Where were we? (Add a Sentence, Write a Story Pt II)
Gulliver and the Heffalumps, Take II:
Gulliver fell out of a B-57 and landed amidst the Heffalumps. "Not again..." he thought.
As he looked up into the star-kissed sky, the nightmarishly adorable creatures swirled about him, bringing back memories of a time not so long ago, when he was kidnapped by a gang of these colorful beasts.
Slowly he stood, wincing at the bruises he already felt forming from his fall, " That's the last time I freebase pixystix" he thought.
He attempts to shake off the pain from the landing as best he could and starts walking in a direction he can only assume is west.
Unfortunately for our hero, he is in fact heading south, straight into the heart of the heffalump queen's pleasure-lair.
It is somewhat unfortunate, too, that he is completely unaware of the fact that the remnants of pixiestix still dusting his beard act an extremely potent pheromone on every adult heffalump within a 10 mile-radius.
With the effects of the pixie stix still addling his brains, Gulliver is completely unaware of the growing crowd of heffalumps following a short distance behind him.
Lost in a sugar and artificial flavour-induced haze, he begins to remember his previous encounter with Queen LuLu and her band of demented sycophants.
"WWQLuLuD?" he thinks to himself, just as the first heffalump comes crashing into him from behind causing him to fall with the unmistakable sound of a several phalanges and his xyphoid process breaking.
"Lulu would probably whap that presumptious cad into next week!" he concludes, gasping in a fit of inspiration. And rising to his feet, he punches the amorous heffalump into his solar plexus, breaking several more phalanges on the opposite hand in the process.
Gulliver fell out of a B-57 and landed amidst the Heffalumps. "Not again..." he thought.
As he looked up into the star-kissed sky, the nightmarishly adorable creatures swirled about him, bringing back memories of a time not so long ago, when he was kidnapped by a gang of these colorful beasts.
Slowly he stood, wincing at the bruises he already felt forming from his fall, " That's the last time I freebase pixystix" he thought.
He attempts to shake off the pain from the landing as best he could and starts walking in a direction he can only assume is west.
Unfortunately for our hero, he is in fact heading south, straight into the heart of the heffalump queen's pleasure-lair.
It is somewhat unfortunate, too, that he is completely unaware of the fact that the remnants of pixiestix still dusting his beard act an extremely potent pheromone on every adult heffalump within a 10 mile-radius.
With the effects of the pixie stix still addling his brains, Gulliver is completely unaware of the growing crowd of heffalumps following a short distance behind him.
Lost in a sugar and artificial flavour-induced haze, he begins to remember his previous encounter with Queen LuLu and her band of demented sycophants.
"WWQLuLuD?" he thinks to himself, just as the first heffalump comes crashing into him from behind causing him to fall with the unmistakable sound of a several phalanges and his xyphoid process breaking.
"Lulu would probably whap that presumptious cad into next week!" he concludes, gasping in a fit of inspiration. And rising to his feet, he punches the amorous heffalump into his solar plexus, breaking several more phalanges on the opposite hand in the process.