Who'd win in a fight? Kicky or Gus?

Those 'women' seem to stand upright and lack coarse or fine wool covering - R U sure that's really Gus?

you should see under the dresses :wink:

I always wondered what was under those dresses..... I mean those particular dresses.

Joe

Kicky cupped his cigarette, afraid that even the slightest glow from the ash would reveal his hiding place. He was afraid. How did he allow himself to fall for Ratzenhofer's trap. Kicky remembered once before, in the Congo in 1978 when he had fallen for the voluputous negress with the red bowl on the head trick. It was one of Ratzenhofer's favorite ploys and had almost cost Kicky his life on that fateful day in that bug-infested hell-hole of an African country. But kicky had escaped by clutching to the tails of a stampeding wildebeest herd. He had looked back and saw Ratzenhofer raise his rifle and pull the trigger. 424 yards away, but the bullet stuck home, searing the flesh off kicky's right bicep. Kicky rubbed the scar on his arm now. It reminded him of Ratzenhofer's prowess -- he must be careful.

Sensing something above him, Kicky emerged from the niche and started to gaze upward. Shuffling behind him. He turns....



Kicky's knees weaken at the sight of the gun barrel. He asks in a trembling tone, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Shut up, you sniveling creep. If you want to get our of here alive, listen to me. Ratzenhofer is directly above you. No...no! Don't look up! My name is panzade. I'm a struggling musician from Florida and I have no idea how the hell I got involved in this story. Let's just say I've tangled with Ratzenhofer before and I knew he would kill you if I didn't show up to help. Follow me."

Panzade and kicky race through the alley. Frightened rats nip at their heels. The moon breaks through the clouds and the alley is cast into a ghoulish chasm of filtered light and shadow.

Somewhere in the distance a dog barks.

Kicky and Panzade emerge from the alley and begin to run for their lives. Behind them, a miracle happens, Ratzenhofer the Shapechanger prepares to strike.

Their deaths will not be pleasant...

But - sadly for ratzenhoffer, his ignorance of pre-history, and matters intellectual, has foiled him again. For, sadly, he has morphed not into the fearsome body of a mighty velociraptor, or the dreaded T Rex, but into a mild, pea-brained, and relentlessly vegetarian maiasaurus.

The Good Mother dinosaur.

Helplessly, Kicky and Pan dissolve into giggles, then gales, then avalanches of laughter...

Above them, the mild, motherly eye of the pacifist dinosaur regards them kindly....

Ratzenhofer sheepishly looks at his sluggish body and realizes Dlowan is right. All he can do now is reach over the side of the building and grab a mouthful of cool, green grass.

And, with it, the helpless, convulsed bodies of Kicky and Pan.

Still racked with mirth, the two are hoist in the giant, wet, mouth of the great reptile - warm, moist, textured......their feet kicking feebly as they are masticated in the great maw.

Their dreams - and nightmares - have all been realised....

Oye Esteban, I canno play thees flamingo geetar...too manee feathers.

Took a turn that stunned you, did it?

That'll be Gus...

The girls and I just finished up a family harum photo shoot and were now in the kitchen giggling and cooking. There was a rapping on the screen door, I ran in hopes it would be our darling Gus (we missed him so, and he promised I would have first dibbs on his 'wedding tackle' when he got back, hence the running).
But it wasn't Gus, it was a tall lanky stranger wearing a long dark coat, mirrored sunglasses, black leather driving gloves and he had a toothpick in the right hand corner of his mouth that he was slowly twisting and turning.
His attire seemed odd to me, it was 95 degrees and humid.
In a creepy Peter Lorre voice he asked, "are you the lady of the house"... yes... "would you like to see some Avon products?"
The girls all piled in the car and sped down the dirt road (like they alway's do when the porn movies are late) leaving a trail of dust in the air.
I was ALONE with the stranger, "what's your name sir?"..."you can call me Mr. Sordidwater, may I come in?"
He wasn't your average AVON REP and I knew it. My thoughts quickly flashed to Gus and his plight, I was scared.
I knew I needed to extrapolate info out of Mr. Sordidwater and to do that I would have to let him in, so I did. I led him to the couch in the formal living room, he sat right in the spot Gus and I had "christened" just day's ago.
"Mr. Sordidwater, could I interest in you in some cherry cola it tastes just like coca cola"......he just nodded, I sped off to the kitchen, as I searched for one of my special recipes I started dreaming of Gus, what will I do to him first if he makes it back safely? Hmmm......

Damn that was hilarious. That unexpected turn by dlowan was priceless. Should we try to market this in some kind of children's pop up book?

I agree, kicky. Dlowan's contribution was one of the funniest damn things I have ever read on this site.

I bow to her comedic genius.

Children's book, I guess we should leave it at that. Good thinking Kicky.

dlowan is sharp and quick, not to be taken lightly, eeh boy's? <grinning>

Wipe that grin off your face. The bunny hath no allegiance to giggly smirking ....grrrls.

Pan
The grin will have to be surgically removed, it isn't a casual grin I'm sporting, it's more like a cheshire smile <still smiling>

nurse!...scalpel!....

forceps....

ahhh...here we go...coming right off nicely...

50 cc's subcutaneously...right by the cheek...good!

sutures!...

ok folks...that's a wrap...oh...

And nurse Ratchett...see that the patient is restrained for the next week or so...wouldn't want a rupture...would we?

Could you give me a little something for the pain?
I think you stitched up a nerve Dr. Frankenstein.