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

glad to see you're feeling better, amos.

*clings on even tighter*

I'm ready, you ok Witty now you are facing the right way?

*jumping up and down to get Ant Lady attention*

I found Food Lady! I found Food Lady!

*her fine elf-hearing picking up rat-talk*

*looking this way and that trying to see where it's coming from*

*flies back to the Posse*

Carmel's on the move but Styx and Zeppo are no longer with her . I'll talk with GL and see if he has a plan.

*lands on GL's shoulder, careful to avoid a souvenir left by Pierrot*

What's getting into everyone? I can't find Styx or Zeppo and I haven't seen that Parrot of yours for ages. Do we have a plan?

*still holding on tight*

*gets an itch in her right antenna* removes hat and twiddles antennae to improve reception*

Hey! It's Styx . He says he's found the Food Lady, I mean, Lil!

[to Syx on Radio] Where are you? Over.

*On horse* All ready to role, lead on Amy.

*hangs on tightly to T. Grips Gandalf gently but firmly with knees*

I think I'm settled now.

*Looks about Bonnie's straps, buckles and stuff.*

There really isn't anything for me to hold on to. Would you mind if I put my arms around around your waist if the going gets bumpy, Caer?

That's fine, Witty, I'm hanging on tight enough here for the both of us!

Ah, I'm in charge am I? Oh well, we can at least go as far as the rendezvous with Carmel and the Pugs. After that we'll enter the Badlands.

We'll be changing threads at that point.

The Badlands?

I'm sure, just like Greenland its a misnomer. Shall we off to meet Carmel then?

Sounds good. To the rendezvous, then.

*Points picturesquely while kicking his horse into motion. Somewhat loses the effect though, as he loses his balance and almost falls from his horse.*

*Takes the mbougatse off of his shoulder and takes a bite. Begins to wonder what happened to Pierrot. Just as he is wondering that, he sees a green dot on the horizon, getting closer. GL quickly puts the mbougatse back on his shoulder and swallows quickly. The green dot turns into a green bird, who comes and lands on GL's shoulder.*

Pierrot: Awwwwkkkkk! Who bit my mbougatse!

GL: Uh, I saw Amy up there a little while ago.

Pierrot: Awwwwwkkkkk! Pesky Ant!

GL: Actually, Pierrot, it was me who bit it. Sorry.

Pierrot: Awwwwkkk! No news for you, then!

GL: Oh, come on, Pierrot. It was only a little bite and I'm sure Lil will give you...uh, that is, after we rescue her, I'm sure Lil will give you some more.

Pierrot: Awwwwkkkk! Important to rescue Lil.

GL: Yes, indeed. Now, what have you seen?

Pierrot: Awwwwkkk! Jellos and Apes at pass.

Oh, dear! That doesn't sound good at all.

*flies ahead of the Posse, looking for Carmel*

*follows silently, taking in the sights and wondering if they're going to make it to the Ranch*

Carmel allows the pugs to do the driving as she studies her game notes. She is trying to explain something to Blue Bear, speaking very slowly and quietly*

No, Blue Bear, there isn't a part for you in the new game because there isn't a dog in the game for you to belong to. Bother, it isn't as if you didn't get to play "Chew Toy" in the Christmas Table Top adventure. We are trying to give every toy in the hug a turn, but you would ALMOST think that Mac and Kelly had too many soft toys, not that such a thing were possible. Now then, since "Dealer Room After Dark" is a fuzzy parody of Mac's "It Was Space But The Heard Her Scream" game then we need a fuzzy parody of his really bad collectible card game plot...

*She stops suddenly because the pugs have stopped suddenly*

Oh, dear, dear, what can the matter be? It isn't anything too terribly upsetting, is it?

*The pugs look at eachother, and after a long pause Ruppy agrees to be spokes-pug*

Gnurff. Fnur-fnergle, fnuff.

Carmel Lost? Oh, don't be silly. It's really quite simple. That bit of pairie grass is where the apes, the ones we haven't made friends with yet, anyway, are waiting to be mean to us. We wish to avoid that. Now that bit of identical prairie over there is where the native American jellos are lying in wait, with totally beastly intentions towards us. Brrr! Now this bit of prairie, which you can in no way distinquish from the other two, is where we want to go. See, now isn't that just ever so easy? Oh, do Go Out, now, would you please be so kind? We are sure to reach to rendevue first, as we just know the others will stop for tea, and we don't have a tea set to our names.