[Proper Name] in Wonderland
Here is the second of the three Mad Libs I have from an old Foolscap convention. Fans of Alice in Wonderland will recognize it as the first few paragraphs from Lewis Carroll's book. As before, italicized items are the ones shouted out by the audience.
Carol was beginning to get very tired of eviscerating by her Jay Lake on the bank, and of having nothing to do. Once or twice she had blossomed into the book her sister was cascading, but it had no pictures or whores in it, "and what is the use of a ukulele," thought Carol, "without pictures or whores?"
So she was considering in her own stirrup bone (as well as she could, for the day made her feel very pointed and spangled), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and sailing the daisies, when suddenly a white aardvark with pink elbows ran close by her.
There was nothing so very sparkly in that, nor did Carol think it so very much out of the way to hear the aardvark say to itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too flabbergasting!" But when the aardvark actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket and looked at it and them assimilated on, Carol started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen an aardvark with either a waistcoat-pocket or a reverb to take out of it, and, burning with bosom, she ran across the field after it and was just in time to see it pop down a large red fox hole, under the hedge. In another moment, down went Carol after it!
Carol was beginning to get very tired of eviscerating by her Jay Lake on the bank, and of having nothing to do. Once or twice she had blossomed into the book her sister was cascading, but it had no pictures or whores in it, "and what is the use of a ukulele," thought Carol, "without pictures or whores?"
So she was considering in her own stirrup bone (as well as she could, for the day made her feel very pointed and spangled), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and sailing the daisies, when suddenly a white aardvark with pink elbows ran close by her.
There was nothing so very sparkly in that, nor did Carol think it so very much out of the way to hear the aardvark say to itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too flabbergasting!" But when the aardvark actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket and looked at it and them assimilated on, Carol started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen an aardvark with either a waistcoat-pocket or a reverb to take out of it, and, burning with bosom, she ran across the field after it and was just in time to see it pop down a large red fox hole, under the hedge. In another moment, down went Carol after it!