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

*Skis down from Mt. Sandcastle*

Hey what on earth is going on here, don't you guys know that it is tourist season. I was expecting Mr. Blair to turn up with Euan, Nick and Kathryn to try the wonders of sking on a Sandcastle before you lot showed up.

Now get off BB's beach and leave it to the poor holidaymakers, this is a very tranquil area of h2g2, and doesn't take kindly to wars being waged on our turf...I mean sand.

I can't join this! Much as I prefer dogs, one of my best buddies on here is Fashion Cat, and that's her intended just arrived.

*offers DD an ice cream*

*A third Sopwith Pup begins circling the beach*

Oooooowwwwwwooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Finally got this kite into the air without pranging. Flipped over on my Betty Harpers a few times without intending to, but I have the hang of it now.

*Swoops low over the castle, making the guards duck.*

Is that ice cream I see?

... we'd throw in a nice Uniform with jangly things and leather boots. A pair of silver plated, Pearl handled revolvers are also up for grabs ?

You know you want to .......

*Waves at DD, who he didn't see in his first pass. Drops a message canister to him.*

Message: Don't worry, DD. This is a friendly war and shouldn't disturb the tourists. In fact, they should enjoy the show. We're only following our instincts here, after all

~second Sopwith Pup swoops down over ACF sandcastle and makes the moat guard Ducks duck~

Ooops.

~climbs back into the clouds~

Hmm, you haven't noticed that I'm already wearing leather boots and jangly things?

~thinks: odd dress for an ice cream seller~

~continues to gain altitude~

*Dives out of the clouds and narrowly misses the other Sopwith Pup. Waves sheepishly.*

Well, I am not technically following my instincts here, BBW. My instincts tell me to leave this war, and use the parts of the beach that I've already taken over in a scheme for global domination. But global domination can wait for a while.

Glad you are, KL.

Incedentally, I assume that the marines are part of my Navy?

nobody likes me, everybody hates me, guess i'll go eat --

erm.... cat food?

~throws sand @ sea~

see? nobody likes me...

*waits for redfish to let his guard down, then pounces on him*

rrrrrrrrooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr!!!!

oh, sh.....

~is thrown to the ground by an angry sea~

~rolls to the side and leaps outta the way.~

Careful, sea, u almost landed on a sandcastle. Dont want to make more enemies now, do we?

*circles redfish*

what's a few more when the world's already against you?

now now sea, Im sure not _everyone_ is against you...

um...

er... anyway, gotta fly

~runs, leaps aboard a parked Sopwith Pup and taxies off down the runway~

~zooms into the sky, and heads towards the departing aircraft carrier~

*shakes furry fist at the sky and hollers obscenities at the departing redfish, then stalks off, muttering to herself*

It's true - very odd dress for an ice-cream seller, but we know all about her and her van:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/h2g2/guide/A411265
I don't know - perhaps we should take the ice-cream van to a quieter part of the beach - especially a less war-ridden one.

<BB<

~a note floats down from the departing aeroplane~

You wont get hurt here, dont worry. btw, do you know how hard it is to fly a vintage biplane and eat a double choloclate icecream at the same time?!?!?