> By this time, Stanley returns from upstairs. Seeing the skunkette
> sisters looking over some little books, he walks up to Scrapper.
> "What's up?" the lion asks, as he points to the back,
> "Search me," answers the dragon, while shrugging his shoulder. "A
guy
> arrived not too long ago with a package for Ari. The skunks are
> looking through their books, trying to find some name on the letter
> that came with it."
> The lion rubs his chin, "Hmmm, sounds like we have a little mystery
> on our hands, Scrapper old bean. But, since I'm not qualified to be
> playing Sherlock Holmes, or Mike Hammer for that matter, I'm going
> back to what I was planning to do a few minutes ago. Eat!" Stanley
> then smiles and returns to the food table. After picking up his
cup,
> he says, "Hey, Scrapper, did anyone touch this while I was
upstairs?"
> He shows the dragon the cup.
>
> (Anyone want to continue?)
"No, I don't think so. Why do you ask?".
"Call it paranoia I guess. Maybe I just am. Oh what the hell.". And
the lion gulped it down in one swig.
He found it to have a wierd taste. Which was not previously there. He
then saw Lori standing there with a big evil grin on her face.
"The bathroom was tied up at the moment, I guess I shouldn't have
drunk all of that grapejuice," she said sarcastically. "And the moral
of this story is, don't leave your drink unattended.".
The lion turned a sickly green and ran to the bathroom. Horrible
retching sounds were heard.
(next?)
-Brandon Payne
Received on Thu Apr 25 2002 - 09:21:24 CDT