Absinthe & Cookies (a bit bitter, a bit sweet)

Nebulous Dreams

Here's the completed Round Robin from Friday. Thanks to everyone who participated!

It was a dark and rainy afternoon, and Mitzie was just sitting down to her computer, getting ready to do a little blogging. Unexpectedly, the doorbell rang. Mitzie went to the door, wondering who could possibly be visiting her today of all days. She opened the door, gasping in shock at seeing who it was.

"Omigosh!" she exclaimed, "The escort!"

The entertainer was 6 hours early for the party. The guests hadn't even arrived yet and the chicken wings were just put in the oven. However, the beer keg was tapped and a couple of frosty mugs were ready in the freezer.

Her ex-husband stood like a ghost in the doorway, seaweed sticking to his blanched wet skin. She really should have made sure he was dead before dumping his body in the river, she thought just before he shot her dead.

He then heard a sound. Someone else was in the house!

Otto, Mitzie's pet monkey, leapt off the loft ledge onto the ex-husband's gun, inadvertently shooting the remaining bullets into the wall before running under the computer desk. Otto sat by Mitzie's cold knees, gibbering and clasping the still-warm weapon in his monkey grip. Startled, the ex dropped...

Suddenly, Otto awakened from the strangest dream, in which he had been a monkey. It felt like something right out of Dallas, yet here he was, still here in his old life, holding Michael Jackson's umbrella. There had to be more than this, there had to be! Maybe if he took a chance, if he finally had the nerve to tell those damn mice glaring at him from the rafters to find another patsy to annoy.

He wasn't taking it anymore. Soon, his gun license will be approved and he'll be able to exercise his natural right to self-defense. Not to mention show Michael Moore exactly what he thinks, he jokes to himself.

Once armed, he'll need to finish stocking for his expedition to retrieve the long lost Nebulus Crystal, which holds the secret of eternal life, (or is it the worlds best spaghetti recipe?) in its core. Only those pure of heart can retrieve the secret, which leaves out Dan Rather, so he will have to seek out one of the few that he knows fits the description, someone named Owen Lucas, no relation to George or to the Oracle of Virginia. But where was Owen to be found?

No one knew except Owen, of course. Turns out he was being held by Customs agents who mistook him for the Oracle of Virginia, who is a wanted man.

For the answer, and much much more, tune in next week for the continuing saga.

Credits:

Original concept - Me!

Authours - deb, Jaboobie, Rue, Jami, Jay, Ninjababe, & Jen.

Marketing & Promotion - Jay

Posted by Ithildin at March 7, 2005 10:13 AM | PROCURE FINE OLD WORLD ABSINTHE