The van pulled up to the door.
The noise coming from inside the funhouse was hideous and confusing. A traumatic whirl of monkey-noises, people screaming, meows and hisses and an oocasional "Foomph" of what the trained crew recognized as the noise of an exploding peep. Clearly it was a job for people of their vast expertise...
As the shadowy crew started to fan out around the building, they slid past their van with the letters "Deux Ex Machina Rentals" emblazoned on the side....
The chaos inside was...well, chaotic!! I mean, how else can you describe a flock of cheeze-whiz and marshmallow covered flying sock-monkeys cowering in a corner screaming and electrocuting themselves accidentally with jerry-rigged cattleprods, while being taunted with crazed LJ'ers flourishing flaming peeps?
(and did you know there are ghost-peeps now for Halloween? True fact; I ate one today, but that's not important right now.) The cats were yowling, purring, rolling in the dirt and dragging monkeys around except for the ones still being sat on by Escher the Humongo-Kitty. The carnage was horrible. The carpet was completely ruined.
*bang!*
The doors, such as they were now, were thrown open, and shadowed figures with nets emerged. One stepped out from the crowd, clad in black ninja-garb from head to toe, and flashed a card.
"Kapock Island's Sock-Monkey Really-Wild-Preseve Task Force. We got a call about some really wild monkeys?"
The straggling human fighters paused, confused. Did anyone call them? Who still had their cell phones? Was there any pizza left?
"Lady, your mother gave us a call from the Institute. You should be grateful; she used up all her phone priveledges to send us to find you, Ma'am....Now, who's all here?"
And with that, the monkeys were netted and rounded up, freed from various sulky kitties. As a giant ball of yarny-squirmy screeches they were casually tossed into the back of the truck.
"Have a good night ma'am...and please, next time keep the monkeys away from the little nylon wings, okay?"
"Er...when can i have my sock monkey back? And how the hell do we get home?"
"Not my problem, lady. Have a nice evening!"
As the van pulled away, the small, noble, and cheeze-smelling group of abductees clustered around Ms Mausi.
"Well, that's a FINE mess you got us into!"
"Yeah, how do we all get HOME, missy?"
"We're miles from a Icee machine--You're going DOWN, Maus!!!"
"Well....we could ride Escher home." Replies the Mausi, scratching her head.
"Yeah, right!" Laughs Cynnerth. "And he's going to move WHY?!?"
"Hmmm...I have...a cunning plan....."
One bit of string, a wadded-up piece of paper and a stick later, Escher lumbered across the American landscape, striving ever onward to Get That Piece Of Paper....and dropping off Lj'er along the way.
"What about the Kiwi and the Scot?" Wonders Amphigorey aloud.
"I think they may be stuck until I get enough water-wings for Escher..." Mausi shrugged. "Maybe we can get them jobs as professional Peep-Throwers?"
"Beats working!" Ms Phiggy grins....
THE END.....
(or is it? hee. heehee....)
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