Indeed, Prof. BackDoor, Dr. Felllatio, and Benito had all landed in the punch. "What in the crazy world is..." started Prof. BackDoor, wiping the sticky red substance from his tweed jacket. "It seems we took a wrong turn through the Vermouthian Triangle and landed in the punch," posited Benito, licking his lips. "Ain't that a crack of old hat!" exclaimed Dr. Felllatio, slipping up again on the ice. "Now if you hadn't had the impulse to spoon us in mid-air..." started Dr. Felllatio, failing in his attempts to stand. "Save it, Fellatio" said Benito, tryingly, testing the Kool-Aid waters with his foot and reaching out to grab his WhiteeCocoa communicator which was floating and resembled a piece of white chalk floating in the punch with his bare toes, which resembled a piece of white chalk floating in the punch, "I'm trying to figure a way out of this blasted Mountain-Blast vacation!"-- "Hold up a minute" interjected Prof BackDoor, "By the boycen-berries on planet Jupiter, I've got an idea." -- "Holy Polar-Bear Klondike bars!" exclaimed Dr. Felllatio, "The professor's got an idea."
Benito: So you've got an idea, do you, Professor.
ProfBackDoor: Why yes, if you'll just bear with me for a moment.
Benito: I don't think we'll have to wait too long for that. Here comes the Polar Express!! (Benito pointed upward as big Polar Bears dropped down from the sky, sending up explosions of red punch and massive waves. Suddenly a redness filled the sky as a huge Bear Tsunami came hurtling towards Benito, Fellatio and the Professor). Quick, help me pull up this kiwi's husk!
The trio labored mightily to pull up the remaining husk, which had been gradually sinking to the bottom of the punch bowl, having a few holes in its underside to say the least! Managing to cover themselves nonetheless with the gigantic kiwi crust just in time as the tsunami of punch closed over them and they were sent, flying-saucer like, high up into the air, surfing their way onto a giant slice of lemon.
Dr. Felllatio: Where's Prof. BackDoor?
Benito: Oh, I'm sure he's just chillin'. Prof Backdoor? Prof Back... is not back there. Well, where in the world of frozen blocks of punch from the Juice Bar could he be?
Dr. Felllatio: I could have sworn he was under the kiwi-husk when the giant tsunami punch wave hit us and...
Benito: Oh, no.
Dr. Felllatio (turning): What?
"Oh, no" repeated Dr. Felllatio, for Prof. BackDoor had fallen out of the kiwi once again to land on another floating object in the punch: an orange.
Dr. Felllatio: Professor Backdoooooor! (trying to get his attention)
Apparently, the Professor was laid out flat, seemingly unconscious on top of the giant orange.
Benito: We've got to save him! After all, he does have a great idea.
Dr. Felllatio: Which is?
Benito: He didn't say... but we can't take any chances out here in this Arctic environment. Maybe some more bears will fall out of the sky.
Dr. Felllatio: Wait, I've got an idea.
Benito: Great, more ideas. Just be careful. Remember what happened the last time you had...
[It started to snow.]
Dr. Felllatio: An idea?
[Suddenly a giant cow dropped out of the sky and landed on Felllatio.]
Dr. Felllatio: Ow.
Benito: Oh, brother.
[To be continued...]
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment