BY SOLO
EPISODE FOUR
When we last left our hero, she was had fallen asleep
in the only comfortable bed she could find after pigging out on all the
rasberry jelly she could find. Obviously she had been doing far too much
exercise lately, but then how could she have predicted that she would be
kidnapped by wierdos from the future, brought on board a flying submarine
and forced to walk for hours up and down far more corridors than was logical
for a ship this size.
As she lay, innocently sleeping, the door leading to
the outter living room smashed open. Three young handsome men stomped,
single file, into the room. The tall, thin - fairly good looking one, in
the lead sang loudly, "Hi ho, Hi ho, it's home, it's home we go. Tra la
la la la, tra la la la la, hi ho, hi ho."
"Shut up Tim," the shorter, more agressive and infinately
better looking one of the three demanded angrily.
Tim abruptly stopped, causing the two boys behind him
to crash into his back. he turned slowly and stared at the young man behind
him. "No Paul, I wont." he replied and began to sing again. "Hi ho, hi
ho."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Paul cried and stomped away into
the living room.
Tim grinned and turned to the third young man (quiet
good looking in his own right, though not as classically handsome as Tim
or as devilishly sexy as Paul) who had so far remained quiet, suffering
silently through Tim's singing and Paul complaints. "I'd watch out for
Paul today Richard...You know what he's like on Sundays."
"Well, he wouldn't get so bad if you didn't keep stirring
him up," Richard replied swallowing hard. He knew that once Paul became
pissed off, nothing except grievous bodily harm inflicted on either himself
or Tim would cheer Paul up again.
"Shut up Richard," Paul called from accross the room.
Looking over Tim's shoulder, Richard watched Paul pace
the floor infront of the table. "I'm hungry!" Paul called in an attempt
to get Tim's attention.
Tim looked over to Paul, "well eat something then."
"What? You know Paul can't cook." Richard said to Tim,
in a brave attempt to get back and Paul for always telling him to shut
up.
"Shut up Richard!" Paul called back, overhearing Richard's
remark.
Damn! thought Richard. Paul always does that. i wonder,
maybe it is because he doesn't like me?? Nah!!! That couldn't be possible...him
and Paul - they were like brothers.
"Well, that jelly we made before going on our walk should
be set by now." Tim sasid in an attempt to calm Paul down before he got
to violent.
"Yeah. jelly, jelly, jelly!!!" Paul cried out happily
and pranced over to the table. Within seconds Tim and Richard joined him.
"Hang on a second." Tim said slowly..."what's this?"
he picked his bowl up from that table and held it out for Paul and Richard
to see inside it. "Someone has been eating my jelly!" In the middle of
the bowl, a small spoonful of the green jelly had been scooped out. "Who
did it?"
"Well It wasn't me Tim, because I was with you." Richard
said quickly - somehow he just knew he was going to get blamed for this.
Tim looked over at Paul angrily.
"It wasn't me Pus face," Paul said and returned tim's
dirty look with one of his own.
"Hey," Richard exclaimed, unintentionally breaking up
the fight that was about to begin. he picked up his own bowl and held it
under Tim's nose. "look, Someone's been eating my jelly." And there in
the middle of the bowl was a familiar spoon shaped chunk dug out of the
yellow jelly.
"It wasn't me," said Tim.
"It wasn't me either," said Paul.
Richard waited for the insult he knew was sure to follow
such a mild retort from paul...After a few minutes, Richard realised their
wasn't going to be one. He looked at Paul. Paul was staring into his own
bowl. Richard looked at Tim who shrugged his shoulders in return.
"What is it short stuff?"
"Look!" Paul pointed to his bowl. Richard and Tim leaned
over. Paul's bowl was empty. there was not a scrap of red jelly left staining
the edge of the bowl. "Someone's been eating my jelly and they've eaten
it all up!" Paul looked up and locked eyes with tim and Richard.
What was going on here?
It was only then that Richard noticed the chairs...
He pointed to Tim's chair - it's cushion had been moved.
"Someone's been sitting in Tim's chair!"
Tim and Paul looked agast.
It was Time who then noticed the next oddity. "Look,
someone's been sitting in Richard's chair." Again it appeared as though
the cushion on this time the middle chair, had been disturbed. it's corners
lay at an angle with the straight edge of the chair seat. Richard quickly
straightened it.
"Look!" Paul exclaimed, pointing to his own smaller chair
which had been pushed out from the edge of the table. "Someone's been sitting
in my chair and see..." Paul showed the other two boys the small body shaped
indent still pressed into the chair.
"they were obviously there for a while." Richard pointed
out.
Paul, Tim and Richard all looked at each other for several
long drawn out moments. Scared expressions covered their faces.
"We'd better check to see if any thing else has been
touched." Tim suggested. the three boys all hesitantly moved over to Tim's
room. Tim opened the door.
"Look Tim, someone has been sleeping in your bed!" Richard
cried out. tim's bedcovers had been mussed up - in a different way to how
Tim had mussed them up before he had left earlier this morning.
Carefully the boys made their way out of Tim's room and
into Richard's room...located behind the TV screen.
"Look Richard...someone's been sleeping in your bed!"
tim called in shock as they surveyed the mussed sheets on Richards normally
immaculate and tightly tucked bed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!" Richard cried and quickly ran over to
straithen and re-tuck his bed. when he had finished remaking his bed, the
three boys slowly made their way over to Paul's room.
"Look, somebody's been sleeping in my bed...and look
they're still there!" Paul whispered quietly.
All that could be seen of the figure in the bed was a
small brown ponytail that had come half undone during her sleep.
"What do we do? how am i going to sleep with that in
there?" Paul asked Tim worridly.
"I don't know what you're concerned about Paul. you never
sleep in here anyway...we all sleep in the big bed that appears in the
middle of the living room each night remember?"
"oh yeah." Paul muttered...."but who ever it is is in
my bedroom and I won't have it..." Paul marched over to the side of the
bed. "Oi!" he shouted at the figure in the bed. the figure didn't move.
"Oi!" Paul shouted again and pushed against the one exposed
shoulder - nothing happened (well we have already established that Solo
is a heavy sleeper! )
"Hey you!" Paul finally screamed. the figure in the bed
shot up to a sitting position and rubbed the sleepy dust from her eyes.
"What'dya want?" she muttered.
The three boys gasped in shock, supprise and lust...
"A girl!" they all cried at once.
What will happen next?
Will Solo be safe in the presence of these three frustrate
and hungry males?
And more importantly, does she want to be?
What will Paul, Tim and Richard do now?
Stay tuned for the next action packed adventure of DAAS KAPITAL REVIVED