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

lies flat in grass at side of lighthouse, with CREWS gun trained on the running men. and sniper rifle still pointed at ship

*The lawyers finally reach the top of the tower and start gibbering at Rosemary, whilst the running men reach the last uphill approach to the lighthouse. Some of them drop to the ground, weapons trained on the top of the lighthouse, whilst others start to run to the door.
Yells can be heard from further along the clifftop recalling the men but they are oblivious.
The cousin has been left with only 3 men surrounding him. He looks majorly pissed off and stares out at the yacht with a rehearsed distance.
On the yacht, the crewman has recovered from being shouted at by the burnt-smelling man and has resumed his inspection of the small cat*

*kitten looks up inocently soaking wet and shivering*
Meeew?
*walks around the mans anckles and pretends to look for a fish*

*crewman scratches his head...thinks for a moment...then....whips out his pistol and retreats from the kitten swiftly. He yells for other crewmembers to come and look at the freaky kitten which swam to the boat.
Others gather round him and start laughing at his pulling a gun on a small animal.
Another man moves forward, taking his flannel shirt off, reaching forward with it to wrap the kitten up. He takes a piece of beef jerky out of his pocket and offers it to the kitten, declaring that he will name it "Samson" regardless of its sex, and that he is taking it below to dry off, whatever that stuck up chemist says.*

*glares in the most evil and smug way she can in that form at the scientist then eats the beaf jerky*

*"Samson" is taken down through the hatch. The interior of the yacht is revealed. They are in a long lounge with wooden benches covered with cushions and long wooden tables. At one end of the lounge is a door connecting to other areas.

The man puts wrapped up "Samson" on a table and starts fiddling with a small cooker.

The chemist, still dressed in his old clothes but pulling on a spotless white coat, dives across the room, grabbing a pan off the cooker. He stomps through the far door, slamming it behind him.

The slamming door shakes the room and a box of cutlery falls off a shelf and lands on the kitten's paw.

A duck can be seen out the porthole, mournfully gazing in*

*hisses suddenly and darts below a chair hiding in shadows*

*Startled by the crashing box, the man turns to find his new kitten vanished. He shrugs, puts down a warm bowl of milk and some left over jerky before making his way back up the ladder and through the hatch; deciding that it would be a good idea to let Samson explore it's new surroundings without interruption*

*walks over and calmly drinks the milk then eats the jurky desiding that it would be a better idea to let them think she was a happy little kitten*
*now dry and warmer she explores the room and into other parts of the ship*

*Within the room, the box of cutlery lies strewn across the table with knives and forks everywhere. Elsewhere there are rolled up plans and lists can be seen tacked to the wall. They include lists of personel and what appear to be mafia bosses and dealers in information.
A small radio in the corner crackles occasionally.

The door through which the chemist vanished is shut, with a push down handle on it. From within the next room can be heard muttering and grumbling. The smell of cooking starts to filter through.

From an unspecified place on the yacht, a barritone voice can be heard singing, praising the assets of his darling. Intermittent splashes of water provide an accompaniment.*

*curses and fluctures in form for just enough time to open the door*
*walks into the next room snooping around*
*hides in a corner to scope the situation*

*curses ruddy laywers, and unseen by approaching men slips to seaward side of light house. Hopes others are OK*

*The men have reached the lighthouse and start up the stairs, whilst those outside begin to surround the lighthouse.


In the new room, the chemist is bent over a chip fryer, pouring a batch of fries in. A bottle of sunflower oil is on the counter next to him.
He is grumbling under his breath about having to work in such conditions.
On the other side of the room can be seen a safe, a row of pegs with various clothes hung on, a desk filled with tubes, notes, and flasks. In the middle a piece of paper holds what looks like cocaine.
A door opposite to the one you have just come through appears to lead even further along the boat. The sounds of singing are louder.

Unfortunately the chemist is allergic to cats and soon becomes aware of the other presence in the room. He turns, brandishing a fishslice, opens the door and tries to shoo the kitten back out to the lounge*

*walks towards the other door instead and scratches at it*

*Chemist sneezes
"No you CANNOT go in there! Not only is Mr Czowalski in there but you'll get cat hair everywhere! Out THIS way! How the hell did a cat get here in the first place!? GUYS?? Can someone *sneeze* take this cat away PLEASE?"*

*eyeball pops out of water next to duck*

=what's up, duck?=

*duck flips over in shock and terror before bobbing back upright, peering at eyeball, then deliberately turning to stare in at the porthole again. Noticing that it is now at the wrong porthole it quacks and starts swimming along the boat*

=sorry for the shock, doc...did those clowns in the dinghy actually leave their cargo behind?=*following duck to porthole*=any idea what this thing looks like?=

*duck glares at eyeball, finally finds the right porthole and stares through at the chemist and searches for the kitten, spotting her scratching at the door and being fended off with a fishslice*

*the kitten just sits looking at the door*
Meaw... Mmmmmmeeaw,...