Bubba In The Holey Lands ! ?!, Play away friends!

[WizardofOwls]

"Hmmm..." said Gilidorfus, "I heard that General Confusion and the Oxymorons were quite busy terrorizing the general populace in Timbuktu. So what in the world would they be doing in a nowhere place like Gastronia? And tartgeting archaeologists? I know that we are pretty close to the NauSea, but even pirates wouldn't target an archaeologist... unless of course he had something they wanted. I assume that is why you've called us here?"

[Shadows]

Phartripper thinks it not wise at this moment to share his exact knowledge and intent....

Gentlemen in time I will tell you why you are here, but right now we might have more pressing issues at hand...

Again Phartripper turns his attention to the fat lady and studies her carefully.

[Shadows]

As Phartripper watches the over weight woman, she graps her throat and starts turning blue....

Gentlemen we must leave now, hurry, follow me.......

[oldraven]

Jesdone was in shock. We should help her. ....... shouldn't we?

Phartripper grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and pulled him to his feet. As they ran for the back door, Jes turned and ran back in the direction of the blue lady. But after some curses and calls from the other two men, they saw he was only fetching his boots. When he reached the back door, he said, I wouldn't want to get my feet wet. I might catch a cold.

[WizardofOwls]

Gilidorfus was in shock! Phartripper wanted to just abandon the pasta lady who was obviously choking! And he was equally suprised to see the other man run back in. He was getting to ready to ask Phartripper what was really going on when the other man came back out with his boots. "I'll go along for now," he thought as he followed the archaeologist's lead, "but he'd better have a good explanation for all of this! And soon!"

[Shadows]

Phartripper led them all down the alley behind the row of eateries and taverns. Once a safe distance away he paused long enough to say:

Gentlemen what you just observed we could not help, the poor woman had just been posioned.... it was meant for me!

You see I made reservations in my name and paid that woman to say she was Phartripper....

The sound of running feet was coming from the direction they had just left....

RUN gentlemen if you value your lives....

[Shadows]

Phartripper and company disapeared down the dark alley as the cook and waitress from the eatery tried to catch up to them....

[Swanny]

Lifting his leg to mark his territory, Damd Dog stared and snarled as the group of one, two... um, one, two... um, darn it, I wish dogs could count beyond two, as a group of people dashed past.

Humans must want to play he thought.

Then he spied a second group. At the lead was a human he know all too well, dressed in white with a greasy, stained apron, wielding a cleaver and wearing those dreaded boots that were all too often aimed at Damd Dog's ribs.

Yipe

Damd Dog tried to hide behind the trash bins that lined the alley, but misjudged the space. After all, he WAS just a growing puppy and his now 90 lb frame wouldn't fit into the little puppy hiding spaces he'd used only weeks before. The cans tumbled, rolling into the path of the pursuers.

The hated human with the hurtful boots tripped over the first of the cans, and the waitress fell on top of him.

Neat trick Damd Dog thought as, tail wagging wildly, he dashed off to chase the first group of playful humans.

[oldraven]

Damn! The dog barked as he said it. Now they've set the dogs on us.

The trio ran for a good five minutes, which is quite a feat, even with boots on, when fatigue started to force reason to the surface. Phartripper, we've been running now, for ten minutes. Although this would have been great fun in my youth, right now, I only want to know where, if there is a where, are we going? The dog had caught up a while back, but simply ran beside the three. Or ran accross the three, nearly tripping them, as dogs do when they're playful. Every time someone yelled at the damned dog, he seemed to get even more rambunctious.

[Shadows]

Don't ask now just follow me , I have consigned a ship to take us across the Nausea...

where did that damned dog come from?

Phartripper laughed as he watch the anticts of the hairy beast....

[Swanny]

Damd Dog liked the smell of these people. They smelled like good food and faintly of good living. Of course Damd Dog didn't know much about good living, but they seemed like GOOOOD people.

They even know my name, and they run good, too. At least, they run good for humans.

[WizardofOwls]

Gilidorfus found himself liking the dog, though he wondered why the others cursed him so... but he seemed to like it. Strange!

[oldraven]

A ship? Now we're talking. The thought of being out on the seas again gave Jes a newfound resolve, and so he found his second wind. Which he guessed he had lost somewhere around his early teens.

The Nausea had claimed the contents of many lesser men's bellies, but Jes had braved it more times than he could remember.

yar, slipped out of his mouth, and he hoped no one had heard him, or just took it as a random noise to go with his panting.

The Dog was starting to grow on him. No, not literally. It's goofy ways, and large clumsy paws showed that it was just a pup yet. Jesdone simply could not resist a puppy. Better than a parot, if he did say so himself.

[Shadows]

Out of all the noise and clatter of the chase, the garbage cans , the barking dog, the running feet and the curses of their pursuers, Phartripper heard a sound that made him cringe....

No it could not be, was one of these chosen by him a spy, an achillies heel, an... an... follower of the Oxymoron's....

Phartripper decided to lead this group a little out of the way to be sure!

[Shadows]

We are going to cross this small stream friends....

Phartripper knew that the Oxymorons hated to have wet feet... wait a minute, this one fellow, Jesdone, seemed to have an adversion to wet feet...

Could it be....

Run friends, we need to cross here!

The pup seemed to like the change of direction and splashed and shook water over all of us.