A/N: An idea I had while on vacation.
Once Upon A Time
It was a dark and not very stormy night. It was, in fact, just a little drizzly, but it was the sort of drizzle that drizzled into your bones and rotted them from the inside ou- okay. Never mind. It was just drizzly.
But there might have been some thunder.
FINE! Fine. No thunder. But there were ominous clouds, okay? Please? Thank you.
CONTINUING...
The Librarian had nothing to read.
The Lost Grimoires had been catalogued, the Fourth Reading Room had been bricked up, and Spot Finds His Bone had seen its last banana. The Librarian would be short of reading material until the new shipment of "Lady Snaffwell's Manuals for- thingie... with the... er... y'know... thingie. Yeah." came in.
So he went exploring.
It has been said that the UU's library has every book ever written, and, indeed, every book NOT written as well.
Unfortunately, this is completely true. So when the Librarian goes exploring, there's no knowing where he'll end up.
He came. He saw. His eyes nearly fell out of his head. Veni Vidi Vimes.
The Librarian stared at the books. There were several, because... he sat down and pulled four books out and inspected them carefully. Four versions of the same book? Why? Why FOUR?
He opened the book and read a few lines. The Librarian ooked softly and stared, glassy-eyed, into the library's depths.
He knuckled away, ooking gently.
"Sorry I'm late, Neil."
"That's fine! What's this about a collaberation, though?"
"Oh, I had this idea for the Librar- BLOODY HELL!"
The Librarian reached down and took the notebook carefully out of the man's unresisting hands. He read a few lines. He turned a page. He turned another page. The Librarian patted the man on the head, and disappeared over a bookshelf.
There was silence for a few minutes.
"What the hell was that, Terry?"
"An orangutan, I think."
Pause.
"Let's never mention this again."
"Mention what?"
"... Ah."
Once Upon A Time
It was a dark and not very stormy night. It was, in fact, just a little drizzly, but it was the sort of drizzle that drizzled into your bones and rotted them from the inside ou- okay. Never mind. It was just drizzly.
But there might have been some thunder.
FINE! Fine. No thunder. But there were ominous clouds, okay? Please? Thank you.
CONTINUING...
The Librarian had nothing to read.
The Lost Grimoires had been catalogued, the Fourth Reading Room had been bricked up, and Spot Finds His Bone had seen its last banana. The Librarian would be short of reading material until the new shipment of "Lady Snaffwell's Manuals for- thingie... with the... er... y'know... thingie. Yeah." came in.
So he went exploring.
It has been said that the UU's library has every book ever written, and, indeed, every book NOT written as well.
Unfortunately, this is completely true. So when the Librarian goes exploring, there's no knowing where he'll end up.
He came. He saw. His eyes nearly fell out of his head. Veni Vidi Vimes.
The Librarian stared at the books. There were several, because... he sat down and pulled four books out and inspected them carefully. Four versions of the same book? Why? Why FOUR?
He opened the book and read a few lines. The Librarian ooked softly and stared, glassy-eyed, into the library's depths.
He knuckled away, ooking gently.
"Sorry I'm late, Neil."
"That's fine! What's this about a collaberation, though?"
"Oh, I had this idea for the Librar- BLOODY HELL!"
The Librarian reached down and took the notebook carefully out of the man's unresisting hands. He read a few lines. He turned a page. He turned another page. The Librarian patted the man on the head, and disappeared over a bookshelf.
There was silence for a few minutes.
"What the hell was that, Terry?"
"An orangutan, I think."
Pause.
"Let's never mention this again."
"Mention what?"
"... Ah."
