It never fails. One minute you're sweeping sand out of the kitchen and putting away the Elvis records, and the next minute, you're standing on a cobblestone street in front of the Eiffel Tower.
"If I've told him once, I've told him a hundred times: 'Don't test your insane inventions on me!' " Last week it was a molecular destabilizer, and now it was some kind of instantaneous transportation. "You send me back to the house right now!" he shouted to the open air.
As Pleakley rubbernecked around the area, he came to the realization that he was nowhere near home. And so yelling at Jumba would be useless. He'd have to get back some other way.
And to make matters worse, he just realized he was not in his human disguise! Pleakley had been expecting a communication from home any minute, so he'd put on his spiffy blue uniform. And now the humans would see an alien in their midst and panic. Could this day get any worse?
<<okay, so my reason for getting Pleakley into his uniform was lame. It was the best I could come up with>>
Post by Bowler Hat Guy on Dec 6, 2018 22:03:36 GMT -5
Michael Yagoobian paused on the bridge, puffing, and turned back to scan the crowd. It looked like he'd lost that guy. Boy, you try to steal one giant turkey leg, and some people act like it's the end of the world!
Now Goob had no further plans but to not meet up with that cranky tourist again. He wandered into the France pavilion for the millionth time, he thought to himself. Nothing new ever happens here!
Except for that one-eyed green Martian standing in the middle of the street!
"Cool," rasped Mikey. A real, live alien!
The caped villain couldn't pass up this chance; he loped over to the Martian, looked him up and down, and asked, "Are you here to take over our planet?"
"No, no, I'm not from Mars. What an idea! Martians are blue! Oh, wait, forget I said that!" Pleakley would have to be careful not to reveal too much to the natives. "I mean, I'm not an alien. Whatever gave you that idea? No, I'm just...um..." He'd have to think up a story quick. "Rehearsing for a play. Yes, a play. Today's dress rehearsal. I'm playing the heroic, handsome alien commander."
But something the man said brought Pleakley's tall tale up short.
"Money?" He checked his pockets. "A Kandorian kllorn...a galactic 25-bleen-piece...two Barsoomian tanpis..." plus a handful of Earth currency. But this wasn't going to get him very far, and he had to get back to Kauai, eventually.
"Um, I seem to be a little short of funds just now," he laughed in an off-hand way, as if it was only a minor inconvenience. "You wouldn't mind lending me a few dollars, would you?"
Post by Bowler Hat Guy on Dec 11, 2018 20:21:32 GMT -5
I'm not an alien. Whatever gave you that idea? No, I'm just...um...rehearsing for a play. Yes, a play. Today's dress rehearsal. I'm playing the heroic, handsome alien commander.
There was something about this guy that made Mikey suspicious. He'd seen a lot of costumes in this theme park, but this was the bet one yet. He really looked like an real alien. Goob leaned in for a closer look at that single eye, unsure whether to believe this guy or not.
As to the loan:
"I don't have any money. Don't you have a laser you can zap the hot dog guy with? Or maybe you shoot lasers from your eyes...eye." Either way, Mikey could score some franks by being friends with this guy. "Or, you could just scare him away, and we could take all the dogs. Just tell him it's an alien invasion, even if it's not." It would be fun to watch one of those snooty cast members get scared skinny.
Pleakley listened with growing incredulity to the human's suggestions.
"Wait...what? I'm not going to start a panic! And I don't steal from the locals." That would be interference of the worst kind". Look, all I want is to see the sights. Study the culture. Observe. I don't want to call attention to myself. It interferes with my studies of the natives. Get it?"
But maybe the man could be helpful in his research. Pleakley would need to observe some typical behavior of the Frankfurters. Frankfurtins. Frankfurtians.
"Say, you're a native. Maybe you could answer some questions." There was one thing the human had said that was bugging Pleakley. It didn't make any sense.
"What did you mean when you said the Eiffel Tower was fake?"
Post by Bowler Hat Guy on Dec 15, 2018 10:33:27 GMT -5
I'm not going to start a panic!
So much for the fun of an alien invasion.
And I don't steal from the locals.
And a goody-goody, too.
That would be interference of the worst kind
"Oh, I get it. It's like your Prime Directive, or something." Mikey was more savvy than people gave him credit for.
"What did you mean when you said the Eiffel Tower was fake?"
"That's an Earth word that means 'not real'," was the helpful reply. "The real Eiffel Tower is in...wherever it is, I forget."
"You do know this is a theme park, right? All the different countries are make-believe, just so people can come and have fun. And learn stuff, I guess, about the real places. And buy souvenirs. It's called a 'vacation'."
"Look, if you're not gonna invade or anything, I have stuff to do." Just talking was getting boring. Goob was sure he could find something more fun than this.
"Oh, yes, I've read about these things...a little. And now I get to experience it first hand!" Nani said theme parks were too expensive for her budget. "What an opportunity!"
As the human began to walk away, Pleakley waved his noodle-like arms and shouted, "Wait, wait! You can help me. Be my guide. I have a thousand questions. But first..."
Pleakley would need some way to record his thoughts and observations. His own recording device was back home, so he would just buy another one. He stepped up to a nearby vendor to make inquiries.
"What so you mean you don't have any portable log nodes? What kind of a shop is this?" He'd have to resort to the primitive method: pen and paper. Purchasing a pen and notebook with a shiny castle on the cover, Pleakley was now ready to start taking notes.
Pleakley opened the notebook, took a moment to think, tapping his cheek with the pen, and then began his first entry.
"Day 1," he murmured as he wrote it out across the top of the page. "There's something about a brand new, pristine page," he opined to himself before getting down to business.
"Now, then." he addressed the human, "The purpose of these theme parks is, as I understand it, entertainment. So, what is it about this place that makes it entertaining? What's the fun part?" He'd already learned a lot about the Earth concept of fun, but some of Lilo's iodeas were a little on the strange side. And Nani didn't always agree. Maybe the concept was more subjective.
Agent Pleakley paused with the pen poised to write down whatever the man might say that would prove to be useful.
Post by Bowler Hat Guy on Dec 30, 2018 13:40:30 GMT -5
Mikey felt a wave of relief; at least the alien was asking an easy question. Fun was one thing the bowler-hatted man knew something about.
But explaining fun turned out to be harder than expected.
"Okay, theme parks are fun for a bunch of reasons. First of all, because they have rides. And shows, sometimes on stages, sometimes just on the street. And then, there's things to just look at, like that Eiffel Tower. Or parades, lots of parades. They also have lots of souvenirs you can buy. Music playing all the time. People in goofy costumes that look funny. Food that's not good for you. And that's it, I guess."
Yeah, all those things were pretty fun, he guessed.
"Wait, wait, not so fast," muttered Agent Pleakley as he bent to scribble down the long list given to him by the native. Finished at last, he scrutinized his work with his single eye. Some of the concepts were already known to him.
"Yes, I hear the music...but what about this other item you mentioned: rides. Do you mean like riding a bicycle? Because I don't see any bicycles around here." Pleakley was pretty sure that by dropping a few choice Earth words he could impress the human with his vast knowledge of this world's culture.
"Nor is there anyone riding a surfboard. Or a camel. So what kind of rides are we talking about here?"
Post by Bowler Hat Guy on Jan 25, 2019 21:55:47 GMT -5
Mikey heaved a sigh. He didn't know there was going to be a pop quiz.
"Not like riding a bike," he answered while rolling his beady eyes at the alien. "I mean like a roller coaster. Or a merry-go-round or dodge 'em cars. Well, there's no dodge 'ems that I've seen around here. But there are train rides and boat rides. Or--"
As if on cue, a big double-decker bus rolled into view around the corner of the France pavilion, necessarily moving slowly on account of all the guests.
"Or bus rides. Tourists get on just for the fun of it. That's what amusement parks are all about."
As he had nothing else to say on the subject, Goob hoped fervently that it would be enough to satisfy the Martian.
Post by Bowler Hat Guy on Jan 27, 2019 17:12:46 GMT -5
Mikey finished his list of rides and lapsed into an awkward silence, just staring at the ground, not sure what the alien wanted him to do next. For Mikey never doubted for a minute that, in spite of all protests, this was a real alien. But all these questions just baffled the bowler-hatted villain. Though he guessed, on second thought, that if he were to take over a planet, he might want to know about fun things to do, too.
Goob blinked at the bus for a few seconds; he'd never heard it called that before.
But all he said was, "Uhhh..."
Then the Martian was boarding the bus. As rides go, this one wasn't really much fun. At least, that was what Goob thought. So he stayed where he was. After the bus pulled away, the man in black just slithered off to do...whatever it was he did all day.
Clambering into the bus and up the stairs, Pleakley found himself a seat. The bus was less than half filled, a break for him, since it meant he could get his pick of seats.
"They say the last seat is the best in these rides," he said to himself before settling in to that particular place. The anticipation made him so antsy, he couldbarely sit still.
After a brief pause, the bus started up, heading for the next stop.
Pleakley held onto the back of the seat in front of him, but only for a few seconds. If you're going to ride, might as well get the full package, right? He took a deep breath and then--put his hands into the air!
"Wheeeee!" screamed the green alien, his vast Earth knowledge reminding him that screaming on rides was traditional. "My first thrill ride! Woo-hoooo!"
And off went the bus, with one passenger, at least, having the time of his life!
Nick Wilde: Congrats Jiminiy. And aye. Hopefully can get it to work, with the app.
Jun 8, 2019 16:03:42 GMT -5
Coco Rivera: Congrats also Jiminiy!
Jun 8, 2019 20:43:40 GMT -5
Lefou: I hope it was okay to finish off that Gaston thread. It just seemed like an ending.
Jun 11, 2019 19:52:16 GMT -5
Gaston: It's okay if you want to! I definitely want more threads with Lefou though! Can't escape me that easily ;D
Jun 12, 2019 22:42:18 GMT -5
Ronno: Belated congratulations Jiminiy!
Jun 13, 2019 20:21:08 GMT -5
Gadget: Spent all day at the flea market, and too tired to post. See you tomorrow.
Jun 15, 2019 21:27:20 GMT -5
Gadget: Or the next day...sorry about that, I've been very lax.
Jun 17, 2019 8:31:20 GMT -5
Elsa: I'M MOVING AGAINNN! Signing the new lease tomorrow. Not sure when internet will be moved, but we have to pay July's rent in full here (which really annoys me). So I'll still have internet access, but the next 6 week will be a lil chaotic for me
Jun 17, 2019 20:50:15 GMT -5
Moana: Good luck with all that! <3
Jun 17, 2019 21:08:09 GMT -5
Moana: Got a little ways through group replies myself will save and finish up tomorrow!
Jun 17, 2019 21:08:34 GMT -5
Wart: That rent in full thing is found in a lot of places. And it's no fun, either. Have a good move!
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