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

*opens drawers, tips contents on floor, up ends furniture, scatters cushions and eventually sits down in the middle of the mess holdinga bottle*

Butch, all I kin find is this here self refilling bottle of champagne.

*screaming about-raising hue and cry. CALLING ALL NEIGHBORHOOD CHIDREN!!!CALLING ALL NEIGHBORHOOD CHILDREN!!! GRAB THE LARGEST SPOONS YOU CAN FIND AND HEAD OVER TO THE ATELIER AS FAST AS YOU CAN!!!
I'M GOING AFTER SOME FRUIT COCKTAIL AND WILL MEET YOU THERE! COME HUNGRY!!!
*jr's actions based on the presumtion that if webjellos won't shoot critters they won't shoot children-he hopes*

Dang!

THAR BETTER BE WHISKEY IN THAT THAR TEA, LADY!

*wakes up at hearing familiar voice*



*bumps head into table when trying to get up*

/* Notices a bullet hole right through his middle. */

Hey! Be careful! If I was real that would have killed me!

*Hears the elevator.*

Boys we'd better leave soon. I don't think that durn manual is hear anyway. Bring that bottle, Reb.

*Starts to un-baracade the balcony door.*


We're stealing the champagne bottle, but you'll be able to get it back later, don't worry.

*arches eyebrow* Of course there's not whiskey in my . I can pour you a , though, if you are so insistent.

*looks down* Ludwig! How are you, darling? * the top of the head* Poor thing, banging your head like that! Come over here and I'll give you a nice belly rub.

*The elevator doors open and Ampton runs out, followed by half-a-dozen securibots. Ampton runs over and stands in front of Matina, shielding her from harm. The securibots fan out, snowzars in hand, and start forcing the webjellos towards the balcony doors.*

Thar's another yeller dog, too!
*Follows Butch.*

Thank you, Ampton dear.

*continues to rub Ludwig's belly*

*patio doors, not balcony doors(or I missed the remodeling-sorry)*

*pant, pant*

*wags tail*

*rolls over*

*looks up at all the people*

*wondering if anyone of those strangers might want to play with him?*

*a hot branding iron comes crashing through an Atelier window pane, skids across the floor and comes to rest against Amptons foot where it discolours the metal slightly in an RRR pattern*

~from outside~

Yer aint seen the last of us folks

*Ripley still hanging on to Rebjello, doing his best to massacre Reb's butt*

We're outnumbered and outgunned, boys. Let's go!

*Runs out of the balcony doors.*

~from outside~

Butch, this critter is still hanging on to ma butt. Are we going totake it with us or can you get the dang thang of of me ?

*Ampton is too busy consoling Matina to notice the brand on his foot. GL looks around the room.*

What a mess! Lil will be sooooo upset when she gets back. That is IF she gets back. Wonder how the posse is making out.

*curses, climbs on horse as best as he's able to and gallops off (the unau may or may not be hanging on at this point)*

*suddenly notices there are only jellos around*

*looks up*

*realizes they have moved out of the Atelier*

*reluctantly releases grip, drops down on ground, gnarls one last time before hurrying back inside*

*Those remaining in the Atelier can hear the Sunjello Kid's shout trailing off in the distance*

Yeeeee-haaaaaaa!