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

Please do not post here until you have visited the old jail on Magoose Island. You may pass through without comment, if you wish

[ in Boots]

Grrrrrr... Thiss rremindss me too much of a trravel carrierr...rrrrRRRrrrr...!

Doc: Hope we don't get locked in here. There's no room for three people let alone seven dwarves.

Sleepy: Comfy dust though

*peers through the door, but does not enter. With a shudder she backs away*

Brrrr! Bars, locks, cages...I don't like this place!

*She walks away, attempting to look casual. Then she breaks into a run.*

*Buttercup walks out of thin air some distance from the jailhouse*

[Back]: *finishing a sentence started elsewhere* ...you're in a timewarp. Ooh! Great cactuses!
[Front]: Cacti?
[Back]: Who cares?

Woah!

*flinches, as the virtual scene suddenly changes, the transition from moonlite lake to desert sun leaves him temporarily blind*

The management might have warned us they were going from the darkest set to the brightest.

*wipes his watering eyes with his sleave.*

--> FOOP! <--

Ooouch!

(He appeared too close to the set, leaning against a cactus. [only one, si Senor?] He jumps and blunders around, feeling for the theatre seat he knows must be...right...there...)

> THUD! <

Um... Titania? Can I borrow that pillow back...?

B4

It's actually sunset. See http://www.asterlil.com/h2g2/mothergoose/jail1.htm

I think we should start by having a cup of tea. DId anyone bring the biscuits?

I've still got plenty of Quality Street!

*turns away from looking straight at the setting sun*

Ahh, that's better.

*munches *

**Purr saunters in gallantly [hopefully with a lady on each arm] and moves toward the open door of Pecos Jail. Before entering he...**

[Purr] Parrdon meow for a moment. There's ssomething Ai sstill need to rremedy before the next act prrogrresses.

**He sits down on the bench in front of the Jail and pulls off his left boot, wriggling his padded toes. Water pours out onto the dusty stoop and disappears into the thirsty dirt. He shakes the last drops out, slides it back on, then takes off the right boot and repeats the process. What could have been a puddle barely shows in the desert soil.**

[Purr] Drrastic change, thiss is... Though the warrmth of thiss evening's ssun is enough to make meow want to currl up rright here and take a nap... Mmmmrrrrrrrr...

*walks to the door out of the dim interior and slouches in the doorway in such a way as to block it*

*with a bucktooth grin*

Well here's a fine outfit come to visit. How do you all come to be so wet, did you git a dunking in yonder trough?

**Mildly startled as he was just beginning to relax (possibly about to drift into the aforementioned nap), Purr jerks back to unreality and gazes at the cowboy figure in the doorway.**

[Purr] Wha--?? Who--? Wait... Urrrr... Perrhaps yeou would be sso kind as to intrroduce yeourselff. [extends a paw] Ai am Purr in Boots. We have all rrecently come frrom Rrow Rrow Lake, elsewhere on the Island. Ssome of uss did not farre well there, having fallen into the lake, ssome of uss morre than once. [still holding his paw ready to shake hands, though wondering if this stranger regularly deals in polite company]

1: Ow!
2: Ow!
3: Ow!

*three blind mice tumble out of thin air and land on the old bench by the doorway. They get up and adjust their fedoras*

1: I feel a warm dry breeze.
2: I hear tumbleweeds.
3: I smell cordite.

All:

Well here we all are in a very tall tale
of cowboys and deserts and escaping from jail;
The Kid's here, And we're here,
So the story can't fail.

*they bow*

This TI gear could be very useful.

But I would much rather not see the inside of a jail again for awhile.

Oh!

Where are we? It's very dusty........

-ne would do the trick?

*looks around*

Ah - yes! There you are!

<--Baaaaaaaaaaaaa

*still smiling, but not moving and not shaking hands*

Folks call me Kid Antrim. Or Billy Kid. Or Billy Bonney.

So what you come for?