*texokie drags in, late to the party as usual, but is delighted to finally get here. This time she does NOT have on a costume and dearly hopes that this isn’t a Costume Thread Party*
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*greets Texokie at the door wearing a tuna costume*
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ROFL!! WHAT A GREAT TUNA YOU ARE, Mother of Dragons (and Dragonlettes!
*texokie sees that she has done screwed up again..... but shrugs it off. She has a quick BRAIN FLASH! [She hopes it is that, and not a Brain Fart...] There is FUN to be had here in the Qanteen! *
*Other Qanteeners see her dash to the Qanteen Qloset and enter in. The door closes. Various rumblings, clatters, mumblings and shatters sound forth. texokie is heard to say some indelicate language not fit for the ears of children and delicate people. *
*Then the sounds of a hand vac firing up reach the nonplussed crowd outside the Qanteen Qloset door*
*Sucking sounds of the vac [much like the sucking sounds of NAFTA as described by Ross Perot] then stop. All hear texokie humming some indistinct songs...then a big metallic clatter....*
OUwwwwwwwch!!!!!!
*texokie, still inside the Qloset, has cleaned up a shattered cheap china tray which had been perched right on top of the spare parts for the Qlock in a very unstable flat place, which of course shifted. She started humming “Little Boxes” - much against her will, but it was stuck now in her head as an “ear worm.” Then to add insult to injury, those darn shovels shifted again and homed in on their favorite target like heat-seeking missiles: texokie’s shins.*
* Recovering from the temporary blocking of progress to her purpose, texokie moves to the hanging up portion of the Qloset and finds the long black cape she was looking for. She finds the item she found left on the dock last Halloween by one of the neighbor children which she has not had time to return yet. Wishing for a mirror, she dons her makeshift costume and prepares to emerge. She does so, and closes the door so as to block the escape of items stored in the Qloset, which almost as on command, shift inside noisily and dramatically - but strangely enough, not against the door *
TA DA!!!!!! IT’S BATMAN!!!!!!
*texokie makes her announcement to a stunned audience which shortly break up in hooting laughter. Finally one Friendly FReeQ enlightens her that she had failed to grasp that the mask (belonging to the neighbor child) was NOT Batman..... but a DIFFERENT RODENT... probably a Mouse.... but not really that either....another helpful FReeQ, who has caught his/her breath from behind his/her own mask proclaims to all gathered....*
IT’S RATMAN!!!!!!
*Kitty Claws, perched on the Steinweigh tenses up and examines the scene. What happened to texokie? DID THAT RAT EAT HER??*
*texokie drags in, late to the party as usual, but is delighted to finally get here. This time she does NOT have on a costume and dearly hopes that this isn’t a Costume Thread Party*
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*greets Texokie at the door wearing a tuna costume*
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ROFL!! WHAT A GREAT TUNA YOU ARE, Mother of Dragons (and Dragonlettes!
*texokie sees that she has done screwed up again..... but shrugs it off. She has a quick BRAIN FLASH! [She hopes it is that, and not a Brain Fart...] There is FUN to be had here in the Qanteen! *
*Other Qanteeners see her dash to the Qanteen Qloset and enter in. The door closes. Various rumblings, clatters, mumblings and shatters sound forth. texokie is heard to say some indelicate language not fit for the ears of children and delicate people. *
*Then the sounds of a hand vac firing up reach the nonplussed crowd outside the Qanteen Qloset door*
*Sucking sounds of the vac [much like the sucking sounds of NAFTA as described by Ross Perot] then stop. All hear texokie humming some indistinct songs...then a big metallic clatter....*
OUwwwwwwwch!!!!!!
*texokie, still inside the Qloset, has cleaned up a shattered cheap china tray which had been perched right on top of the spare parts for the Qlock in a very unstable flat place, which of course shifted. She started humming “Little Boxes” - much against her will, but it was stuck now in her head as an “ear worm.” Then to add insult to injury, those darn shovels shifted again and homed in on their favorite target like heat-seeking missiles: texokie’s shins.*
* Recovering from the temporary blocking of progress to her purpose, texokie moves to the hanging up portion of the Qloset and finds the long black cape she was looking for. She finds the item she found left on the dock last Halloween by one of the neighbor children which she has not had time to return yet. Wishing for a mirror, she dons her makeshift costume and prepares to emerge. She does so, and closes the door so as to block the escape of items stored in the Qloset, which almost as on command, shift inside noisily and dramatically - but strangely enough, not against the door *
TA DA!!!!!! IT’S BATMAN!!!!!!
*texokie makes her announcement to a stunned audience which shortly break up in hooting laughter. Finally one Friendly FReeQ enlightens her that she had failed to grasp that the mask (belonging to the neighbor child) was NOT Batman..... but a DIFFERENT RODENT... probably a Mouse.... but not really that either....another helpful FReeQ, who has caught his/her breath from behind his/her own mask proclaims to all gathered....*
IT’S RATMAN!!!!!!
*Kitty Claws, perched on the Steinweigh tenses up and examines the scene. What happened to texokie? DID THAT RAT EAT HER??*
*KittyClaws ears perk up when she sees TEXOKIE arrive at the Quanteen. She is delighted to see that TEXOKIE looks normal; everyone else seems not to be themselves. Why, the Mother of Dragons actually had the nerve to shoo her away just because KittyClaws took a tiny taste of a lovely looking tuna.*
*Gleefully, KittyClaws takes off to welcome TEXOKIE back to the Quanteen, but before she can reach her, TEXOKIE disappears into the Quanteen Qloset. KittenClaws hears the sounds of a great wind behind the door and then an awful howl..fearing for her friend, she scratches at the bottom of the door, not caring that the Quanteen Qarpet seems to be getting shredded in the process.*
*Finally, KittenClaws efforts have paid off and the door begins to open, but what is this!? A Rat! The other Quanteeners have gone mad at the thought, their hysterical laughter filling KittenClaws ears. KittenClaws runs to the Steinway - not to hide, but to gain ground. No giant rat will hurt TEXOKIE and live to tell*