BY SOLO
EPISODE 16
{LAZY????? LAZY????
Okay so there weren't that many end up questions
last ep…well - just wait until
the end of this one!!!}
Well, what do you know it actually fit!
{Quick recap: Machine
found, Solo kidnapped by Thulgore, Solo rescued
from Thulgore by T, P &
R.}
Solo looked at herself
in the full-length mirror and admired the
sleek fit of the blue/gray jumpsuit.
The black belt around her waist
was pulled to the tightest notch
but it was still slightly too big and
lay loosely on the top of her
hips. Fortunately, her own black boots
had been spared the purple coating
of dust that had covered the rest of
her clothes, so she was able
to wear them. Fortunate, basically
because, quite frankly, Paul,
Tim and Richard all had bloody huge feet.
Solo plucked at
the nametag on the left-hand side of the suit.
'PAUL'. Damn. She
spent several minutes trying to remove it but
eventually gave up. Oh
well, at least the suit was roughly the same
size, still, she looked down
at the rolled up cuffs at her ankles and
wrists and laughed…maybe not
quite the right size!!
Solo pulled the
towel away from her hair and rubbed the moisture
out. She then pinched
a comb off the bathroom sink and wandered towards
the bathroom door.
She began to comb
the knots from her hair. She opened the door and
stepped through the cloud of
steam that burst out ahead of her. She
emerged to the sound of three
harmonising voices.
Odd socks, Odd Socks,
There is no even pair.
I can't even blame the washer
Caus the fault is not in there.
I pin my socks together
I tie them with some string
I staple them with metal clips
While still upon my feet.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
But somehow one still goes missing
The odd one's now long gone
I search and search, look everywhere
Under the couch and behind the chair
No luck, All I have cannot be spared
I have no pair to spare.
Odd socks, Odd socks
There is no pair to spare
I can't even blame the washer
Caus the fault is not in there.
I've tried hand washing
Drip drying,
Tying them in knots
I've even put them in Richard's soda
But nothing seems to work
And I end up with all odd socks.
I even placed a wanted ad
Pleading for some help
I've asked that they be returned to me
By twenty-five past three
But I received no answer
No reply has come
So I am left to contemplate
My red and green striped ones
Odd socks, Odd socks
I know I'll never find
These renegades, these runaways
For these poor bare feet of mine.
As they sang the
three boys wandered around the room and cleaned up.
Richard's arms
were loaded down with clothes, boots and various game
pieces.
As Tim and Paul
reached the final chorus, Richard threw a boot from
across the room. It bounced
off Tim's forehead. "My soda?" he asked.
"Ah, Tim, isn't
this your sock?" Paul demanded, throwing a pink and
yellow striped sock in his direction.
Tim pulled it off
his ear…"Where's the other one Paul?"
"Ahhhh!!" Paul
looked around for several moments, then looked up at
Tim. "Dunno!"
"Not again!
Solo coughed.
"It's about time!"
Paul exclaimed seeing her finally out of the
bathroom. Tim, Richard
and Paul all made a run for the bathroom door.
Paul got to the door first and,
pushing the other two aside ran in and
slammed the door shut.
Tim and Richard
went back to cleaning up.
Solo noticed the
time machine had been brought into the room and was
now pushed over into the corner
between Richard and Tim's bedrooms. She
could see the clock on the desk.
The time was still ticking down.
9:15:32, 9:15:31 etc.
When Paul emerged
a few minutes later, Solo was ready to scream.
Paul took one look
around the room and grinned madly. Finally,
someone who could suffer through
the same tortures that he had too.
Solo glared at
Paul.
"Have you got Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
one?" Tim asked
Richard after staring at the
one card in his hand for what seems to Solo
an Age. He looked up at
Richard.
Richard stared
at his handful of cards for several long moments
before replying. "Nope."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Solo screamed.
"Have you
got ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh king?" Richard
asked Tim.
Solo stamped over
to Paul. "How do you put up with this?" She
demanded.
"Nup!" Tim replied
after a long pause.
Paul rolled his
eyes before he grabbed Solo's arm and dragged her
back over to the table.
Leaning over, he
snatched the cards out of Richard's hands.
"Hey!" Richard
complained.
"Let's play a game?"
Paul suggested.
Tim jumped up.
"Yeah!"
"No."
Paul gave Richard
a dirty look. "You scared Rich?"
Richard nodded
his head strongly.
"Well, too bad."
Paul ran over to a large bell in the corner, stuck
to the outer wall of his bedroom
and slapped the metal ball with his
palm. The ball smashed
against the round metal…oh well, let's just face
it, the bell looked like one
of those old school bells you might see in
an old 70's television show
or movies like Grease.
"Game one.
Mister Fly." Paul ran back over to the table. Gathered
on the table were a variety
of bizarre instruments. Paul and Tim both
picked up the glossimer wings
from the table top and wrapped the elastic
grip around Richard's arms.
Tim then grabbed a pair of goggles and gave
them to Richard to put on.
Richard stared at them worriedly and then
looked over to Solo…a look of
pleading helplessness covered his handsome
features. Solo just
watched the three lads bemusedly from the corner
of the room…She wasn't going
to get involved.
Richard put on
the goggles at Paul's urgings.
Richard moved his
head back and forth. To Solo it looked like he
couldn't see very clearly.
"Now, Richard.
Fly around the room." Tim ordered and gave Richard a
little push. Rich stumbled
forwards. He raised his arms high and began
to run around the room, weaving
and dodging to avoid the various objects
strewn in his path.
Paul picked up
one of two large bats from the tabletop. Tim picked
up the other.
"That's it Rich,
fly around the room."
"Wh whwhwwh what
are you guys going to do?" Richard asked, trying to
see the other two were holding.
"We're going to
swot the fly." Paul said with a maniacal laugh.
Tim and Paul both
took off in pursuit of Richard.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
Richard cried and ran around to hide behind
Solo. Afraid of getting
hit herself, Solo dodged away.
Paul and Tim pounced
on Rich.
BIFF!
POW!
BLAM!!
THWACK!!!
After several very
long 'SMACK's Solo finally called the game to a
halt.
"Okay." Paul
said dropping his bat onto Tim's foot.
"Ouch!" Tim cried.
Paul raced over
to the bell and slapped it again. "Game two.
Mister Sacrifice."
Poor Richard…What
now?
Will Richard survive
Mr. Sacrifice?
Will Tim and Paul
let Solo play?
Does Solo get to
keep her Shitsu Tonka jumpsuit when she goes home?
Will she ever go
home?
What other games
does Paul have up his sleeve?
Who does the cooking
around here?
Come to think of
it, who does the washing up?
Is anyone else
thoroughly sick of these never answered questions
posed at the end of each episode?
Has this tale gotten
too tacky for it's intellectually superior
readers? - Okay you can stop
laughing now!
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