Froggy Tale
ACT I
(1-2)
DMonkey: Beginning of story: Enter Bullfrog...okay, well it looks like an ordinary bullfrog ta me...it's not of course! Having established it's 'credentials' recognition seizes me, my reaction being an immediate, 'Freeze right where you are, BULLFROG!!!' I can't be havin with recognition seizing me all of a sudden like that!...It's just not on...so, the Bullfrog stops, now I have a problem...hhmmm. While I'm pondering this a Treefrog hops out of nowhere, this has a disquieting effect...to say the least! The Treefrog is a 'distorter' it dances a dance of mock defiance.
DMonkey: I can feel a sensation building at the back of my head...Yes, Bullfrog, I know you're there, the Treefrog's dance is coming to an end...the sensation in my head becoming stronger...pulling...black. The only way I can describe this is that I imagine it's alot like having been smashed at the back of the head with a baseball bat...charming... I turn away from the Treefrog and in a twinkle the Treefrog disappears...
The Bullfrog is
impatient, he is not amused with Tree Frogs antics, whose dance
was too mesmerizing and his tone too mocking of the Bullfrog!
Where upon the Tree Frog was dismissed... 'What can I do for you,
Bullfrog?' said I, 'Nothing' said Bullfrog, and he left.....
After the Bullfrog left, a sudden movement caught my attention...Someone
had been hiding in the shadows all this time, a little girl...caught
in my gaze, she stopped, sheer panic in her eyes, would I block
her path!?? Me!?... NEVER! I know better than to betray a lil
girl, I indicated as such and off she dashed, in pursuit of the
Treefrog!
A short time later, I spoke with Bullfrog, and he asked, "Where
can I find a cola in this place!??' I told him where and off he
went, only to return again...
greyzone: ~ The real Thing ~
"All colas
are not alike!" croaked the impatient Bullfrog. You have the
"Real Thing" and you have the "Unreal Thing....".
I waited expectantly for him to say more as I was curious about
an 'unreal cola'.
After a few pregnant moments he continued, "You only
dispense the 'Real Thing' here, do you know where I can get an
'Unreal Thing'?" I looked at the clock to see if it wasn't
too late to call around, the bar had closed a long time ago and
the old bartender would be home sleeping, but under these
peculiar circumstances, I'm sure he wouldn't mind an unusual
request.
But I still could not shake this feeling of recognition. It was
becoming bothersome, like a word on the tip of the tongue, or the
faintest of smells that trigger a half memory, or a thought that
is just out of reach.
And yet here squats this Bullfrog who keeps smashing me in the
head with psychic baseball bats. It's no wonder I can't put my
finger on it!
"Yeah?" the phone growled at me. "Who's this?
Whadya want fer Chrissakes?"
DMonkey: ~ Voices ~
The Bullfrog has a
soft melodic voice, kinda lulling...like an angels voice, not
what ya expect from a bullfrog and the Treefrog, has a deep
voice, not what you would expect from a treefrog, either!
Bullfrog returned, having I assume found a cola, the real one,
and our conversation continued...
DMonkey: ~ The Cheerless Dance Of The Mime ~
Yes, the Tree Frog
is deadly mischievious...but I know the dance of the mime, and
won't be drawn into it...
Bullfrog is somewhat difficult to understand as he occasionally
speaks a derivitive 'Martian' dialect, which may be mistaken for
the Klingon language.
greyzone: Oh, I see, I think. I'm not sure if that's the vague sense of recognition that I'm feeling, but aren't Martians green? That's the problem you know, if you are not at all familiar with something, even though you have heard about it, you can't distinguish between one and another, they all look the same!
DMonkey: ~ Colors ~
That's right
Martians are Green...so are frogs...usually, but Bullfrog is Red...so
is Mars! :-) Okay Greyzone maybe this will help ya to distinguish
the Frogs...Bullfrog is RED, Tree Frog is PURPLE, they are
travelling with two of their friends, one is GREEN and the other
is BLUE.
greyzone: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue...OMG this must be the
'Rainbow Coalition'!! Do you mean that they are all here in one
place? I don't believe my luck! Ummmm.... is this an 'electric
coolaid acid' sorta trip? So if the Bullfrog is red, and the Tree
Frog is purple, were havin fun, eh? Then my guess is that being
that they are swamp creatures, the green one is a.......uh,
salamander, and the blue one is a...newt, right? errrrrr....do
they sing??
DMonkey: wrong... Uh, no the 'green and the blue' creatures are
froggys too, yes they sing and they play in a band called FROG...kinda
figures, don't it!? ;-)
greyzone: otnoroT It was the kinda watering hole that you
couldn't find any other place like it on the planet, let alone
the cosmos, where the likes of Mic Jaguar, Splint Beechwood, Mad
Donna and God for example, could roll in and not get mobbed,
bitten and stripped by the regular clientele. In fact they, the
paying (?) customers, were so cool you might think they were
barely alive! Talk about reserve!! But this to the celebs was an
oasis, a place to escape from the excruciating boredom that comes
with living on the road, hotel food, mtv & vh1 and members of
the opposite sex (usually). >}-) Some of you celebs out there
know where I mean, but for most of you who don't I will tell you
with this anagram, otnoroT! hehehe
It was another one of those hot, muggy nights where all around
you sweaty armpits were the omly indication of life. Outside
another stretch limo straddles the sidewalk scattering the winos
outside and and big thick dudes move to cover the emerging
occupants, escorting them into the club.
The patrons, as is typical, observed them with their straining
periferral vision only for the mild curiosity to see who it was
this time. It was the rock band "Four Frogs"!! Or was
that "The Fab Four Frogs"? I get confused sometimes. In
they came with a sort of legendary cross between a hop and a
strut, if you can imagine that. The old bartender looked up from
drawing another pint, gave them a withering squint and turned his
attention again to the tap. He was proud of his reputation of not
ever wasting one drop!
I was at the bar soaking it all in, the scene I mean, and the
Frogs stretched out along the bar beside me. "Hey Bull!",
I said "Been along time man. How's the gig tonight? Good to
see ya too Tree! How's the wife & kids!?"
DMonkey: FROG!!!!!!!!!
Bullfrog leaned
forward and said in a clear voice, "We're from the Legendary
Rock Band FROG...singular as in Frog, not Four Frogs or Fab Four
Frogs or any of that...just FROG...ya got that? FROG!" ;-)
So I thought to myself, in a voice that was probably loud enough
for him to hear, "Big Deal!"
(We get that alot here...Legendary Rock Bands. ]:-)
Yup, the inner voice was too loud, Bullfrog began telling me
about FROG...I listened, sorta...but something did begin to
interest me, not about FROG, but rather this particular Bullfrog!
Now meanwhile, I'd lost sight of Bull's companion and fellow
member of FROG, Treefrog...
greyzone: "Seen the Tree
barkeep?" says I. Says he, "Last I saw it was still
there in the middle of our 'No Smoking' section outside at the
back patio." " Huh??" I was momentarily confused.
He saw my puzzled look and realized I meant Treefrog. "Nope.",
he corrected himself, "Must have heard your loud inner voice
and taken offence, besides he figures he's not needed, or paid
any attention to when you get Bull on the subject of FROG."
Tree is the sensitive one, and very creative too. Writes alot of
the songs and tries to be nice to everyone. But sometimes it gets
too much and he is easily hurt, especially when Bull starts
sounding off and takes a romp through the china shop. Tree has
the added job of putting the pieces back together on top of
writing the songs, singing and playing the guitar! Where did he
go? They've got another gig tonight!!
DMonkey: Nah, Treefrog's not missing, he has the uncanny ability of being in a few places at once, course yer never quite sure where he is, from one minute to the next...May as well settle back and listen to the FROG saga, not like ya have alotta choice, uh, it's that or 'Martian' which is a little hard to follow, ta say the least! ;-)
greyzone : "Now
let me tell ya! But before I get started I gotta get something to
eat." Bull calls out to the old boy behind the tap, "Hey
barkeep! Gotta menu? ...... Let see now, I'm in the mood for
something fancy. Here's somethin with a french name! It's gotta
be exotic, and SHEESH, look at the price tag! Anyone here speak
French?" Well??" A few came up to look at what he was
ordering and decided to be dumb (this wasn't even worth an
autograph). "You people call yourselves Canadians and you
don't speak French??" You could see that Bull's patience was
taking a left turn out the door. His stomach could wait no longer
so he ordered the 'jambes de grenouilles marines aux ailes et du
beurres'. He thought to himself, "If the name was a mouthful
then the portion must be huge to justify the price! I sure have a
nose for 'the big deal'!"
"Don't interrupt me until I finished eating and don't say
nothing that it isn't even here yet! Don't get me on the subject
of lousy service!" Bull bellowed. The dish was hustled out,
and as fast as it was put down before him, the staff quickly
removed themselves to a safe but respectful distance.
Have you ever seen the Bull's mouth when it drops to that
'classic' gaping gullet? And he does his 'classic' bulging eye
thing? Well you have now witnessed a first in his musical career,
he did both at the same time!!!
To his utter disbelief there was lying on his plate, wisps of
steam rising from the most pathetic looking spectacle of 6 pairs
of FROGS LEGS!!! AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHhhhhh.......
DMonkey: ...No one dared a breath, Bullfrog stood and carefully
unfolded the starched white napkin and laid it down over the
frogs remains, covering the dish they were laying on...a clatter
of plates from the kitchen, calmly drew his gaze, he asked that
the kitchen helper come forward, which the boy did and solemnly
carried the plate away...Bullfrog sat down again and waited for
someone with enough nerve to approach him, a waitress silently
appeared and handed him a menu from which he reordered...fillet
au fish, or poisson!
ACT I
(2-2)
DMonkey: Am I
only?... "Dreamin, between the darkness and the light"
(Stanley/Kulick)
So having ordered his fish (poisson) the Bullfrog sat down to
enjoy his meal...when all of a sudden, who should appear? But Lil
Tree frog, with a ring in his ear!lol Oh dear, said the Bullfrog...and
what have we here??...
greyzone: Tree Frog cups his ear close to Bull Frog's face and
asks,... Did you ask, what can I hear? Not much, I've got a ring
in my ear! Makes it hard to hear! It was that trash metal band
downstairs, they turned their volume too loud for my delicate
ears!
DMonkey: ...It's the Ticket Seller!!!!! Shouted Bullfrog, loud
enough for Tree Frog ta hear, loud enough for everyone to hear...loud
enough for the Trash Metal Band to hear, and they stopped playing.
Tree Frog was mystified, he had no idea, being temporarally
deafened by the Trash Metal Band, so he said as much, leaving the
whole thing up to Bullfrog!
Now, things aren't lookin too good for the Ticket Seller, on
accounta he didn't get Dark's Best 1001 Excuses - Study at Home
in yer sparetime Course, in time!!! ;-) Uh, so he had no defense...Tree
Frog began to slowly learn ta hear again...Oh and the Trash Metal
Band!?? Well, I donno what happened to them, prolly left town..
greyzone: As it turns out, the Ticket Seller had an excuse! He was already deaf after years of being on the job and hasn't the faintest idea who he's sellin tiks for, and for that matter don't care. It's just a job he says, which is another good excuse designed to deflect responsibility on his boss who is none other than the infamous Don Giovanni Banana, son of Donna Chiquita Banana! And the Trash band. It's too bad they ran out on their contract cause now there's a contract out on them!
DMonkey: ah yes...So we're sayin here that it's really the responsibility of none other that Don Giovanni Banana, son of Donna Chiquita Banana, right!? ]8-) After havin resolved all that the Bullfrog returned, finally, to his meal...which would have been cold by now, there's nothing really appealing about cold fish and Bullfrog was put off by it. The Trash Metal Band...uh, is it a very big contract?lol Just wonderin...no, I don't know where they are, exactly, do you?? hhmmm...
greyzone: Yes. It is the Banana family. Did you know that monkey's are secretly religious and that the Banana Family are revered among the supreme deities? Well some monkeys anyway, present company excepted. Bull was reminded again by Tree that the only thing more unappealing than a cold fish.......um, did you say cold fish? I get it!! COLD FISH!! That's hilarious! :-DDDD A cold fish is enough to turn any hot-blooded frog off. (I was going to say the only thing worse is a clammy handshake.)
As for the Trash Metal Band, don't tell anyone but they are out the back disguised as trash cans. Smart little buggers eh?
DMonkey: Religious
Monkeys? Uh, so back to the Religious Monkeys and The Banana
Family...Do they have a Shrine in some remote village in Tanzania
or what!?!?! Oh no, that's something else, did you say I was
'exempt' from that one, or "except" from that one?
]%-)...
DMonkey Trash Metal Band...Yes, they are indeed clever, too
clever for their own good, bein taken for garbage cans, they
stand a grave risk of being 'taken for a ride' to the town dump!
Meanwhile back at the diner, or where ever we were, Bullfrog,
being put off from his cold fish, decides this is becoming too
much hassle, and he should find somewhere else ta eat! Yea,
really...So he orders a cab to shop around, for a decent
restaurant, where they don't serve cold food!
greyzone: Royalty is always divine and you are royalty, so therfore you are a diety and obviously excepted! And that explains your knowledge of a secret shrine in Tanzania. The Banana family were the chosen guardians of the shrine. But because, many years ago, there were too many to fit into the secret shrine, they had to find somewhere else to live. Some of them eventually came to New York and set up shop but still secretly maintained their shadowy 'brotherhood', some moved to Miami and some to Los Vegas. Anything else you want to know? >}-)
greyzone: Try Mexican! Guaranteed hot food! Whether it just came from the kitchen or has been sitting around for an hour! Like for example, you may have been conpletely distracted by the floor show and still burn the roof off your mouth! YEEOWW! ~8-P
DMonkey: hot chilli peppers...again? Nah, Bullfrog had that last night!lol Maybe when Tree Frogs ears recover from listening to the trash metal band, he'll hear of some new place opening up, uh, guess that could take awhile...hhmmm...Hey! What about the Banana Family!?? They would know LOTS of good places ta eat, right? ];-)
greyzone: I don't think Tree realizes that he still has his fingers in his ears. When you listen to trash long enough, you can forget to take your fingers out of your ears! Makes it difficult to eat too. So I don't think Tree is the best one to ask the Bananas.
DMonkey: Nah, Tree's got his fingers stuck in his ears, on accounta the explosion, yea, there was a smallish explosion in one of the back rooms, didn't ya hear it? They had ta call in the fire dept. to put it out, interestin...
greyzone: I missed that one...An explosion you say. I had to wonder. I thought it was Bull talking to the cook. All that crashing about back there and this really grotesque looking freak in a black trenchcoat or cape or something, running for the front door. Man was it ugly! Funny, I coulda sworn it had wings.
DMonkey: yea prolly...did have wings, 'your freak'...that's nothin, someone hit the lights by mistake thinking it was the alarm, when they turned the lights back on, someone had spray painted the bathroon mirrors, yea, it said "boycott" among other things. No it ain't purdy...must be all cleaned up by now though...
greyzone: EGADZ!! Did they boycott the girlsroom? that would be naughty. I suppose it's possible to girlcott the boysroom. Whoa! Whatever, who would pull off such a caper? All these mysteries, 'freaks' and 'creeps' what next? The fire dept doing a "Full Monty" on the bar?
DMonkey: Uh, I
don't think they knew what they were boycottin, uh, maybe the
food! ;-) So meanwhile, they're redoin the bar, yea, puttin in
the plush seats and so on, they musta been workin all night...
No, Bullfrog hasn't been back yet...maybe he's talkin ta Tree
Frog, he should be able ta hear by now...Speakin of decorators,
there's another place just up the street that's being redone too!
.
Hmmmmm. OK, lets see. Explosion in the back of the diner, thing
in dark cape with wings runs out front door, firemen dancing on
the bar, graffitti in bathrooms, Bull & Tree gone, place up
the street being decorated. Hmmmmmmm. Sounds like a party goin on
and maybe Bull & Tree have gone up the street! Maybe they
serve health food. Best to get away from those Banana family
anyway they're not very healthy to mix with too! Yea, sure that's
where they've gone, Bullfrog and Tree Frog, saw em headed up ta
'the big house' hours ago! ];-) That's prolly what Treefrog's
been doing all this time, organizin the party...maybe we should
go check it out Greyzone, whadya think?...
greyzone: Lead On...OK Monkey, do you want ta flip to see who pays the bill? And I don't mean a monkey flip, it's too undignified for an animal of your position. And if I win, you can leave the tip. OK? >}-)
greyzone: ~ Who's
writin the music here? ~
Bull Frog hits the uptown scene. He's cool, he's clean, he's
quite obscene!
The newts are falling at his feet The toads all wish they were as
neat!
He does a trick as he strolls on by. He flicks his tongue at a
passing fly!
The newts all
twitter and fantasize, The toads get gross and roll their eyes!
The Bull's the dude, even though he's crude,
But he's got the bucks, and it weren't from lucks!!
greyzone: Holy smokin cows Monkey! Do you think we can crash the partys? Whoz buyin? Hey Dark can you spare a few thou? I will gladly pay you Tuesday. Maybe we could get jobs waiting on tables and get lotz of autographs and signed pics an sell em, collectibles ya dig, so we could pay Dark back. Whadya think of that?
DMonkey: Hey Dark's gonna lend us the money, ta crash the party!? SUPER!lol Ummm...how did ya say we'd pay him back Grey...waitin tables? Hhmmm...You'll hafta make alotta tips, Greyzone!!! ];-)
greyzone : Tips!
Schmips! No Monkey! We're talkin big time here, not talkin
peanuts, more like real gross coconuts!! Ya know what I mean?? NO!?
Well, it's like this. We find where the Frogs are staying. Right?
Then we get jobs there. Right? You do all-night Room Service and
work the bar during the day! I'll be Maitre D' during the evening
and run around behind you with a camera all night taking secret
pics! Naughty, naughty! >8-O Think of the bucks! Think, The
Enquirer, Playboy, GQ, Swank, Seventeen....... maybe the Frogs
would like to buy the negatives!! >E}-) We could pay Dark back
including his usurious interest rates and still be rich!
Whadya say Monkey??
DMonkey: OMG!!!!! ]8-) YER GONNA TRY TA BLACKMAIL THE FROGS!?!??!...LOLOLOLOLOL
...Ahem...Yea, okay...uh, ya think it'll work!? ];-)
greyzone: Nooooooo Monkey! Baaaaaaaad Monkey! Not 'blackmail'! Darkmail perhaps. I don't believe there are any 'darkmail' laws. >}-) I have never been arrested, let alone charged with any crimes or misdemeanors and I don't plan to get caught........er, I mean, start now! Did you say Dark gave you the travel money? Our do you have it safely tucked in one of those off shore accounts! Or God forbid you didn't invest it Nigerian oil!?!?
DMonkey: Oh! Oh right Greyzone, musta misunderstood ya! ];-) Uh...money?? No...Dark gave me some bananas...will that help!? So we're off then...oh wait...Monkey can't fly so we'll hafta bus it, okay Grey?
greyzone: Bananas?!? So you did invest in Nigerian Oil!! Now we're rich! Don't have ta 'darkmail' now, just have ta keep lookin over our shoulders for some suspicious Gorrillas. I take it these bananas are the interest that you get! Cool! OK, so we don't buy the 'Lear', let's buy a couple of 'Greyhounds"!! To the Bus Station!---------->
DMonkey: to the buss(es) Okay Greyzone...we better hurry, uh don't wanna miss the 'seat sale'...ummmm no, absolutely no idea what I'm talkin! ]%-) ...Meanwhile the Frogs are a Partyin away!...very quietly...gotta wonder...
greyzone: ~ Of Peterbuilts and things... ~
You have any idea what I'm talkin about?? "seat sale"?? We're rich Monkey! You know, Stinkin, Rollin in it, Filthy Lucre, and all that sorta stuff. How far do you think a couple of seats are going to get ya? Not too far too fast by my calculations. Were gonna buy somethin with wheels, you know like maybe even a Peterbuilt with sterling silver bumpers, hubs, trims, and a hood ornament of a mannekin pis in 24k gold. Call in the decorators!!! Monkey's gotta boogie to da party in style!! That'll liven em up! Right Monkey?? >}-)
ACT II
DMonkey Mon
Feb 24 2003 11:31:04
oh right...the party. I had
almost forgotten...ok, I did forget! ;-)
Well seems somehow I got here, but where's the party?? I know it takes me forever ta get anywhere but this is ridiculous. hhmm...must be a 'mystery party' huh? Kinda like a Mystery Tour, Mystery Play? Whatever! :-) I guess the first order of business would be to locate the party. It's not flippen' here that's for sure!
Tue Feb 25
2003 06:48:06
Okay! I know where the
party is! Yea, it's in the desert. Found a map scribbled on a
cocktail napkin at the last place we stopped for lunch. The map
looks like your average run of the mill treasure map, you know
with a squiggly line and a big X to mark the treasure, except
this map says "Party" below the X...not "Treasure".
So that hasta be right...it's a brilliant plan, who would think
to look for a FROG in the desert. right?? But these particular
frogs are rich so they prolly booked a whole Oasis!!! Yes, these
other funny lines that look like shrubs are actually sand dunes!
Fiendishly clever huh? ;-)
Greyzone having assumed the shape of a slightly squashed pretzel, was sleeping quietly in the passanger seat of the Peterbilt truck. So we pushed on, well I did, with the magical cocktail napkin scotch-taped to the dash...
I was thinking about the party, wondering how we would get in...would it be by invitation? Cause I didn't have an invite. I just have this magical cocktail napkin...hhmm... I wonder...could this BE the Invitation??
The party is still more than a week away, that's plenty of time to sort this out, even for a monkey! lol I figure we'll just camp out in the desert, nomad like...maybe have a few visions that kinda thing...oh, better check on Greyzone, that he hasn't slipped into coma, or something...uh, yes, he's okay just mumbled something incoherent in his sleep..."snort...mumble, mumble, oil and rumble...zzzzzzzzzzzz"
Fri Mar 7 2003
06:52:29
Correction, the party is a
week away! Auuuggghhh!!!...ok now I'm wondering, WHO got me into
this mess?? Nevermind, I'll just...uh, fake it! LOL! Right...
So we haul out the camping gear, well maybe we just need stuff to make a fire then, sticks...GZ will be happy, he likes to poke at things, yea like snakes, lizards...it's a bad habit he has! ;-) So we'll do alla that, and sleep in the truck, no, I'll sleep in the truck, Greyzone can sleep outside, nature freak that he is!...that and he has a can of beans for dinner. Now back to this party, I think it's a 'Hail The Conquering Heros' type of affair...ummm...not sure what ya wear to that type of event! I've brought my red dress, just incase this gets really formal...or something!
Sun Mar 9 2003
06:20:20
Meanwhile, I'm getting
ready ta go to sleep...taping sheets of newspaper to the
windshield and side windows, and making a nice lil bed in the
cubby behind the drivers seat, switch on the overhead light, and
hauling out my copy of the Koncise History Of FROG - An Outsiders
Perspective (or KHOF, as it's affectionately known) written by I
Don' Havaclu and co-authored by Donno Either, guaranteed to have
a tranquilizing effect, the book also makes a handy coffee table,
or occasional footstool.
Course just as I'm dropping off to sleep, Greyzone starts pounding on the truck door. Lifting the newspaper and peering out, I see him standing outside waving a can-opener, hhmm...climbing to the front, reaching under the seats, grabbing another can of beans, and toss the can out the window...he must have company. Whatever! Goodnight GZ!!! :-)
Wed Mar 12
2003 13:28:31
Next morning...4am...
I start the day, tearing down my newspaper curtains...Eek! What's that?? ;-) Oh, it's not a moose, just Greyzone sprawled out on the roof of the Peterbilt truck...charming, I'm tempted to blast the horn...but that would be too unkind! *eg* I decide to climb down from the truck instead, just to take a look around for evidence of last night's happenings....can't see a thing, guess he just climbed up there to avoid the snakes, actually it's more than likely the snakes would be avoiding him, yea, on accounta the beans! lol
I yank on his pant leg to wake him up..."We've got to get going GZ, still lots of driving to get to the party! Oh, wait a minute...I hafta change into my red dress, yea, I decided...ok, maybe you could go change your socks, or something...make sure they match! Yes, I know yer wearing your cowboy boots, that's not the point!!!" :-) "Matched socks...grumble, mumble, rumble...ah! A perfect match, 2 left socks", responds GZ. (I'll pretend I didn't hear that! lol ;-)
I climb back into the truck, sigh, re-hang my newspaper curtains, and put on my "DON'T MESS WITH ME" red dress, hhmm...that's certainly one perspective! I'm abit reluctant to do this, it's kinda like waving a red flag at a bull, or in this case, possibly, a BULLFROG! Oh well, I have decided to go with the red dress...ummm...incase I need to threaten a guard, never know my magic cocktail napkin might turn out to be a phony, so I want to be ready to go the intimidation route, I'll just take my chances with Bullfrog, maybe he won't even see me, there'll be so many people there.
Tearing down the newspaper, I push the door open and holler at GZ to hurry up...again! It'll be night before we arrive at our destination and I don't want to miss the party! OK he's back in the truck, and we're back on the 'highway to hell'...that is to say crossing the desert...
Thu Mar 13
2003 14:24:10
The rest of the trip was
pretty uneventful, GZ was studing his maps, God only knows why,
as we were on a straight stretch of highway, and trying to spot
outta state plates...uh, yea really boring, like I said! lol It
was just getting dark, when I saw a sign! Hehe, no not that kind,
a city limit's sign! ;-)
Approaching the sign, I was trying to make out what it said...Looks like...Welcome to Lost Baggage??...uhm...Lost Wages...on no...it says, Welcome To Las Vegas!!! WHOOHOO!!!!! :-)
Just past the welcome sign, I see a strange shape on the shoulder of the road, I slow down to get a better look...hhmmm...oh, it's someone sitting on a guitar case! I stop. The figure rises, picks up the case and walks around the front of the truck, glancing in my direction I see his face, "GASP!" ..."What!?!??" asks a somewhat startled Greyzone. "ummm, uh, nothing" ..."why don'tcha get out of the truck GZ, and let the hitchhiker get in?" First comes the guitar case which I grab and stuff behind the seats, followed by, and you'll never believe this...TREE FROG!...followed by Greyzone. "Where to? " I ask..."To the FROG Concert, of course!!!", replies the Tree Frog!
...And off we go! ;-) :-)
~
Froggys Act 3 ~
(Interlude)
Lost Wages, Denada
*vision - Hot
and dusty, Greyzone leaves his footprints from the front door of
The Palms Casino and Resort in Lost Wages, Denada, through the
lobby, past all the thonged beauties lounging by the pool casting
lusty glances at him, and enters the casino, whereupon the 95,000-square-foot
room becomes suddenly silent, and as usual, the lead guitar has
the last note. Eyes follow him apprehensively as he makes his way
smugly to the blackjack table. The people part as he moseys up to
the card table, throws down his canvas US Postal sack, raising a
cloud of dust causing the folk next to him to cough.
The dealer makes a small
eye movement and security moves in flanking Greyzone, just in
case you know. "$500 worth dealer." I says, cool as sh*t.
"KISS or regular?" asks the dealer.
"KISS, five 'C' chips, thanks."
"That'll be $1500 sir."
"That include the jewel cases and pics?" eyes dealer
with slight suspicion.
"Yes sir." beginning to show slight nervousness, at any
argument about exhorbitant prices.
I reach into my sack...the guards reach for their guns. Before
they can take the safety off, I pull out my stash and flip one
buffalo ch*p across the table, "Change Please." -
vision ends*
~ FROGGY
FAIRY TALE ~
ACT III
MeBaad: Enron's
Revenge! 8-) I was trolling for stray frequencies the
other night, when my finger stopped dead on the button. My head
was chilled by this evil laugh, "Muahahahaha....you fools,
you pea haeds, you empty bottles of Old Spice! If this was winter
I'd say freeze in the dark, but as it's midsummer, I'll say fry
in the heat! MUAHAHAHAHAhahaha..... (shit! damn mosquito!) No A/C,
no ice cream, no cold beer, no lights in the bathroom, no lights
at intersections, no nothing, NO EVERYTHING!! NO COMPUTERS!! MUA
HOOOOOO!!!
I did it, I say!! I DID IT!!! This was no monkey business or The
White House and the Pentagon would be clueless too!
My name used to be Kenny....Kennyboy Lay, but I have transcended
all that, and my accounting systems too. Bow down New York, this
is Pay Back Big Time! On your tummys Cleveland, beg to me
Detroit, Back in your masks Toronto, There's so much hot air in
Ottawa it's going to defy gravity!
And you wonder, and you scratch your kneecap (old mosquito bite),
chew nervously on your mustache....Washington DC, howcum? It's
not that far from NYC. Why not? Does it have anything to do with
Junior's gra'momma?
Perhaps...
Quite simple...I spared the Blackout in the Big White House and
the Concrete Pentangle...so according to my accounting...they owe
me! MAUHAHahaaa...
What's that I hear? Shhhhh... Oh, it's only a couple of friends
of mine. They're so thoughtful. Oh look, they brought me a nice
rubber coat - Kinky!
*sounds of a struggle...silence*
Must have turned off the radio.
So there you have it. What do you make of it. Quite honestly I
think in was a lunatic, and I quietly suspect it was the work of...
THE DEMONSMONKEY!!!!!
DMonkey: Too
funny! Hey, we rescued someone from the building elevator, yea,
the fireman wouldn't unstick any elevators unless it was a
medical emergency! LOL! I just got home, walked in the bathroom,
flicked on the light and *poof* no power! I blamed the goofy
electrician we had in the day before...then out in the hall, I
heard it was the whole city...yea, then the guy stuck in the
elevator...then another guy came out of his apartment to tell us
it was half of North America!!! LOL!
So yea, pretty relieved that it wasn't me hitting the bathroom
light!!! For real, I zap lightbulbs if I don't watch it...and I
wasn't watching it...uh, so there goes your conspiracy theory...uh
yea...*poof!* :-) :-)
MeBaad:
quote: walked in the bathroom, flicked on the light and *poof* no power!
quote: pretty relieved that it wasn't me hitting the bathroom light!!!
quote: I zap lightbulbs if I don't watch it...and I wasn't watching it
The truth is
stranger than fiction...Looks like a conspiracy to me DM.....hmmmmm
}-)
DMonkey: oh...
DMonkey: Ummmm...
Copied From: GENE SIMMONS.com
"August 15th - My apologies to all of you if the recent power blackout has inconvenienced you. KISS and Aerosmith had a packed STADIUM full of fans waiting for the Detroit concert -- unfortunately, no power, so we cancelled. Likewise, I had to cancel my Detroit Book Signing. I promise to come back. So will KISS and Aerosmith."
DMonkey: Now I gotta tellya, that switch looks EXACTLY like the one in my bathroom!!!!! :-O :-O :-)
DMonkey: Update!lol Picked up a coupla brass switch plates the other day...right, hide the evidence... ;-) :-)
MeBaad: Looks like the one in my outhouse. HA nice try DM :-P
DMonkey: %-) Nice try for what MeBaad?? hmmm O:-)
MeBaad: persistent conversion!
Don't hurt yer head on the wall... *eg*
DMonkey: %-) wall.....? Uh, there's a wall!!?? oh, silly me... ;-)
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