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

Did anyone else hear a muffled scream from over there? *points*

*looks down, frowns at the trail of cookies*

And what's that?

*styx speaking in low voice to other rats in cave*
*rats come out of crannies and start carrying away cookies*

*styx scurring across back of indians legs, nips him in backside*
heh heh heh
*runs back to cover*

*looks at the rats scurrying away with the cookies*

Fascinating! How efficient they are!

*carefully advances towards the direction where she though she heard the scream from, bow and arrow ready*

*stops for a moment to allow eyes to adjust to the darkness*

Oh Bourbons! *Starts to pick up a couple as the rats run off with the rest. Moves in the direction of the biscuit throwers at about the same pace as Titania, only Munchkin is scouring the floor for more*

*the pugs are furious! Someone had clearly started a nice game of "Throw cookies for pugs to run down and capture" and then a bunch of rats stole all the playing pieces! That dogs are NOT to have chocolate is not an issue. The girls try to dash up the tunnel in hopes of begging that nice someone into putting more pieces into play. Carmel and Blue Bear do their best to restrain them. The result is the pugs and little red wagon racing across the tunnel floor in a tight circle - almost as if the little red wagon were chasing it's own tail.*

Tontello: YOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!

Lone Jello (whispering): Shhhhhhh! I think we got a bite!

Tontello: Damn right, we got'um bite!

Lone Jello (whispering): Quiet! One of them is coming. No, wait, two are coming. Damn! Some rats stole the bait.

Tontello: Rats! me'um hate rats!

Lone Jello (whispering): Shut up! Here they come!

*hears a howling and hastily looks back to make sure GL is still behind her*

*no, the howling must have come from in front of her*

*kneels, squinting, bow and arrow ready*

Lone Jello (under breath): Yes, yes, just a little closer. Come to papa jello.

*head tingling with diffuse alarm signals from diffuse elf senses*

*decides to stay where she is - half way between the source of howling and the rest of the posse*

*Holds a Bourbon Creme Bisquit out in the tunnel at arms length, while keeping the rest of his body behind the corner. Waves it enticingly.*

*gets imprinted frying pan out and at the ready on commencement of the cacophany of squeaking rats, barking pugs and yowling from somwhere back down the tunnel*

What on Gaia is going on?

Someun's throwin' the devil's food around, that's what's hapnin'. I ain't never seen such luxrious crackers, an' they is mighty temptin'. But I ain't gonna eat any, an' I'd thank you miss fer not handin' out any more of those crackers. They's the source of all the evil in the worl'.

Them crackers's makin' me mad. An' I think's they's talkin'bout twins up there. They's makin' me mad too. I hate twins.

An' kin yer stop them little hounds from yippin' like that! I kin't hear what they's sayin'!

*Puts his hands over his ears and moves closer to the Celery*

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*It takes a moment for the scent to get to them, but suddenly the pugs freeze and fall silent. Their breed has very finely honed, but saddly selective, hunting instincts. They have been known to overlook rabbits hiding mere yards away, but a cookie being waved in the air at the end of a darkened tunnel cannot be missed.
There is a moment's calm pause. Then the three pugs react as one.*

Wooowooowooo! (Cookies! Charge!)

Carmel Oh, dear, oh dear, dear, dear! I do so hope those ahead of us get out of the way. Oh, Miss Titania, Ma'me, Mister Munchkin, Sir? I think we're about to take you out at the ankles!

Hmmmmm... more like my lower back, or butt - since I'm kneeling... I'm not sure if Munchkin is behind or ahead of me..


*ignoring the shouting and howling behind here, trying to concentrate on what's ahead of her instead*

*Still looking for more biscuits wanders ahead of Titania and spots the held out Bourbon. This is sufficient to distract him from the onrushing pugs who ...*
Feel free to knock me over or into the jellos or dodge me entirely, up to you

/* Zeppo's response to the cookies is to sit, whimper, drool, and stare at everyone in turns. */

You know, it occurs to me that this might be the proper ocassion to use the steak bomb that I have left, but where should I throw it? Caerwynn, if we could have a little light at the other end of the tunnel, I could see what the pugs are heading for and aim properly - I wouldn't want to hit Titania or Munchkin.

/* Raises the steak bomb above his head. Zeppo whimpers and stares at it. */

More light? Certainly....

*turns up maglite beam to anti aircraft searchlight setting and ignites caramelising blow torch for good measure and points both back towards the ladder*

*wishes she were armed, but she has nothing but the healthstone*
*remains where she is, trying to make sense of where everyone is and hating tunnels*

*stays with Lil*