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The Adventure of Tobby and Bogsy
Clinton Tue Mar 02, 2010 5:47 am
It all started when our adventure-loving...adventurer, Tobby, woke up in a foxy forest. It was the first time it had happened. Feeling abnormally relieved, Tobby stroked a dangerous oil-soaked rag, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Giggling like schoolgirl, he realized that his beloved red horse was missing! Immediately he called his enemy in training, Bogsy. Tobby had known Bogsy for (plus or minus) 20 years, the majority of which were enchanting ones. Bogsy was unique. He was intelligent though sometimes a little... dimwitted. Tobby called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Bogsy picked up to a very happy Tobby. Bogsy calmly assured him that most venomous koalas panic before mating, yet spotted wolf hamsters usually flamboyantly yawn *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Tobby. Why was Bogsy trying to distract Tobby? Because he had snuck out from Tobby's with the red horse only three days prior. It was a enchanting little red horse... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Tobby got back to the subject at hand: his red horse. Bogsy yawned. Relunctantly, Bogsy invited him over, assuring him they'd find the red horse. Tobby grabbed his canoe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Bogsy realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the red horse and he had to do it thoughtfully. He figured that if Tobby took the homemade car, he had take at least eleven minutes before Tobby would get there. But if he took the time machine? Then Bogsy would be very screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Bogsy was interrupted by four funny-smelling black bats that were lured by his red horse. Bogsy cringed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling exasperated, he aggressively reached for his dull pencil and fearlessly poked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the lemur-infested moor, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the time machine rolling up. It was Tobby.
----o0o----
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Big Lots to pick up a 12-pack of ninja stars, so he knew he was running late. With a mighty leap, Tobby was out of the time machine and went indiscriminately jaunting toward Bogsy's front door. Meanwhile inside, Bogsy was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the red horse into a box of gerbils and then slid the box behind his hippopotamus. Bogsy was frustrated but at least the red horse was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Bogsy surreptitiously purred. With a careful push, Tobby opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some oafish zealous...zealot in a homemade car,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Bogsy assured him. Tobby took a seat hilariously close to where Bogsy had hidden the red horse. Bogsy shuddered trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Tobby was distracted. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, Bogsy noticed a annoying look on Tobby's face. Tobby slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Bogsy felt a stabbing pain in his fingernail when Tobby asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the red horse right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A clueless look started to form on Tobby's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's wolverines from when she used to have pet disease-carrying chipmunks. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Tobby nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Bogsy could react, Tobby carefully lunged toward the box and opened it. The red horse was plainly in view.
Tobby stared at Bogsy for what what must've been eleven minutes. A few freaknasty minutes later, Bogsy groped explosively in Tobby's direction, clearly desperate. Tobby grabbed the red horse and bolted for the door. It was locked. Bogsy let out a saucy chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Tobby,' he rebuked. Bogsy always had been a little insensitive, so Tobby knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Bogsy did something crazy, like... start chucking ripened avocados at him or something. Ever so extemperaneously, he gripped his red horse tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Bogsy looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Tobby. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame eight days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Tobby. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Bogsy walked over to the window and looked down. Tobby was gone.
----o0o----
Just yonder, Tobby was struggling to make his way through the foxy forest behind Bogsy's place. Tobby had severely hurt his scalp during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral black bats suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the red horse. One by one they latched on to Tobby. Already weakened from his injury, Tobby yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of black bats running off with his red horse.
About four hours later, Tobby awoke, his ear throbbing. It was dark and Tobby did not know where he was. Deep in the uninhabited haunted thicket, Tobby was barely lost. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, he remembered that his red horse was taken by the black bats. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a enormous black bat emerged from the secret vineyard. It was the alpha black bat. Tobby opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the black bat sunk its teeth into Tobby's double chin. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Tobby's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than two miles away, Bogsy was entombed by anguish over the loss of the red horse. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened dull pencil. With a hasty thrust, he buried it deeply into his shin. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Tobby... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the red horse that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant black bats, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(
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Bogsy picked up to a very happy Tobby. Bogsy calmly assured him that most venomous koalas panic before mating, yet spotted wolf hamsters usually flamboyantly yawn *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Tobby. Why was Bogsy trying to distract Tobby? Because he had snuck out from Tobby's with the red horse only three days prior. It was a enchanting little red horse... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Tobby got back to the subject at hand: his red horse. Bogsy yawned. Relunctantly, Bogsy invited him over, assuring him they'd find the red horse. Tobby grabbed his canoe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Bogsy realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the red horse and he had to do it thoughtfully. He figured that if Tobby took the homemade car, he had take at least eleven minutes before Tobby would get there. But if he took the time machine? Then Bogsy would be very screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Bogsy was interrupted by four funny-smelling black bats that were lured by his red horse. Bogsy cringed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling exasperated, he aggressively reached for his dull pencil and fearlessly poked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the lemur-infested moor, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the time machine rolling up. It was Tobby.
----o0o----
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Big Lots to pick up a 12-pack of ninja stars, so he knew he was running late. With a mighty leap, Tobby was out of the time machine and went indiscriminately jaunting toward Bogsy's front door. Meanwhile inside, Bogsy was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the red horse into a box of gerbils and then slid the box behind his hippopotamus. Bogsy was frustrated but at least the red horse was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Bogsy surreptitiously purred. With a careful push, Tobby opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some oafish zealous...zealot in a homemade car,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Bogsy assured him. Tobby took a seat hilariously close to where Bogsy had hidden the red horse. Bogsy shuddered trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Tobby was distracted. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, Bogsy noticed a annoying look on Tobby's face. Tobby slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Bogsy felt a stabbing pain in his fingernail when Tobby asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the red horse right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A clueless look started to form on Tobby's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's wolverines from when she used to have pet disease-carrying chipmunks. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Tobby nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Bogsy could react, Tobby carefully lunged toward the box and opened it. The red horse was plainly in view.
Tobby stared at Bogsy for what what must've been eleven minutes. A few freaknasty minutes later, Bogsy groped explosively in Tobby's direction, clearly desperate. Tobby grabbed the red horse and bolted for the door. It was locked. Bogsy let out a saucy chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Tobby,' he rebuked. Bogsy always had been a little insensitive, so Tobby knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Bogsy did something crazy, like... start chucking ripened avocados at him or something. Ever so extemperaneously, he gripped his red horse tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Bogsy looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Tobby. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame eight days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Tobby. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Bogsy walked over to the window and looked down. Tobby was gone.
----o0o----
Just yonder, Tobby was struggling to make his way through the foxy forest behind Bogsy's place. Tobby had severely hurt his scalp during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral black bats suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the red horse. One by one they latched on to Tobby. Already weakened from his injury, Tobby yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of black bats running off with his red horse.
About four hours later, Tobby awoke, his ear throbbing. It was dark and Tobby did not know where he was. Deep in the uninhabited haunted thicket, Tobby was barely lost. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, he remembered that his red horse was taken by the black bats. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a enormous black bat emerged from the secret vineyard. It was the alpha black bat. Tobby opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the black bat sunk its teeth into Tobby's double chin. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Tobby's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than two miles away, Bogsy was entombed by anguish over the loss of the red horse. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened dull pencil. With a hasty thrust, he buried it deeply into his shin. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Tobby... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the red horse that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant black bats, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(
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