Hensonville City 2010

[The Count]

UD: *In Shakespearian role: I come not to praise Caesar...
But to bury him instead!
*Pours dirt into the open grave, erecting the headstone neatly behind.

 

[The Count]

Meanwhile...

brushes Fatatatita's fur before letting her go out and play with Gaffer.
Ed, listening to rock music on his computer's radio station.
Uncle Deadly skulks into his armchair, reading the latest updates to some fic stories gotten at the Three Candlesticks Library.

 

[The Count]

Hoo-boy... I'll never mix carrot juice and rutabega juice together ever again. What time is it? That late! Oh well, good thing it's summer vacations.
*Grabs a quick bowl of cereal before getting on with the day.

 

[The Count]

*Tunes in to the nightly news.

Narrator: And our headline for tonight.
Famed mob boss Vincenzo Whiskers and his entire sindicate have put a hit out on local crum-bum, sneak-thief, and all-around no-goodnik Lefty the Salesman for the atrocity that was his latest movie trailer. Said Two-Shots Jones, Whiskers #2 enforcer, "When da bossman calls your number, your time's up." We'll update you with further developments once they've happened here at this station.

 

[The Count]

*Wants to go to Harry Potter park in Florida soooooooooo much!

 

[The Count]

*Clinging to balrog and nazghul plastic figurines. Precious... My precious. Must hideses you from the nasty halflingses.
*Scurries away.

*Tosses batch of the One Onion Ring to Bind Them All.
What, too obvious?

 

[RedPiggy]

Kelly (goes around the neighborhood): Popcorn! Popcorn! Get your red hot popcorn! The smack down of the ages is approaching. *pauses, shrugging* Or it isn't. Could be the end ... or the beginning. *laughs*

 

[The Count]

*Opens top to the underground bunker.
Psst, Kells, down here. *Tosses her our wallet so she can pluck the right amount.

Saves us master Kelly! We'll leadses you to the water witch's lair. Just getses us away from here!

 

[RedPiggy]

Kelly (picks up wallet with a devilish grin): Sucker. *clears throat* Uh, okay. *hands Ed back his wallet* What are you hiding from?

 

[The Count]

*Getting three bags of popcorn. Thanks babe.
Uh, I'd rather not say... I don't want the images of the crud to pop into my head.
*Closes bunker, waiting to watch/read Kelly's masterpiece.