Missing Elves
Today's story and sketch "by me", I was enjoying the morning with a great cup of Chock Full Of Nuts Coffee, and a French Cruller Moon Pie, listening to Lynyard Skynyrd's Free Bird CD, when I received a call from JB and Rescue Randy, with an urgent message to meet them at the Christmas Palm Park in dimension seven, and to bring a dimension transporter with enough seating to pick up ten stranded pedestrians. Not normal pedestrians but Santa Claus himself and a few of his Elves, and a Beaked Gnatdoobian part time Christmas delivery shuttle pilot. Who while on route to drop off a load of one thousand pink Flamingo Whirligig's in Key West Florida, the pilot made a major mental error while connected to the "CGS" cerebral guidance systems pilot lounge chair, he fell into a deep Gnatdoobian REM "recalled early memories" deep sleep, when the elves noticed the pilots rapid eye movements, and jerking body motion jumping out of the lounge doing an erotic calypso dance they realized they were in trouble, but were unavailable to wake Santa, who was along on the trip to do some fishing before the Christmas rush, but was himself asleep in the galley, they hit the "NPEA" north pole emergency alert button, Which sends a direct alert from anywhere in any universe or dimension to JB and Rescue Randy the most interesting living tissue crash test dummy in the Cosmos. He and JB are also the galaxies most reliable first responders. Seems the pilot was dreaming of his fun times as a youth visiting the Christmas Palm Park, his REM brainwaves directed the transporter to here where it crashed, Santa you may notice is holding a memory eraser wand, he is about to use it on his elves and pilot, in a few minutes they will have no memories of the crash or much of anything else, until next time taa ta the Rod Blog.
Missing Elves
Today's story and sketch "by me", I was enjoying the morning with a great cup of Chock Full Of Nuts Coffee, and a French Cruller Moon Pie, listening to Lynyard Skynyrd's Free Bird CD, when I received a call from JB and Rescue Randy, with an urgent message to meet them at the Christmas Palm Park in dimension seven, and to bring a dimension transporter with enough seating to pick up ten stranded pedestrians. Not normal pedestrians but Santa Claus himself and a few of his Elves, and a Beaked Gnatdoobian part time Christmas delivery shuttle pilot. Who while on route to drop off a load of one thousand pink Flamingo Whirligig's in Key West Florida, the pilot made a major mental error while connected to the "CGS" cerebral guidance systems pilot lounge chair, he fell into a deep Gnatdoobian REM "recalled early memories" deep sleep, when the elves noticed the pilots rapid eye movements, and jerking body motion jumping out of the lounge doing an erotic calypso dance they realized they were in trouble, but were unavailable to wake Santa, who was along on the trip to do some fishing before the Christmas rush, but was himself asleep in the galley, they hit the "NPEA" north pole emergency alert button, Which sends a direct alert from anywhere in any universe or dimension to JB and Rescue Randy the most interesting living tissue crash test dummy in the Cosmos. He and JB are also the galaxies most reliable first responders. Seems the pilot was dreaming of his fun times as a youth visiting the Christmas Palm Park, his REM brainwaves directed the transporter to here where it crashed, Santa you may notice is holding a memory eraser wand, he is about to use it on his elves and pilot, in a few minutes they will have no memories of the crash or much of anything else, until next time taa ta the Rod Blog.