Well, even though Dane expressed his confusion of the obviously false first clue, he still decided to search his house after leaving Henry's. He started with the plumbing. After seven hours of sticking his head in toilets, shower drains, sinks, garbage disposals (ouch), and various other wet tubes, tunnels, and crevices, he concluded that Skippy was not in any of the pipework, so he decided to check all the structural areas. After four more hours of crawling around in walls, ceilings, floors, and other various places that held his house up, Dane assumed that Skippy wasn't there either, so he decided to check all outgoing forms of transportation. After three more hours of riding cars, mail trucks, milk vans, ice cream vans, bicycles, garbage trucks, and other various things with or without wheels, Dane came to realize that Skippy wasn't leaving his house if he was there at all, so, for his final search, Dane check all rooms and piles of junk in his house. After ten more hours (which now all the hours spent searching add up to twenty four, EXACTLY, I HAD A STOPWATCH) of looking in bed rooms, closets, bathrooms, and kitchens, and digging through piles of dishes, food, clothes, toys, and other various molding lumps Dane came to the final answer that Skippy was not in his house at all. Dane went into a fit that looked somewhat like him attempting to catch his tail, swallow his tongue, tickle his back, and kick his leg. Dane finally snapped out of his deranged trance and went to get the mail. In the box he found another clue. It read:
Dear Dane, Henry, Ben (maybe), and Zach (honorary),
We wish that all of you had followed Dane's idiotic example of tearing up his house in search of Skippy, but I guess you can't have your salamander and lick it too. So, we have issued the real first clue, but it will be number 1 & 1/2 and will prepare you for the second clue, or Clue 2, as I might add. Good luck with this rhyme:
Clue # 1 & 1/2:
Gather your crew,
For clue number two.
Sorry, that clue was really bland and dry, and really, it probably shouldn't have been a clue at all, but, it will bring us all closer together, love your neighbor.
Somewhat Sincerely, but Somewhat Sarcastically,
E.V.I.L. (Evil Villains Incarcerate reptiLes)
What have you gotten yourself into? This is the blog of world renowned Dane Fisher. Here you will find the exploits of a child truly posesed. The derranged scribblings of a mind gone bazzerk! The chicken scratches of an undesirable!!!!! The writings of a wierdy. If I were you, I'd put on some rubber gloves. Cause this is gunna get strange. Read more, I dare ya.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
The Big 70!
The next post will be my big 70th! I was just at my big 50th, but after a big blogging splurge, I reached my Big 70th in three days! Show support by entering the R at R Big 25th topic contest! Go blogging!
P.S. Henry, write on your blog, especially about Skippy!
P.S. Henry, write on your blog, especially about Skippy!
The Skippy Chronicles Season 4 # 1 The Best Beginning Ever
Dane woke up from his dream to find that a note had been pushed under his door. HE unfolded it to find magazine cut out letters in the form of a message. It read:
Dear Dane, Henry, and Zach,
We have turtlenapped Skippy the turtle in order to research him. We took these drastic measures for no apparent reason. We will leave clues to his whereabouts to aggravate you into chasing him for our amusement. Now that the ransom stuff is taken care of, we will write the small talk. How have you been? How's Skippy? (Wait, we turtlenapped him, never mind.) What's been on your mind? Keeping busy? Enough small talk, time for the first clue of Skippy's location.
Clue #1: In your house Skippy resides,
But only you to him does safety provide.
In no Way at all Sincerely,
E.V.I.L. (Evil Villains Incarcerate reptiLes)
Dane had no idea why the people who wrote the letter didn't use a computer and type the message out to disguise their handwriting, so he assumed they were equally as ignorant as him. Or the people were somewhere remote, so they didn't have a computer to use, but then how would they get the magazines? This contemplation was pointless and was using much of Danes brainpower, so he decided to stop and brought Henry over to help him search his house for Skippy.
Dear Dane, Henry, and Zach,
We have turtlenapped Skippy the turtle in order to research him. We took these drastic measures for no apparent reason. We will leave clues to his whereabouts to aggravate you into chasing him for our amusement. Now that the ransom stuff is taken care of, we will write the small talk. How have you been? How's Skippy? (Wait, we turtlenapped him, never mind.) What's been on your mind? Keeping busy? Enough small talk, time for the first clue of Skippy's location.
Clue #1: In your house Skippy resides,
But only you to him does safety provide.
In no Way at all Sincerely,
E.V.I.L. (Evil Villains Incarcerate reptiLes)
Dane had no idea why the people who wrote the letter didn't use a computer and type the message out to disguise their handwriting, so he assumed they were equally as ignorant as him. Or the people were somewhere remote, so they didn't have a computer to use, but then how would they get the magazines? This contemplation was pointless and was using much of Danes brainpower, so he decided to stop and brought Henry over to help him search his house for Skippy.
The Bigger 25!
AS you know I'm on number 23 of the soon to be 25 post of R at R and 25 is a quarter of one hundred, and that is really cool. So, for the actual 25 post, I am going to write about a topic suggested by "the viewers". So leave a comment on this post about what I should write about. The best one will beb used for the 25th post of R at R!
Randomness at Random # 23 Wax Winning (the prequel to Wacky Wax)
Carl was walking around the slummy side of town, looking for something irresponsible to do, when a man in a gray suite asked him if he was 21. What kind of question is that to ask, thought Carl, but since he had been looking for something irresponsible to do he told the man his age. (Carl's age will never be specified since he does many strange things involving many age groups.) The man in the gray suite didn't really care if what his age was, he was going to put him on the Easy To Win game show anyway. Carl was flown out to Washington to the Easy To Win game show complex for his 11:00 am (not pm, or cm, that's centimeters) recording time. After all the corny/showy stuff about his personal life, the host, Mr. Announcer, said that he had to pass five levels of tasks to achieve the grand prize of one million dollars. (Exchanged into equal value in Euro is a prize of 100 Euro A.K.A. inflation) The first task was to take off all his clothes and rub every single inch of himself inside and out with Wasabi sauce. Piece of sushi, I mean, cake, he thought. Carl did so, and after screaming for an hour, passing out of pain, screaming another hour, and taking a bathroom break that even more painful, Carl passed level 1. Level 2 was that Carl had to swallow 100 ping pong balls filled with baby pablum. Piece of ground carrot, I mean, cake, he thought. He did so, and after puking for an hour straight, and another even more painful bathroom break, Carl had passed level 2. Level 2 and 1/2 was challenging Carl that he had to swallow 100 golf balls filled with Habenero Pepper hot sauce. Carl did so and after the most painful bathroom break yet he passed the hypothetical Level 2 and 1/2. Levels 3 and 4 were to swallow 100 tennis and soccer balls filled with liquid mercury and cyanide poisoning, and after the mother of all painful bathroom breaks, Carl was on to Level 5. Level 5's task was to milk 200,000 glow worms and fill a twenty food tall cylinder, then drink it all while swimming in it. Carl did so, and after the father of the father of the uncle of the mother of all bathroom breaks, Carl had won the million dollar prize. And guess what he bought with it...
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