1814
A little something that came to me while listening to the radio. Enjoy.
“This is going to be EPIC!”
“How did we let him talk us in to this again?”
“Two words, Mick: Christmas Photos.”
“Oh yea.” The gathered Rogues looked at their temporary commander, each suppressing a shudder at the thought of the crazy, insane, suicidal thing they were about to do for the sake of preserving what little dignity they had. For his part, James was grinning like a loon as he pulled on the custom-made blue-and-yellow-stripped Revolutionary-War-style U.S. Army uniform, gesturing impatiently for the others to don their own specially-colored uniforms. They did so reluctantly, mentally cursing themselves for getting drunk five Christmases ago. It was Independence Day today, but were they at home shooting off fireworks and getting drunk? Nope, they were miles away doing something that would no doubt get them killed.
“Everybody ready?” Trickster asked, looking around at his ‘soldiers.’
“No.” The others replied, save for Piper who was strumming out his notice-me-not tune on a banjo.
“Alright, CHARGE!” With that word, Piper’s tune changed and the Rogues ran out into the busy British park.
“In 1814 we took a little trip,
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty missisip…”
~*~On the JLU Watchtower~*~
“Hey, Flash, you may want to come see this.” Mr. Terrific called over his shoulder. Flash looked up from his hand held and zoomed over to the consol, looking at it curiously before struggling to get his sudden giggling fit under control.
“Better beam me down. Gotta rescue them before we have to take all those poor folks in for manslaughter.” He said, bolting towards the Transporter to rescue his crazy Rogues.
“This is going to be EPIC!”
“How did we let him talk us in to this again?”
“Two words, Mick: Christmas Photos.”
“Oh yea.” The gathered Rogues looked at their temporary commander, each suppressing a shudder at the thought of the crazy, insane, suicidal thing they were about to do for the sake of preserving what little dignity they had. For his part, James was grinning like a loon as he pulled on the custom-made blue-and-yellow-stripped Revolutionary-War-style U.S. Army uniform, gesturing impatiently for the others to don their own specially-colored uniforms. They did so reluctantly, mentally cursing themselves for getting drunk five Christmases ago. It was Independence Day today, but were they at home shooting off fireworks and getting drunk? Nope, they were miles away doing something that would no doubt get them killed.
“Everybody ready?” Trickster asked, looking around at his ‘soldiers.’
“No.” The others replied, save for Piper who was strumming out his notice-me-not tune on a banjo.
“Alright, CHARGE!” With that word, Piper’s tune changed and the Rogues ran out into the busy British park.
“In 1814 we took a little trip,
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty missisip…”
~*~On the JLU Watchtower~*~
“Hey, Flash, you may want to come see this.” Mr. Terrific called over his shoulder. Flash looked up from his hand held and zoomed over to the consol, looking at it curiously before struggling to get his sudden giggling fit under control.
“Better beam me down. Gotta rescue them before we have to take all those poor folks in for manslaughter.” He said, bolting towards the Transporter to rescue his crazy Rogues.