posted March 09, 2002 02:01 AM            

Steph had just finished catching up with Richard and Shari. It had been found out that indeed the two had been drugged. Alcohol had been slipped into both of their drinks and when they came to their senses, they had been sequestered in the back of the plane. They were thrown a parachute pack and pushed out the back of the plane.
"That's horrible!" Steph said with a shutter.
"Yes, I was so freakin' scared!" Rich said.
"Luckily I knew how the shoot worked or we would have been flatter than mashed potatoes!" Shari added.
"Mashed potatoes aren't flat," Rich said, "But I'm really glad you knew how to use that thing."
"Well, the good news is Rob is pretty much back to normal, and Jenn is with them in Vegas." Steph informed them.
"Cool, sounds good." Shari said with a nod.
"How about our Ken Jr. problem?" Rich asked as he grabbed a cookie from the policeman's bag.
"Well, we'll find out soon enough. I've had an agent tailing him for two days." Steph replied.
"Who would that be?"
"Well, Britt."
"Britt?"
"Yeah, you know Britt."
"Oh yeah...why did you put her on the case?" Shari asked.
"She wanted to help." Steph replied. "She also has a private detective certification you know."

posted March 15, 2002 07:00 PM            

The mock musical will basically consist of song parodies that make up one big story. However, the songs have to be familiar tunes. That way, whoever is reading the parodies, can have some idea of how the song sounds. For example: Title #1 (to the tune of "Barely Breathing).

So, think up a list of familiar songs and post them to the board. Everyone is welcome to join in the story. Just like the other stories, we just make up the story line as we go along.

Best,

posted March 18, 2002 07:32 AM            

This is gonna be a trip!!hehe we should get the other Donuts involved. Hey, what ever happened to Blackwuzzy? She is the auther of this thread, is'nt she? We should have a tribute fantasy. hehehe...

Here are some songs Richard:

Like a virgin, yellow, drops of jupiter,

posted March 18, 2002 06:43 PM            

Thanks. Much love and peace,
BW

3/20/02
Looks like someone wrote something they weren't suppose too. I haven't had a chance to read all this stuff and I never had ideas of Smurf's, etc.....but glad you guys had fun....maybe I can read all this some day soon. Tonight I think it's off to see "Monster's Ball"....with Billy Bob Thornton and Halle Berry. peace......BW

posted March 19, 2002 03:06 AM            

She provided an interesting profile as a detective. Instead of using violence to subdue the criminals, Britt used her looks and wit to lure the unsuspecting scum into her traps. At no time whatesoever did Britt use physical force, although some of the criminals asked her to get physical. She was that gorgeous. To save Ken, Britt would need to use all of her beauty, wit, and intellegence to win the day.

Despite Ken's poor start with the tattoo artist, he started to improve his relations there. Ken wanted to fit in so badly with the rest of the bikers there. Before the artist finished on Ken's tattoo, Ken had passed out, to the amusement of the group there. He was the laughing stock of the entire shop. Hurt, Ken was about ready to leave when he noticed that the tattoo artist was doing a poor job on Drembo Rumblebelly of the Everquest cartoon.

Dismayed, Ken sought to redeem himself. "You sir are a disgrace. That is the worst Drembo Rumblebelly drawing I have every seen.

Looking angrily at Ken, the tattoo artist yelled, "Okay, wimp, can you do any better??"

"Yes, I can, but after looking at your crap, it wouldn't take much for an improvement."

Ken went to work on the customer's arm, adding color and detail along the way. After a few hours of work, Ken was done, providing the customer with a realistic redition of Drembo.

"Wow! This is awesome. Thank you sir!" the customer said. "Oh man, wait until I show everyone this. Its great."

"You're welcome," Ken responded. "As Michelangelo once said, 'I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.'"

"That's pretty deep man," the tattoo artist said. "I'm sorry if I made fun of you earlier, but after this work, I think you're a man who has his shit together."

"Well, I don't keep my shit if that's what you're aiming at. It usually goes down the toilet," Ken said.

"Ah, a man with a dumb sense of humor," the artist said. "You should hang out with us."

"Well, some old friends thought I had no sense of humor at all, but they're in the past. I would love to hang with you homeslices," Ken said.

"Um...don't call us homeslices," the artist responded.

From that point, Ken used to spend all of his time with the biker crowd, doing a lot of work at the tattoo palor. He would then get drunk with them at the bar and start fights. Even worse, Ken started to get into the terrible 80s hair bands like Poison and Mr. Big. That's when the Donuts knew Ken was in trouble.

As the other Donuts helped Rob, Steph designated Britt to help Ken out. Britt went around the San Diego area and checked with her sources. After some digging, Britt found out that Ken usually hung out at the Underbelly Dive Bar. She went to the Underbelly, to find that, when they called it a dive bar, it really was a dive bar.

Britt looked around as all the bikers stared at her, hoping that they could take her home. However, Britt was tough and could handle the pressure. One biker walked up to Britt and asked:

"Baby, I'm looking for some group action, would you like to help?"

Disgusted, Britt said, "The only way you'd ever get group action is if you used both hands, now get out of my way!"

Britt walked by the rejected biker and continued to look for Ken. She finially came across a group of bikers who were all huddled around Ken. Discussing the importance of dimension and perspective in artwork, Ken became inticed at the sight of Britt.

"What's going on?" Ken said with a smirk.

"I've been looking for you," Britt remarked.

"I bet you have," Ken said suavely as his biker friends were encouraging him in the background.

"Come with me, Ken. We need to fix some things," Britt said.

"I bet we do," Ken said.

Ken followed Britt out of the bar and she shoved him the back of her car. Afterwards, Britt drove away. The problem for Britt now laid in finding a remedy for Ken's ills.

"Oh, you like to get physical, don't you?" Ken said with a smile.

"Save it for Kandi," Britt said. "But you know, as a married man with children, you shouldn't be saying stuff like that."

"I know I shouldn't, but at this point in my life, I feel as if I should be living," Ken said in a frustrated tone.

"But is it worth living on the edge if it means losing things that are important to you?" Britt asked.

"Um...I don't know," Ken responded.

"It shouldn't. Don't be the man with the House Full of Riches, and did not know how he threw it all away. You have too much Ken. Don't lose it," Britt pleaded with Ken.

"Doesn't Duncan Sheik sing a song called 'House Full of Riches'," Ken asked.

"Yes," Britt responded.

"I remember him. I met him with my wife Mona, and I remember Duncan doing a song in tribute to the great Jeff Buckley. Jeff was great, and brought so much inspiration in my life. God, I can't lose everything I already have. I must've been a wackadoo for trying," Ken said.

"Oh Ken, its great to see you back to your normal self," Britt said.

"Thank you Britt," Ken said with a smile on his face. "I'm going to spend some time with my family now!"

With wit and charm, Britt saved the day. She might have shoved Ken in the back of her car, but no force was used. Britt used her expertise in psychological analysis to bring Ken as close to normal as it possibly gets. And all the Donuts lived in peace and happiness, ready for the next conflict to arise.

I know it isn't my best effort, but at least its an ending.

Peace,

posted March 19, 2002 07:20 AM            

You're a genious!

I like the part were Britt says : "dont be the house full of riches man" what a great line!!hehehe...

posted May 02, 2002 12:42 PM            

You're welcomed to pick it up from were we left off!! But the story has to be wacky, ok?hehehehe