25, 2009, 1:41pm EDT
a telethon for spindleletgarthic research. We could get the Big Duckfeet Band to play, and perhaps Russell would play the pianoschnitzel, and Peter could bring the ghost of Joan over for a duet, and... what do you think?"

Tracy considered, and said
Robert - just a simple man - B. Jul 25, 2009, 2:03pm EDT
"Has anyone seen the cowboy, I passed him on the way here. He was just mounting up on his snizzydugas, one of the young opes; I'm thinking maybe he do some trick riding for the telethon"

Susan pointed out the window where the cowboy was standing on the beach staring at some cocoanuts.
Robert - just a simple man - B. Jul 25, 2009, 2:07pm EDT
As Cowboy noticed Tracy approaching he spun around and said "I've heard the rumours about your thanahotist. Last time you let me use it, all seemed fine."

Tracy was a little shocked since she couldn't remember letting the cowboy near her thanahotist, she began to stammer, 'What ....."
Dame Ruth, Chief Executive Elitist D. Jul 25, 2009, 2:49pm EDT
"...the vreedonk are you talking about?" To which ROAE interpested, "Who is this Susan person who dares speak for me in that there commentable up yonder?"
Tracy Fabre Jul 25, 2009, 5:40pm EDT
Tracy frowned. "Ms. Evil, are you okay? Do you, too, need to go see The Island Doctor® for another dose of RealitusChekius? No one spoke for you. You spoke for yourself. I was there. I saw it, while you were trying to stuff cream horns in your purse."

"What cream horns?" demanded the Evil-est of all Ruths, brushing flakes of magiwonderous pastry off her blouse. "I never
Dame Ruth, Chief Executive Elitist D. Jul 25, 2009, 6:43pm EDT
reflapilated any horny creams, you gleegwinkle! And anybody who says I did can go to jellowishes in a handmaiden!"
Tracy Fabre Jul 25, 2009, 7:02pm EDT
Tracy touched Dame's forehead, and Robert heard the sizzle as well as she did. "Damn! Your brain is on fire! Robert, quick! Go get The Island Doctor® while I fling her into the ocean!" She started forcibly dragging Dame out toward the water, and Susan and the ornithusiast assisted when Dame protested she was "waferoi aebsdoj quaxsoiej ugerpoi", because they weren't buyin' it.
Arduinna Hunter Jul 25, 2009, 7:11pm EDT
They thought about buyin' it because, seriously, it was pretty darn cheap, even if it was confusing. Instead they waited, ever so impatiently, while the waves lapped and steamed against Dame's hot self.
Tracy Fabre Jul 25, 2009, 7:38pm EDT
"I think she's moltiferalating! It may be too late for The Island Doctor®!"

But from along the tree line there came a sudden roar, as the Tiara Tree, devotee of the Dame, came crashing out to those huddled over the feverish and babbling form of the cream-horn-reflapilator. "Not on MY WATCH!" the Tree thundered, bangles flying, as the others scattered. "NOT ON MY WATCH!" The Tree bent over Dame and
Arduinna Hunter Jul 25, 2009, 8:23pm EDT
bludder and bumble. Suddenly, as the healing leaves settled on the soothing waves, and as The Tree's "Not on MY watch!!" crashed louder than the sea on the shore, Dames eyes flickered and lost that glahazed look. Tracy and Robert looked at each other, a little dumbfounded and bedinkered...
Susan G. Jul 25, 2009, 8:30pm EDT
while Susan turned to the ornithusiast and thanked him for his assistance saying "I think she may recover now. It all depends on if she recognizes me when she comes completely to. That was the first significant sign of the feverish madness which overtook her. Not recognizing Susan, The Grand High Essence of There is beyond
Tracy Fabre Jul 25, 2009, 9:10pm EDT
about dinner."

Tracy cleared her throat. "Excuse me, Thereness, but while you were pontificationizing about your swadlybossunicom, I was standing right here."

Dame sat up, weakly, supported by the trunk of The Tiara Tree. "What did you people do to me?" she coughed out. "And why are my eardrums ringing?" Thusnelda The Tree, was offended; having saved Dame's life, she now wondered
Tracy Fabre Jul 25, 2009, 9:23pm EDT
pantaloons while the Tree stalked off into the not-sunset. Susan, the ornithusiast, Tracy and Robert offered to help Dame back to her rent-a-bana but she refused, taking herself and her soggy stolen cream horns off after the Tree.

"Now, where were we?" Susan asked. "Weren't we about to discuss a telethon for spindleletgarthic awareness?"
Dame Ruth, Chief Executive Elitist D. Jul 25, 2009, 10:57pm EDT
"It's the worst symptomatigation of what the Dame caught", explanated the sympaticistic Susan.
"And I feel it coming back!" screechinated the still-drippifying Dame. "Will somebody please
the Dame contemplated giving him a labottomy with a knork. All this led Marianne to splutter obfustemities. Luckily Sarah showed up at just this opportune moment. As luck would have it she was carrying a large icelagenous cuptainer of the aforementioned eraser.
Susan G. Jul 26, 2009, 9:46am EDT
"Sarah!" Susan cried, "How very serendifortunate of you to come along at such an opportunacious moment! Help us with this drippily screechy dame! She stalked off after Thusnelda and yet here she is still grappily hanging on!" Sarah strode forth and fifth with
Tracy Fabre Jul 26, 2009, 11:53am EDT
a spray bottle of something which not only cleared up the driplitude, but also calmed the collected few, including the recently-screamed-at waiter who didn't even know how he'd gotten there. "Better," Sarah declared.

"I'll say," remarked Tracy. "I was about nonsensisyllabicaled out. I'm going back to count brochures with Ann, where there was only one or two vocabumysteries per comment. Thanks, Sarah." But as she headed down the beach, Susan, Sarah, the forgotten Robert and ornithusiast looked at the still-damp Dame and decided as a group to
Susan G. Jul 26, 2009, 1:13pm EDT
leave her to drink her icelagenous cuptainerfull of symptomatigation eraser all by her lonesome. There had been just way more drama than any of them was accustomed to enduring. Susan and Sarah decided to follow Tracy and when Robert tried to follow, they
Mark Jepsen Jul 26, 2009, 3:10pm EDT
launched into special femideceptications in hopes of confusing him. Susan pointed in feigned excitement and shouted "Oh my! Look! I believe it's a massively muscularly chromed and tubified & probably very manly sounding motorcycle! And, oh(!) it's for sale!" Robert
Tracy Fabre Jul 26, 2009, 3:45pm EDT
was not impressticated, but then Sarah said in a very nonchalantinous tone, "It's over by that group of wolves wearing cowboy hats, reciting poetry and playing with dogs and cameras." Robert's head whipped around to see, and
Susan G. Jul 26, 2009, 4:37pm EDT
Sarah and Susan sneaked off before he could rightly make out that what was over by said motorcycle was no group of wolves, but none other than Mark who was drooliferating over that bit 'o machinery whilst he frolicked in his knork-matching boxers.
Mark Jepsen Jul 26, 2009, 5:32pm EDT
"Those boxers match my drapes" noted Robert. "Thank you." Mark replied, knowingly. "I used to have matching blue speckled balls, but then I got a different seat for my bike." Mark turned back to the motorcycle, and the conversation dissipatified for what seemed
Tracy Fabre Jul 26, 2009, 6:29pm EDT
seconds, while further up the beach, Tracy cackled for no apparent reason.

Robert asked if he could try out The Bike™, and Mark consternatriculated over the matter for a moment or seven. "Well," he finally said, "I'm not sure if
Mark Jepsen Jul 26, 2009, 10:55pm EDT
that's a good idea, what with the contrapuntal carburinjecticator. It's a bit tricky." Robert shrugged. "Well, I guess it'd be alright. Keep your wheelies under 60, though!" Mark implored. Robert hopped on and fired up bike. The engine roared as he gave it a little extra
Tracy Fabre Jul 26, 2009, 11:08pm EDT
whipped cream, since he didn't know much about contrapuntal-carburinjecticator-equipped bikes, as it turned out, and the engine's roar was one of disgust as the bike promptly reared up and dumped the Cowboy Poetifier right back on the sand. Mark said, "Erm, sorry, I'd have warned you if I'd known you were going to
Mark Jepsen Jul 27, 2009, 12:18am EDT
try the ol' creamicramation trick." Robert pulled himself up from the ground and gave Mark a distortled look. "Well, it's not your fault" allowed Robert, "I should've abstained from extra-toppings until I was more familiar with it's foiblementals." Mark nodded, and said "Well bespake, my man, you're
William Dotani Jul 27, 2009, 2:43am EDT
the local library where there will be a book fair for a good cause (buying comic books) and by the way, we hope you like hot dogs. So of course all the la la land poets rushed over (free food), but they did not have chili or sauerkraut, yet thankfully this was only a daydream because ....
Tracy Fabre Jul 27, 2009, 3:00am EDT
... as I was saying, let's go to the place far down the beach where the legendarical FedEx boxes are rumoriculated to have been buried. Ready?"

Robert said, "Uh? I heard those legends. That's a bad place, innit?"

Mark smiled. "Don't be a wussgully." He urged Robert onto the bike, and
ann c. Jul 27, 2009, 11:13am EDT
hit a coconut tree but artfully dodged it and continued on down the beach looking for the aforementioned FedEx boxes burial place. Since no one but Susan and Roarke knew the exact place, Robert passed it unknowingly and rode over a gullanthrope lying under the
Tracy Fabre Jul 27, 2009, 12:52pm EDT
sign which said "Mysterious FedEx Boxes, 30 Paces North." Mark didn't spot it either, as he was dreaming of jelly-filled pastries while Robert careendicated along the beach. "What cave men?" Robert wondered aloud.

Mark shrugged. "Rumors," he explained, "are so
Mark Jepsen Jul 27, 2009, 1:47pm EDT
ephemeristical!" (as he was not going to admit he was more confused than Robert!) and surreptitiously wiped a bit of Berliner jelly residue from his lips.

Just then, a Chrysler Cordoba appeared further down the beach. "Those have fine Corinthian
Tracy Fabre Jul 27, 2009, 2:01pm EDT
epistles lining the trunk, I hear," Mark observed.

Robert stopped the bike. "Something's weirdio here. Cars just don't appear on the beach. It's against Gravicalispacial Law."

Mark said, "Would you like to turn the bike around and go
Mark Jepsen Jul 27, 2009, 2:34pm EDT
find some place mats to match our boxers, knorks and ragged blue balls?" Robert took this the wrong way, but realized he needed a ride back. They headed back in the opposite direction.

Meanwhile, Roarke sat in his Cordoba wondering what had just happened. He suspected
Susan G. Jul 27, 2009, 2:47pm EDT
that the men were jealous of his fine Corinthian fittings since motorcycles, even massively muscularly chromed and tubified ones, rarely had such Corinthitacular touches. Roarke knew nothing of the braided blue balls. Now, the boxes which are buried
Tracy Fabre Jul 27, 2009, 2:52pm EDT
30 paces north of the "Mysterious FedEx Boxes, 30 Paces North" sign are explained in Island Tale #7, referlinked above, but once again, we will skirt the issue of their mysterious contentousness, and return to see what Sarah and Susah are up to as they pursue Tracy, who is returning to Ann at the Pink Pearl Pavilion in order to
ann c. Jul 27, 2009, 2:56pm EDT
help Ann count out brochures for the upcoming Joan Crawford Revue. Tracy arrived at the Pink Pearl Pavilion just as Peter was entering through the stage door. He called out to Tracy, "Will you be wearing your new fangledooey the night of the revue?" "Of course not
Susan G. Jul 27, 2009, 3:11pm EDT
" replied Tracy, "My new fangledooey does not match the shoon that I purchased especessitationally for the event!" Peter nodded since he knows that nothing takes precedence over shoon, unless it is hats. So he
ann c. Jul 27, 2009, 3:23pm EDT
hurried on through the door. Tracy went into the pavilion's office where Ann had been counting the brochures but Ann was no longer there. "Guess I'll have to go over to the library. Ann is probably bookculating the new horrormance novels." As Tracy was leaving she
Mark Jepsen Jul 27, 2009, 3:30pm EDT
noticed a preponderosage of creamed horn crumblets on the floor. "Hmmm" she thought, "those don't look like Berliners?" But seeing no plot potential in this point, she headed on out the door.

Meanwhile, Ann was actually
Tracy Fabre Jul 27, 2009, 3:34pm EDT
in the closet of the Pink Pearl Pavilion's office, consuming cream horns as fast as she could because she was, in a word, frenzimadified and unable to help herself.

Peter heard the muffled moans and yanked open the door. "Ann!" he gasped. "You're covered in
ann c. Jul 27, 2009, 3:44pm EDT
cream horn crumbolicals!" Ann couldn't answer. She placed her hands across her throat, indicating that she was choking. Peter promptly slapped Ann on the back and cream horn pieces flew across the floor. Ann stumbled into the office and grabbed a bottle of water drinking it down in one glupuration. Peter
Mark Jepsen Jul 27, 2009, 3:54pm EDT
(being a clean sort) picked a prolific panful of partially particulatified pastry pieces and placed them into a polyethylucyated parcel for disposal. Ann was touched by this gesture as much as by the fact that he had just saved her life.

Tracy walked in just then and
Susan G. Jul 27, 2009, 4:07pm EDT
gasped "Ann! You had cream horns without me!" Ann blushed and glupped a second bottle of water. A large piece of puff pastry which she had neglected to properly masticate in her frenzimadification had firmly lodged itself behind her left tonsil and she was still trying to dislodge it. She was no longer in any danger of choking, but
Mark Jepsen Jul 27, 2009, 4:23pm EDT
Peter gave her chest compressions just the same. "That really isn't helping!" Ann declared. "Compressified comestibles can be dangerous!" she said worriedly.

Susan came running when she heard all the commotion, and realized
Susan G. Jul 27, 2009, 4:28pm EDT
that the lock on her confectionarical comestible container had once again been breached! She cried "What! Can a woman not keep her pastries from being purloined! Oh, the creamy confections of my craving! What am I to do now when the frenzimadification overcomes me? Thought you of that, Ann? Hmmm?" Ann
ann c. Jul 27, 2009, 4:36pm EDT
had a glazed look in her eyes, "I, I couldn't help it. I was frenzimadified. I tried to stop but they were so tempting." Susan could understand for she had been frenzimadified herself. That's why she was hoarding the pastries in the first place. Sarah walked in carrying a


Susan G. Jul 27, 2009, 4:45pm EDT
crate of chocolate eclairs which served to calm the ruffled nerves of all involved. Tracy said "Mfrarah, *smack* *glorp* howrmph djid jda know jus' wha' wee *gulp* needed?" Sarah gave Tracey an inexpresstimable look and said "Do you really
Tracy Fabre Jul 27, 2009, 5:51pm EDT
want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry?"

"I don't think so," Tracy-without-an-e said, puzzled. "Why are you singinginginging?"

Sarah refused to provide clarifianswerication. "Have another
Susan G. Jul 27, 2009, 6:01pm EDT
eclair and never you mind, for this Tale hain't got no reason, this Tale hain't got no rhyme!"

"We could change that, if it really matters to you." Tracy rejoinderated.

Sarah continued singing "It don't matter to me
Mark Jepsen Jul 27, 2009, 6:37pm EDT
if we get consterpicated, it don't matter to me... if we just keep on singing really high... and eating eclairs... hiiiiiigh... and eating eclairs..." The windows of the Pink Pavillion shattered with the latter, sustained 'hiiiiigh', sending a nearby murder of crows into a frenzied fray of
ann c. Jul 27, 2009, 6:42pm EDT
ferrets who ran amuck knocking over knorks and all sorts of constuctables. Peter ran from the stage area carrying the lifesize Joan Crawford wax figure that was to be used in the revue. Peter exited though the main entrance as glass fell on his and Joan's
Tracy Fabre Jul 27, 2009, 6:47pm EDT
parking spaces, not that eithier had automocars, since Peter didn't drive, and Joan was dead. The ferrets ran off with the supply of blue knorks, leaving the others screeching after them in protest. Sarah sauntered out, still carrying a tray of eclairs, and said, "I'm not cleaning that up."

Ann took another eclair to console herself, and then sat on
Susan G. Jul 27, 2009, 7:05pm EDT
the curb and munched while waiting for the consternabulation to die down. She licked the last of the frosting off her fingers as she watched Barb round up the ferrets and put them in cages to haul them off to the ferretage that she runs for all-by-their-lonesome ferrets. Tracy
Mark Jepsen Jul 27, 2009, 7:24pm EDT
searched her cast list for a "Barb" but realized that half the cast wasn't official anyways.

Much to Tracy's surprise William Frawley appeared in the parking lot. "I just moored my Frawley trawler at the beach. I have a load polyethylucyated plastic parcels which happen to work well for caging ferrets."

This made almost no sense to anyone, which was really just fine, so
Susan G. Jul 27, 2009, 7:29pm EDT
everybody just forgot about it, especially the bit where Tracy didn't know who Barb is! Tracy shook her head to reorientexpresserate herself and then helped to herd ferrets. Barb said to Tracy "Who is that guy who's running around in boxers that match the knorks that we are trying to wrest from the paws of these little knaves? Is he new?"
ann c. Jul 28, 2009, 10:50am EDT
let's walk 30 paces North from the signulation and see what's buried there, if anything." Susan was not in favor of the idea as she knew where the FedEx boxes were and knew the sign was a ruse to discourage the Islanders from finding the REAL boxes. "Let's just go
Susan G. Jul 28, 2009, 11:29am EDT
see if we can find any other kinds of pastries to consume. That's so much more fun than boring old buried FedEx boxes! They're probably all damp and moldy by now, anyway. That would aggrasearify my sinuses! I'm horrifiterribly allergic to mold, don't you know!" Tracy reluctantly agreed that moldy yuck was no fun and Ann wanted nothing to do with
ann c. Jul 28, 2009, 11:49am EDT
anything that would aggrasearify sinuses. So the womenfolk decided to go to Vivian's and see what pastries could be found there. As they were trudgificating along the beach, Tracy spied Roarke's Cordoba and suddenly started the other way. Susan called to her, "Tracy
Tracy Fabre Jul 28, 2009, 1:07pm EDT
Tracy bo bacy banana fana fo Facy, me mi mo macy, Tracy!"

And Tracy said, "Can't talk, I'm busy running away," and then vanished behind a convespicuously located multi-level sand dune with a sign out front reading, "Nobody's home."

Ann, Susan and Sarah looked at each other, and Ann said, "I wonder
Mark Jepsen Jul 28, 2009, 2:09pm EDT
what sort of disenfranchised inflammabilification brought that on!"

"I blame Cheney" said Mark, who had been lying on the fine soft Corinthian leather upholstery of Roarke's Cordoba. Then he drove off, though Roarke had not yet returned to the
Tracy Fabre Jul 28, 2009, 2:17pm EDT
car, without having left the car, and Mark in fact had ridden off down the beach with Robert so how did he even get in the car? These and other questimysteries will be answered next time on Gather Conflabulations™.

Meanwhile, someone was doing something somewhere about some problem, somehow. Still, that is not our business.

Ann said, "Let's go see what Tracy's doing behind
Mark Jepsen Jul 28, 2009, 2:51pm EDT
that multiplexual sand dune next to the little hut with the sign that says Gather Island Creamery & Continuity Police... I'll bet there's something interesting back there that's none of our business!" And so they followed Tracy, even as a stray ferret watched in wrapt admiration of their mischievious
Tracy Fabre Jul 28, 2009, 3:42pm EDT
chapeaus, which they were now all wearing for no apparent reason. "Uh, I don't do hats," Susan announced imperiously, and tossed hers up in the air a la Mary Tyler Moore. Another ferret, using one of the stolen blue knorks, knorked it in mid-air and ran off behind the Creamery & Continuity Hut, chattering about antidisestablishmentarianism (and you can't say he didn't unless you understand ferretese, which you don't, so hush up).

Suddenly, apropos of nearly-nothing, there was a
Mark Jepsen Jul 28, 2009, 3:50pm EDT
discussion about whether floxypoxynihilipilification has been rendered useless that was going on among several other stray ferrets... unfortunately they couldn't ferret out a consensus.

Suddenly, back at the sand dune,
ann c. Jul 28, 2009, 4:58pm EDT
the ferrets had been wrangled and Susan and Ann had persuaded Tracy to go to Vivian's in search of the elusive aforementioned pastries. Thus they continued on down the beach only to discover the floxypoxynihilipilification had errupted behind them causing the Cordoba to


Tracy Fabre Jul 28, 2009, 5:57pm EDT
turn into a silver microwave. But this was okay, since Vivian needed a new one for her bar anyway. They retrieved the microwave, from which Mark-who-wasn't-really-there and Roarke-who-also-wasn't-there had... er... escaped at some unknown point, and carried it down to Vivian's.

Vivian offered them all some nice flan, and they sat around discussing stolen knorks and plups. "What will we do
ann c. Jul 28, 2009, 6:01pm EDT
those FedEx boxes?" asked Mark as he walked into Vivian's after having escaped the floxyposynihilipilification of the Cordoba. "Forget those damn boxes," Susan said, then excused herself for using such cursifying language. "Here, have some flan and a side bowl of
Tracy Fabre Jul 28, 2009, 6:26pm EDT
creamed corn. Or more flan. Yes, that's it, flan with a side of flan. Would you like a creme flan shake? How about some flancakes? Or flanjacks? We also have flan fritters, flan-faits, and flantastic flan flake cereal."

Mark hesitated. "I'll... uh... have... uh... some... uh... water. Uh."

Susan hrmphed and wondered how this Tale would end satisfactorallifly.
Susan G. Jul 28, 2009, 7:55pm EDT
Then she exclaimed "Peach cobbler a la mode!" This startled the others somewhat, but not too much because they knew Susan, so they all agreed that peach cobbler with ice cream would be marveliferous and healthy, too, after all that sugary pastry. Fruit, you know. So Vivian
Sarah A. Appreciates Gather Enforcing TOS Jul 28, 2009, 10:33pm EDT
popped out for a peckish of peaches and performed pastry persiflage. Mark engorded himself with water and peach cobbler. Everyone cooed. It was loveliferous. But it was not quite the end. The end was
ann c. Jul 29, 2009, 11:03am EDT
fast approaching. In a mere three lines it would be over, at least for this 30th Gather Island Tale. As everyone continued eating the fantabulous Peach cobbler a la mode, Peter exclaimed, "Well, I'll be a bonkyschluff!"

THE END
William Dotani Jul 30, 2009, 3:48am EDT
I'm in one of those Marlon Brando rebel moments. A 50's scene and I'm excluded because I'm 101. Does seem reasonable unless you're in teenage wasteland!!!

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