Tux and Scamper entered into Hooch Central to be greeted by the customary stare from all who within the establishment. As Tux proceeded to the bar, Hooch hollered out to him, "Tux Peppercorn, what business brings you to my little bar?"
"Captain Tux Peppercorn, if you please Mr. Central. I did not become Saskatchewan's last pirate only to be identified as similar as the rest of the plain population."
"Sorry, Cap't," Hooch said with a smirk, "didn't mean to be offensive, and you'll find that the population of Port Caron is hardly plain." Hooch continued before Tux could even think of a comeback, "Is there anything I could be helping you with?"
"Mmm, yes" Tux leaned on the counter of the bar and lowered his voice, "I'm looking for that dreadful Bard, Dickens." He looked from side to side as he continued, "I know he drank, ate, slept, and griped here. Don't tell me he's died here as well."
"Him, Die? I know you aren't serious now. I just sent him off on an errand. I ran out of rum so I sent him to get me some more, I just hope there's some left by the time he gets back."
Scampers ears perked up at this point of the conversation, "but, why is the rum gone?"
"Scamper, keep it down over there," Tux pulled out his pocket watch from his coat jacket, "and make yourself useful. Go open the door."
Scamper ran over to the door and opened it as wide as it would go. Tux cupped his ear and strained to listen and after a few moments beckoned Scamper to come back. He turned back to Hooch, who looked at him increduously, "I think they lost my scent at the edge of the town, so I suppose we can wait until he gets back."
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Saturday, May 07, 2005
An Episode after Ep. 409839- 92753638904735257- 4900, Scene II
Somewhere on the under side of Port Caron, through one of the many secret doorways, down many of the winding secret passages is Major Birch's headquarters. He sits at a large oak desk leaning over a map. Beside his desk stand two officers at ease, but with dangerous expressions as they watch the Major's visitor Gunnar T. enter the room.
"Well major, I did your job, and you still haven't paid me" Gunnar greeted Birch gruffly.
"Good morning Gunnar, very glad to see you again" speaking in a smarmy British accent, the Major looked up from his map.
"You better be glad enough to have my money."
"Stand down there soldier, I have your money, there's no need to pull out the artillery" the major pulled out a white envelope and placed it on the edge of the desk closest to Gunnar.
As Gunnar came foward to grab his money the Major continued on, "is the only business that brings you back to Port Caron?"
Gunnar, busy ripping open the envelope to check the money, gives his standard answer, "That'll remain between me and my business, major."
"So hostile, Gunnar, so hostile. There's no need for such hostility,"the major sat back in his chair, crossed his legs and with his elbows on the arm rests his fingers pushed against one another forming a little tent of his hands. "Here, I will tell you how things are going in Port Caron, maybe that will warm you up. Since you have so helpfully knocked off Ellery Cottonwood, we have put together a proposal for Miss Cottonwood, that she will most likely not oppose."
"And what if she does?"
"Oh, then we just go to plan B, create fake documents that allow us repossess the land in the name of the government. And then, then we will begin the excavation of the land to uncover the ancient weapon that was buried by our ancestors thousands of years ago. After that I will be lord and master of Port Caron, no one will be able to stop me," an evil grin spread across the Major's face and he seemed to have drifted into his own thoughts.
"Why are you telling me this?" Gunnar's question snapped the Major out of his thoughts.
"Ah, well, if you had read ahead in the script, you would've noticed that it's an important plot point for my story line, which has to be introduced to the audience somehow. This scene allows for me to reveal my plan. Also if you'll notice the character sketches that were provided earlier on in the series, your character is known as the man who knows much information, but doesn't share a whole lot. This is one of those mysterious things that you have intricate knowledge of, which actually opens up the story option of you quite possibly having a moment of conviction and actually using your knowledge for good and possibly saving the town from my reign of terror."
"You know if you hadn't stated that quite so bluntly it could've almost been foreshadowing."
"Yes, well. I myself, unlike you, am not a man of mystery, merely a man of blunt force."
Gunnar rubs his chin in thought, "why don't you just run for mayor? It'd be easier, less costly, and you'd probably win, provided you had a professional campaign strategy."
"I was never a man to take the easy way, besides, this way is much more fun."
"Hmph, ok then. I'm going to leave before you become too insane and decide to hold me prisoner or something."
"Jolly good idea, I'll probably be seeing you later on."
"Yes I suppose so"
"Cheerio!" Major Birch called after Gunnar T. as he made his exit.
"Well major, I did your job, and you still haven't paid me" Gunnar greeted Birch gruffly.
"Good morning Gunnar, very glad to see you again" speaking in a smarmy British accent, the Major looked up from his map.
"You better be glad enough to have my money."
"Stand down there soldier, I have your money, there's no need to pull out the artillery" the major pulled out a white envelope and placed it on the edge of the desk closest to Gunnar.
As Gunnar came foward to grab his money the Major continued on, "is the only business that brings you back to Port Caron?"
Gunnar, busy ripping open the envelope to check the money, gives his standard answer, "That'll remain between me and my business, major."
"So hostile, Gunnar, so hostile. There's no need for such hostility,"the major sat back in his chair, crossed his legs and with his elbows on the arm rests his fingers pushed against one another forming a little tent of his hands. "Here, I will tell you how things are going in Port Caron, maybe that will warm you up. Since you have so helpfully knocked off Ellery Cottonwood, we have put together a proposal for Miss Cottonwood, that she will most likely not oppose."
"And what if she does?"
"Oh, then we just go to plan B, create fake documents that allow us repossess the land in the name of the government. And then, then we will begin the excavation of the land to uncover the ancient weapon that was buried by our ancestors thousands of years ago. After that I will be lord and master of Port Caron, no one will be able to stop me," an evil grin spread across the Major's face and he seemed to have drifted into his own thoughts.
"Why are you telling me this?" Gunnar's question snapped the Major out of his thoughts.
"Ah, well, if you had read ahead in the script, you would've noticed that it's an important plot point for my story line, which has to be introduced to the audience somehow. This scene allows for me to reveal my plan. Also if you'll notice the character sketches that were provided earlier on in the series, your character is known as the man who knows much information, but doesn't share a whole lot. This is one of those mysterious things that you have intricate knowledge of, which actually opens up the story option of you quite possibly having a moment of conviction and actually using your knowledge for good and possibly saving the town from my reign of terror."
"You know if you hadn't stated that quite so bluntly it could've almost been foreshadowing."
"Yes, well. I myself, unlike you, am not a man of mystery, merely a man of blunt force."
Gunnar rubs his chin in thought, "why don't you just run for mayor? It'd be easier, less costly, and you'd probably win, provided you had a professional campaign strategy."
"I was never a man to take the easy way, besides, this way is much more fun."
"Hmph, ok then. I'm going to leave before you become too insane and decide to hold me prisoner or something."
"Jolly good idea, I'll probably be seeing you later on."
"Yes I suppose so"
"Cheerio!" Major Birch called after Gunnar T. as he made his exit.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
The new beginning??
A misty dawn arises on Port Caron; our opening scene takes us to the dock's at Lake Gable, where we see Snowy Harbor, who is fishmungerily handsome, sitting admist the soupy fog attempting to do some early morning fishing. Out of the grey and eerie light a dark form of a sailing ship creeps towards the marnia.
As it noses it's way towards the Snowy he begins to see life aboard the boat. A form stood on the front of the ship, watching intently. Just as Snowy recognized it as Tux Peppercorn's ship, a voice cut through the distance that remained, it coughed, sputtered, and then sang,
"DESIST!" A highly annoyed voice shouted over the hideous singing. By this time the ship had come to rest beside the dock.
"Scamper, secure the ship" A rambunctious fellow, that Snowy didn't recognize jumped over the side and began to tie the boat down and plunked a plank between the dock and the ship.
"Good day Mr. Harbor, I trust all your orders are in affair?" Tux Peppercorn, who was intolerably handsome, stepped off his boat, the Free Brygmann.
Snowy looked quite confused, but none the less stood to greet Saskatchewan's only pirate.
"I'm the same as always" scrunching his eyebrows turned to look at the stranger,"but who's new face is this?"
"Scamper Franklin, I picked him up... or rather, he followed me, from Watering Can." Scamper , who was grippingly handsome, upon hearing his name came running over and stopped on a dime beside Tux.
"And why all of a sudden do you need a first mate?"
Scamper interjected, "Well he can't sail a ship all on his onsies can he?"
Tux flinched with a nervous twitch, "Onsie? Do orphanges have no english classes?? What kind of uneducated caregiver taught you that non-existant word?"
Scamper started to speak, but Tux threw up his hand, "don't bother we'll work on your vocabulary later Scamper"
Snowy's face twisted with an uncomfortable inner thought and then spoke it "what torterous parent named you Scamper?"
"I," Tux addressed Snowy witha sharp nod, "gave him that name. He insisted on a having a 'piratey' name."
"Franklin's my first name, don't know my last; my parents abandoned me in a Walmart sometime after I learned to speak."
Tux began to look impatient, "we, will need to be moving on, Snowy. I have urgent business in town and I need to keep ahead of The Rush." Just as he had finished saying this the sound of excited female voices were heard in the distance. His eyebrows rose in an unimpressed expression, "Speak of the devil..." and then continued on, "I cannot say how long we will be docking with you, I will pay you when we depart." With a turn of his heel he sauntered down the dock, and Scamper ran alongside. Snowy watched them walk away as the clamour of screaming fanatical women grew louder until he finally ran away into his office, while covering his ears, so he would not be trampled in The Rush.
As it noses it's way towards the Snowy he begins to see life aboard the boat. A form stood on the front of the ship, watching intently. Just as Snowy recognized it as Tux Peppercorn's ship, a voice cut through the distance that remained, it coughed, sputtered, and then sang,
"And it's heave, high, comin' down the planes,
stealin' wheat an barley and all the other grains.
And it's a ho, high, Farmer's bar your doors
When you see the Jolly..."
"DESIST!" A highly annoyed voice shouted over the hideous singing. By this time the ship had come to rest beside the dock.
"Scamper, secure the ship" A rambunctious fellow, that Snowy didn't recognize jumped over the side and began to tie the boat down and plunked a plank between the dock and the ship.
"Good day Mr. Harbor, I trust all your orders are in affair?" Tux Peppercorn, who was intolerably handsome, stepped off his boat, the Free Brygmann.
Snowy looked quite confused, but none the less stood to greet Saskatchewan's only pirate.
"I'm the same as always" scrunching his eyebrows turned to look at the stranger,"but who's new face is this?"
"Scamper Franklin, I picked him up... or rather, he followed me, from Watering Can." Scamper , who was grippingly handsome, upon hearing his name came running over and stopped on a dime beside Tux.
"And why all of a sudden do you need a first mate?"
Scamper interjected, "Well he can't sail a ship all on his onsies can he?"
Tux flinched with a nervous twitch, "Onsie? Do orphanges have no english classes?? What kind of uneducated caregiver taught you that non-existant word?"
Scamper started to speak, but Tux threw up his hand, "don't bother we'll work on your vocabulary later Scamper"
Snowy's face twisted with an uncomfortable inner thought and then spoke it "what torterous parent named you Scamper?"
"I," Tux addressed Snowy witha sharp nod, "gave him that name. He insisted on a having a 'piratey' name."
"Franklin's my first name, don't know my last; my parents abandoned me in a Walmart sometime after I learned to speak."
Tux began to look impatient, "we, will need to be moving on, Snowy. I have urgent business in town and I need to keep ahead of The Rush." Just as he had finished saying this the sound of excited female voices were heard in the distance. His eyebrows rose in an unimpressed expression, "Speak of the devil..." and then continued on, "I cannot say how long we will be docking with you, I will pay you when we depart." With a turn of his heel he sauntered down the dock, and Scamper ran alongside. Snowy watched them walk away as the clamour of screaming fanatical women grew louder until he finally ran away into his office, while covering his ears, so he would not be trampled in The Rush.
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