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Post by brooks on May 15, 2012 11:33:08 GMT -5
( sneaking in to tell Deb............that was great keep it up, and Rumpelstiltskin !!!!! Love it!! sneaking away now, be back soon promise)
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Post by Deb on May 16, 2012 11:36:14 GMT -5
Rumple wondering out loud to himself , "What possible good would come of my daughter making one of her golden ropes for directing the riders of dragons to a central location of patronizing and umm....just plain getting together after so many years?"
Rip in hearing shot of Rumple's verbal musing tells Rumple, "My good friend, much can be done and accomplished by your daughter's fashioning a long golden rope much like the grass rope or maybe poly rope that Big Tee uses in the dead of Winter when the snows and blizzards cause white outs to find her way from house to barn. The golden rope would be much stronger and more visible to dragons and humans in most cases".
After the explosion at Deb and Max's house Max has been watched like a hawk whenever he even approaches anything flammable or explosive. Perhaps in his younger years as a Demolition Trainer of military Rangers and Green Berets he just couldn't resist one more exciting blast....
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Post by Bara on May 17, 2012 15:16:38 GMT -5
"Knit one; purl one," muttered Rapunzel, under her breath.
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Post by Goalie on May 17, 2012 15:42:54 GMT -5
But what about the golden straw that is laying here in Debs barn? Who will be able to make the carriage needed for all to leave at one time? Whatever is under that large tarp in the corner?
so many questions, but so little time to find answers.
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Post by Deb on May 18, 2012 10:27:46 GMT -5
AHHH transportation for each and everyone is no problem at all none some 'a tall!! For under that blue tarp taking a much deserved rest is Paul Bunyon and his Blue Oxen, Babe.
Not to worry about the Golden Straw laying...'er lying in the barn. It can be trusted to tell the truth or face the consequences of...
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Post by Bara on May 19, 2012 2:57:53 GMT -5
Said Truth : "I knew I'd be dragged into this!" She called Consequences on his cellphone. "We've got another gig - in Missouri," she said. Consequences groaned. "Next you'll be telling me fairy-stories about dragons and Ex-Racers.." he complained. "Funny you should say that ..." said Troofie. Consequences packed  "Swimsuit? Probably not. Sunglasses? Maybe ... Ah! Disneyworld prospective (supplied by Zen) and the entire works of the Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Anderson. . Yep, that'll do it," he thought. Rapunzel was in tears. The dropped stitch was 4 rows back; and she was racing the clock to make her golden rope. Her once luxuriant tresses were looking a bit threadbare. MTS : "ProspectUS." Rapunzel corrected Bara. "I think you mean prospectus." Stung into a retort, Bara said : "I think you'd be better off with French knitting, if you're trying to make a rope." "French knitting?" asked Rapunzel. "Oh, ask Niaru. You need a cotton reel and 4 nails - oh and a crochet hook.." "What??" asked Niaru, in French .. |
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Post by Goalie on May 20, 2012 8:34:15 GMT -5
"Now hold on here for one dang minute", Terrie said. " Are we really waiting on a golden rope to get this travel pilgrimage back on schedule?"
muttering to herself, Terrie heads off to the other barn at Debs that is hidden behind a growth of trees. As she pulled back the grass and branches, she saw a small circular door that could only be opened one way. As the door swung into the barn, she could not see much as it was so dark. It looked like it was very big on the inside and as she boosted herself in to get a better look, she felt hands behind her, pushing her into the darkness of the barn. She started to fall and thought to herself , now who would want to do us harm?
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Post by Bara on May 22, 2012 7:37:03 GMT -5
Terrrie and Deb gripped hands tightly in front of the tiny door.
"Are you ready?" breathed Deb.
"When you are," whispered Terrie. Fingers clutched fingers.. Then...
"WELCOME TO EX-RACERS GOT TALENT!" said Simon Cowell.
Deb and Terrie looked down and saw themselves clad in cloth of gold from head to foot....
"And?" Asked Simon.
"Puff, the magic dragon, with real dragons," said Deb. "Introducing.. DANNY!" Cried Terrie ..
Danny and crew swept on-stage. The Fire-crew .... well you, know.
Deb and Terrie took a bow.
"Well," said Simon, with singed eyebrows. "Amanda?"
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Post by brooks on May 24, 2012 21:11:52 GMT -5
 " NO YOU CAN'T DO THAT " shouted Brooks, she was before the Grand Dragon. "Danny has been given a new task and you must now use this Dragon and train her." "Her name is Sweetpea" informed the GD. "She is a novice but very willing" With that the GD flew off. Brooks looked up at Sweetpea and was wondering what else will go wrong........................just at that very moment there was an odd sound in the air, the air was beginning to blow and faintly you could see the outline of a Blue Police Box "oh no !!!!!!!!!!!! Not the Doctor ?" |
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Post by Bara on May 25, 2012 4:40:50 GMT -5
"Where is the one you call...?"
"Oh, don't start that again," said Brooks to the Doctor.
"Righty-ho. Point taken," he said.
Brooks and Dr Who glared at each other. His assistant ( I have NO idea who she is currently,) said :
"Ms Brooks, tea - or coffee?"
"Some water for my dragons, please," answered Brooks firmly.
Ann stepped forward; cleared her throat and said : "I am the one you call... Oh, heck, ANN."
"And, Oh-Heck-Ann?" asked the doctor ... ?
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Post by Deb on Jun 2, 2012 8:33:40 GMT -5
The Doctor asks of O-Heck-Ann, "For whatever reason is my assistance needed? Who or what is sick, injured and needs attention? A Dragon perhaps or someone with two legs and two arms?"
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Post by brooks on Jun 3, 2012 12:02:52 GMT -5
"Oh Doctor let's stop joking now, I know who and what you are and what your capable of" said Brooks
"My friends and I and all our dragons need your help, we are unable to..............well there seems to a force working against us. Every time.............well we keep repeating our selfs.............it's like we can't go forward. I have been sent to an island then pulled back to Deb's house then back to the island several times and it's happen to other members of my group. Can you help us?" Asked Brooks
Note to all writers, The Doctor is a Sci-fi guy who is a time traveler. He fights the bad guys(monsters)etc.
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Post by Bara on Jun 9, 2012 6:20:54 GMT -5
"And you are the one they call...?" Asked the Doctor.
"Oh, Lord," said Debs, taking Brooks aside. "He's under the same spell, he's not going to help us."
The two girls put their heads together. They were joined by 3 dragons; 1 librarian; a Shetland Pony; 2 ballroom dancers; 1 Delivery Driver; Assorted marketing bods; who kept wanting to dissect the target market by socio-economic groupings and extrapolate trends to assess uptake and MRP v RRP v manufacturing + delivery costs to arrive at a totally fictitious figure to fund the venture. Forry produced a very creditable 'mind map' with his hoof, in the sand.
A pack of assorted dogs scrambled up, paws flailing; and obscured the carefully crafted 'excuse'.
Brooks and Deb produced iced tea, kibbles, EXTRA STRONG MINTS and haynets.
The hubbub died down.
"Right," said Terrie, standing at the map, with a pointer in her hand. "We are HERE...."
Not a paw, nor hoof, nor claw, nor foot rustled.
"And from here," she went on ....
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Post by niaru on Jun 9, 2012 6:50:29 GMT -5
..."we'll go THERE", said Terrie, pointing to a tiny spot on the half erased map. "A place where everything will be sorted out."
"Where is that?" said Niaru, still puzzling over what French Knitting could be, she who never knit once in her life...or maybe a long, long time ago, and the results were "lamentable"....
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Post by Bara on Jun 9, 2012 14:33:42 GMT -5
"Form an orderly queue!" cried ClaireLV, clapping her hands, briskly, in Mary Poppins mode. Everyone shuffled into place, except Niaru, who deftly skipped her way up the line in a very French sort of way; a tangle of grubby wool in her hand. "It's French knitting," she explained to anyone who would listen. "You need a cotton reel, ...." Only Rapunzel looked interested.
Terrie, Brooks, Deb, Sweetpea and the Doctor reviewed their motley crew, lined up (more or less) in Deb's barn. Bara and Tee were playing 'Scissors/paper/stone'. Katelyn and Luci were doing Irish dance hops. Katelyn couldn't get it right, so Luci was walking her through it. Lisa was marshalling all the dogs present to form their own orderly queue.
"Oh dear." Deb murmured. All the fairytale characters had stopped for tea and the dragons were getting restless.
"Attention, Everyone," called Brooks. "We are going to ...."
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"Swimsuit? Probably not. Sunglasses? Maybe ... Ah! Disneyworld prospective (supplied by Zen) and the entire works of the Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Anderson. . Yep, that'll do it," he thought.
