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

here's what i'm thinkin. we smother the town in cool whip, then invite the whole of h2g2 down. tell 'em to bring a spoon, see......

*giggles rather strangely*

[X] Yeah, but it wouldn't taste good once we got to the buildings.

Here's what we'll do. See how the land rises again on the other side of this gulch? The road goes with it. Let's have Amos do another one of them charges right through the middle of town, but after dark. Passengers will shoot at will as they drive by. The mounted posse follows the coach a little bit behint and we mark the flashes where the guns are and shoot back.

Coach goes just outside of town on the other side, passengers draw fire and cover as posse dismounts and sends their ponies forward to the coach. Miz Amy can direct operations and warn us about snipers. Did I hear tell there's a psychic in this posse? Kin you establish a communication with Miz Amy?

X you're good at solo work, you work round the back on the left and I'll take the right. Rest of the posse use darkness and coach's cover fire to enter the buildings from the street.

Watch out fer the yellow dog.

And then we root out the rest of them Webjellos and we can use this town as a forward base.

It'll be dark soon. *turns and signals at the Disgruntled Ape* [You help?]

*springing off Affi shoulder to the rear of the coach, snuggles into boot and pulls radio out of backpack*

*red eyes glow anticipating*
Styx talks to Ant Lady.

Somebody stow those puppies, er, pugdogs then, and let's get loaded up. *checks his pockets for shotgun shells and nods*

One thing about the cool whip, it don't go so good with celery if you take my meaning.

*Bonnie and Clyde shake their heads and stamp, sensing purposeful activity*

the celery?!

*ponders*

i wonder if he would remember me... i kidnapped him a very long time ago...

*still watching indian joe, still patting d'E on the shoulder*

Ant Lady give signal and we go?

We charge at 1400 hrs London time which gives all the Americans time to get aboard

*leans back and whispers to Styx* Attack time is 1400 GMT. Pass the word.

*keys commdevice* Attack time is 1400 GMT! *keys off*

heh heh heh
*leans over to sea*
A tack can't mime for teen hunters, ask for a G & T. Pass it on.

*stares at styx*

was that english?!

*readies horse*

*shrugs and whispers to Munchkin* A tack in time saves fourteen G&Ts. Pass it on!

Woohoo, a plan!

*dives onto coach*

but what to do with the prisoner, if we're doing the trojan coach bit?

*hopefully*

let um go ?

Guys, I don't know just what we'll be getting into. Sure the Webjellos around here are basically a gang of rough bandits, but they're led by The Celery. He knows technology, if you'll remember. I was able to talk to him once or twice, and he seemed confident that he'll be the next President of h2g2. He also alluded to it being before the next election, so I'm assuming he has some big grandiose scheme worked out. Granted, I don't see how kidnapping Lil and siding with a bunch of disgruntled h2g2 creations is going to help him conquer all of h2g2 island, and maybe it's just the fact that he seems to have gone insane from the fact that the campaign staff didn't really talk to him that much after the election, but he seems to have something up his sleeve.

In other words, we should be cautious.

*Affy pulls out his .45, and waits for the plan to come into action*

Oh, by the way, there'll be lots of souvenier treasure for everyone if we get out of this alive. That abandoned mine shaft was loaded.

*confused*

Ahem... excuse me, but isn't London time currently GMT +1? So it would be 2 pm GMT, 3 pm BST, 4 pm CET...

*sticks head back through coach window, on hearing Affy's voice and looks at sea*

And you _kidnapped_ this desperado?

*blinks, and then catches sight of Montana Red twitching and giggling, and pans around to take in the rest of the posse in various stages of ferocious preperation.

Suddenly feels a bit sorry for the Webjello Gang.

Sticks head back inside coach, opens bag and rumages around in search of lethal projectile weapons.*

*...and then... having pulled out her elegant timepice on a gold chain inside the coach and studied it carefully, sticks head out the window again*

You're right, T. Sycronise watches?

I won't be online at 4 pm today - is it possible for you to imagen me riding Gandalf behind the coach and shooting arrows at gun flashes?

*Turns to Caer as he gets back in the coach* A tacky rhyme enrages fourteen cheetahs apparently. Pass it on.
*Gets himself comfortable by a window and waits for things to begin.*