h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Oh no.

*Looking around*
Oh no? What now?

(sigh)

You'd really think that riding flying elephants would offer some protection against hostile parrots and "Oh no, what now's".

Erm, did anyone check out this tunnel before we all went traipsing into it like a bunch of lemmings?

*Looks down at Futon, who is starting to doze waiting for Switzerland to come into sight*

Wake up, girl. Looks like there might be trouble ahead.

Where's what's-his-name, the bartender from the Love Boat, with those drinks?

Isaac. He's deserted his post and is running away back the way we came.
~sigh~
Looks like its everyone serve themselves.

*Light in distance is getting bigger and brighter*

*pours herself a nice warm mug of hot cocoa*
Well we have been walking for quite a while now...

*Where oh where has my Switzerland gone*
*Oh, where oh where can it be?*
*With a plot line so strange and a Forum so long*
*How far from here can it be?!*

(NM continues to hum "How Much is That Doggie in the Window" to himself....as he waits for others to realise the ~light at the end of the tunnel~ was Marv the Grates' nose......twiddles thumbs.)

NM

Erm, guys, perhaps we're going about this the wrong way. I mean, we've been following this trail for ages. And still no sign of Switzerland.

Hmmm. What's Switzerland known for? Watches. And chocolate. And army knives. Perhaps, instead of looking for Switzerland, we should look for some of those things, and then maybe we'll discover that Switzerland's found us, so to speak.

Hey, it's virtual reality; stranger things' have happened!!

Good idea, oh Lord! Monsy's got plenty of chocolate back in the kitchen...

I thought the Swiss were better known for avoiding conflict and Red Crosses. Surely if we run away until we find a + we would be there?

Why's the air rushing towards us in this disturbing manner as though being pushed down a tunnel by some high speed object? I'm getting a little worried, I can tell you.

Oh, and would someone please get this parrot off me. I AM NOT FOR SITTING ON.

Is that a Norweigen Blue?

Not to worry, I've arranged for an alternate form of transport.

Dr. D

Emma and I will stay together, Zonker. I hope the transportation you mentioned will accomodate pachyderms?
*Pats Emma affectionately and feeds her a pan of brownies.*

Perhaps the way to Switzerland is to be found IN the room that we are carrying...?

*Dr. J reappears*
Wooh! Scary!! I've just been outside IRL.
Whatever you do, don't think of going there.
*Takes quick slurp from bottle of Jose Cuervo Gold*

*Dr. D reappears*
Yes Mari-rae, it has ample accomodations for pachyderms.
Dr. John, what were you thinking?

*Dr. D, once again, disappears*

Whatever he is, he's going to be a dead parrot soon. He will cease to be. He will breath no more.... etc.

Hey, any more brownies around. I'm starving here.

Just you try it Llama boy. God, you make me sick. Running around like you think you own the place. C'mon, right now, you and me. Parrot-a-Llama. Put 'em up, put 'em up.

Come on you two! Parrot, get back to the club where you belong!

Dr. D

Jojo was a bird who thought he was a Parrot,
But he was a Norweigen Blue.
Now I plan on getting a saucepan and a carrot,
And cooking him in my stew.

Get Back, Get Back,
Get back inside my hungry tum.
Get Back, Get Back,
Get back inside my hungry tum,

Gte back Jo!

Gte. What is he a sports car?