Newsgroups: gweepnet.yarn
Path: hotblack!jer
From: jer@hotblack.gweep.net (Nicest of the Damned)
Subject: Zoinks!
Message-ID: 
Organization: Worcester Discordian Society, 17th Deformed Church
References:    
Date: Thu, 8 Sep 1994 21:41:33 GMT

The Mystery Machine pulled up to the front of the house. Our gang was met by
Daphne's grandfather and his housekeeper, Madge, a frumpy old woman who
had jowls like a bulldog and beady little eyes.

"Gramps!" squeaked Daphne, and jumped into his arms. They hugged very tightly
for some time. "Thanks for letting us stay here. I don't know what we'd do
without you"

Fred injected, "Probably sleep in the Mystery Machine. We wouldn't miss this
Festival for ANYTHING."

"Yeah! Tom Jones is the headlining act! He's sooo dreamy!" Thelma swooned into
her own little world.

Shaggy looked at Scooby, "I hope our room is next to the KITCHEN! Race you
in to find out!" The Great Dane and the scruffy beatnik wannabe sprinted
towards the front door, nearly bowling over Gramps, but they didn't avoid
the clasp of the housekeeper, who grabbed them by the collars and stretched 
their necks out about 5 feet.

"You'll have to keep the DOG outside on the porch," said Madge, giving
Scooby an evil glare.
"And keep your doors locked at night. There've been some strange goings on
around here."

*GULP*

-- 
jer@hotblack.gweep.net          "L'Ordre est la plaisir de la raison, 
mpython@gnu.ai.mit.edu        mais le desordre est la delice de l'imagination"
jer@real.life.edu	                             -Paul Claudel



86.html
Go back to the previous chapter

Children: 

90.html


Mail your comments or continuations to Jer.