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Post by Mullet Fish on Apr 27, 2005 16:19:24 GMT -5
Fred hopped to his base and looked up at the pink crayon. He giggled at the accent. "We need help!" he squeaked loudly. "At least, I do." The tip of his head hung limply to the side, held on by a small blob of melted wax. Fred touched it gently, and squeaked in pain, even though he couldn't feel it.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 27, 2005 16:56:57 GMT -5
Mario hopped over to Fred with a miniature blow torch. "Hold-a still-a, while I fix-a you up-a." He ordered in the crappy accent and turned the blowtorch on high and melts Fred back together. "Mama Mia! That's a spicy meatball-a!"
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Post by Tanon on Apr 30, 2005 7:44:18 GMT -5
RGB, now quite estatic, started driving the car around in circles, squeaking all the way...
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Post by Mullet Fish on Apr 30, 2005 10:07:09 GMT -5
Fred bopped over to the car and gracelessly managed to clamber aboard. "Onward!" he shouted, "to freedom!"
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Post by Tanon on Apr 30, 2005 15:11:29 GMT -5
RGB, pitiful goofball that he was, thought he had heard 'Free Gum', rather than Freedom. Hence, he looked around for some free gum, finding some on the sidewalk and chewing it pensively...
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Post by Mullet Fish on May 4, 2005 21:11:05 GMT -5
Fred hopped over to RGB and hit him on the back of the head. Imitating the Mario guy's accent, he said "mama mia, you no hear-a so good, no-a?" He giggled at himself and ran towards the street, where he was nearly hit by a car.
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Post by Tanon on May 5, 2005 12:53:33 GMT -5
RGB squeaked. That looked like such a fun thing to do! He began to drive the toy car around the street, coming across a parked Ferari. He hopped up onto the handle, then jumped into the car. This was the real way to travel, he told himself.
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Post by Ravenmaster on May 6, 2005 7:41:42 GMT -5
Seeing that Fred had made fun of Mario he was very happy...no wait...the other thing....sad. Mario was SAD. He started rolling around on the floor chanting things in a different language...
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Post by Tanon on May 6, 2005 13:46:11 GMT -5
RGB, meanwhile, somehow managed to start the car he was in with a loud revving, and was now hopping around and finding out what all those pedals at the bottom did. Hence, the car inteminnently lurched fowards and came to a screeching stop...
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Post by Mullet Fish on May 7, 2005 20:22:19 GMT -5
Fred saw what RGB was up to, and scrambled over to where the car was now parked. He bounced up the accents until he stood on the door of the convertible. He bounced over to RGB and smacked him. "What's the matta wit' you, eh?" he said, growing very fond of Mario's accent.
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Post by Tanon on May 7, 2005 20:44:15 GMT -5
RGB squeaked that he couldn't use the button and the wheel at the same time, sitting on the brake pedal.
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Post by Mullet Fish on May 8, 2005 13:54:48 GMT -5
Fred scratched his head. He counted the crayons present. Two. He counted how many would be needed to operate the wheel and both pedals. Three. He counted the crayons present. Then the number needed. He scratched his head, and an idea hopped in. He squeaked loudly before jumping up onto the door again. He gestured madly at Mario. He thought he needed to be closer, and hopped out onto the black hood. He didn't notice that he was melting until he was up to his waist in his own wax. He peeped loudly in surprise, and made his way back to the safety of the dashboard. He was sinking fast, he'd never make it in time. He was now up to his armpits, which had become noticeably closer to the hood. He rolled forward, and emerged on the dashboard. He rolled about, only his end remaining. He looked back and saw his trail of wax sizzling on the hood. He wailed and rolled around.
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Post by Tanon on May 8, 2005 17:35:09 GMT -5
RGB panicked, hopping around untill he found a nifty button that blew gusts of cold air from the vents... He sat on it dejectedly and squeaked sadly.
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Post by Mullet Fish on May 8, 2005 18:55:17 GMT -5
Fred felt himself cool and sighed with relief. He rolled over to the now-cool remains of...himself, and sighed. "I hate when this happens," he moaned, and began painstakingly chipping bits of wax off the hood. About ten minutes later his head was in front of a large pile of wax shavings. "Okay!" he squeaked over at RGB. "Jump off that button, and when I say, jump back on it."
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Post by Tanon on May 8, 2005 19:19:25 GMT -5
RGB hopped onto the seat, looking at all his new friends... Not much for conversation, maybe...
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