hundredpapes has entered the room.
lady ofthe celts: Wow it's my chat room
lady ofthe celts: *feels special for no good reason*
hundredpapes: yeah, but you didn't give it a cool name
lady ofthe celts: :) you get to start!!!
lady ofthe celts: How do I do that?
hundredpapes: when it gives you the option to invite people, when you first make it, you can delete the name they give you
hundredpapes: and put in a new one
lady ofthe celts: Ahhhh
lady ofthe celts: I see
lady ofthe celts: *sigh* next time
hundredpapes: OKAY, LET'S GET CRACKIN'!!!
hundredpapes: we were just introduced to Denton's twin, Dobalena, correct?
lady ofthe celts: Yes
lady ofthe celts: Mr. Bob Dobalena
lady ofthe celts: ((zilch))
hundredpapes: Upon hearing the name, Peter enters into a trance. "Mr. Dobalena, Mr. Bob Dobalena." He stands on the table, still repeating the name. Suddenly, the glaze clears out of his eyes, and he says, "I have had a vision!" A flag with the Monkees symbol waves behind him, while a slow version of the Monkees theme song (so as to make it more patriotic) plays in the background.
lady ofthe celts: :)
hundredpapes: "We repeat it over and over again...Mr. Dobalena, Mr. Bob Dobalena....Then we throw in other nonsense. Like...China Clipper calling Alameter...and Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self-defense. Or...It is of my opinion that the people are intending." Peter grins. "For years to come, adoring fans will be hypnotized by its hypnotic sound."
hundredpapes: "Girls with names like Callie and Candace will play it in their cars on miniature silver records. Oh yes, my friends. They will have miniature silver records in the future." His eyes grow larger. "They'll repeat it with us. When it ends, they'll start it again, and again, and again, and again!"
lady ofthe celts: :) :) :) *and again* :) :) :)
hundredpapes: Micky joins him on the table. "That's so crazy, it just might work!!" The two look at each other, and their faces fall. "Nah, it'll never happen." Peter shrugs. "It was just a thought."
hundredpapes: They hop off the table.
hundredpapes: TAKE IT AWAY!!!!
lady ofthe celts: Gee thanks *ponders where to take the story* funny though!!!
lady ofthe celts: :)
lady ofthe celts: Well, everyone runs up to greet the two providers of their meal and then sit back down to order the most expensive thing they can find, after all there's two of them paying now.
hundredpapes: lol
lady ofthe celts: "Hey, dancing waiter guy," Race called out, "Me and my pals here want ta order somthing, if you don't mind." The dancing waiter guy came over to the table, "May I take your order please." "Uh yes, I'd like a steak, and potatoes and wine, my man!" Race said, trying to look like an upper class person. The dancing waiter just cleared his throat and went on. "and for the rest of you?"
hundredpapes: ((my GOOD man. That's how Michael Crawford says it in Hello, Dolly))
lady ofthe celts: All the others poked fun at Race and then ordered their meals. "Do you have chicken lips?" Micky asked the waiter. Looking confused the waiter said, "I don't think so sir." "Umm, then how about turkey hands?" asked Micky with a smile, Peter snickering beside him. The waiter shook his head and said, "No."
lady ofthe celts: "Hmmm, well how about frog legs? Would you happen to have any of those?" Micky asked, stifling laughter. At this the waiters face lit up. "Why yes sir! We do! In fact it is the house specialty. Would you like them medium or rare?" Micky got a sick look on his face and smacked Peter who was still snickering. "Ummmm, medium I guess." Davy just shook his head and turned to the waiter. "I would like an order of sauerkraut please."
lady ofthe celts: The others on the table looked at Davy funnily, I mean who orders sauerkraut alone? "What?!?" Davy exclaimed "Snyder had some, and it looked so good." Davy's eyes glaze over. "I've been craving some all day." After a while the food came. The waiter passed it out to everyone giving Davy his last. "Here is your sauerkraut sir." The waiter put the plate down in front of Davy.
lady ofthe celts: At that very same moment the door burst open and HE showed up, His silloet in the open door way. "Sauerkraut? Did someone say sauerkraut?" Yes it was HIM! The Sauerkraut Burglar! (aka Crutchy) In all his dashing glory! He quickly strode, uhhh I mean hobbled, across the room. His black mask shining, his floppy hat flopping, and his jail suit swishing. In one swift movement he nabbed Davy's sauerkraut plate and before anyone could say anything was back out the door.
lady ofthe celts: After a few seconds of staring at Davy's empty place, up at the swinging door, and back at Davy's place, Mike asked, "Wasn't that the kid with the crutch and funny laugh I saw this morning?" "Yah," Blush said and sighed. Muffins got a horrified look on her face and quickly spoke up, "But don't tell him we know. He still thinks no one knows and it would break his heart if he found out." Mike sensing the gravity of the situation promised, "I won't tell, we won't tell. Right guys?" All the other Monkees agreed, but Mike did pause to wonder how much of a hold on sanity this Crutchy fellow really had.
lady ofthe celts: poor Jack's deflated ego
hundredpapes: ((I'll take care of Jack))
hundredpapes: ((clears throat...er...fingers?))