Surfs Up: Part 2
By Rina
thanks for the really (ego-)encouraging reviews! ( I tried to put up asterisks last time, the computer just transferred them to bold print and they didn't show up at all when I uploaded them. sorry!
Lifeguard: Last call for participants!
Erik (to Raoul): Guess that's us.
Raoul: Who? Me? ^looks about dumbly^ Where's my ice cream?
Erik: ^sighs, grabbing Raoul by the arm^ Come on!
Raoul: Ooh… a contest.
Erik: ^slaps forehead^^to lifeguard^ Can we enter? Do you have spare surfboards for us?
Lifeguard: Sure. What are your names?
Raoul: Sometimes Mommy called me 'Fop.' But usually they call me Raoul de Chagny…
Lifeguard: Umm… ok. And you?
Erik: Erik Dunesque.
Lifeguard: Here are your surfboards! ^hands them battered-looking surfboards (think school instruments in surfboard form.)^
^Erik and Raoul mount the surfboards.^
Lifeguard: Ok… you'll obviously be starting from here, and you'll be stopping at the orange flag. ^points to an orange flag a couple hundred feet away^
Ready… set… go!
^The contestants, including Raoul and Erik, push off into the water and strike beach-boy-like poses. Erik, however, whips a straw out of his shorts and dives underwater. The lifeguard doesn't notice any of this because Christine is flirting shamelessly with him.^
Erik: ^breaks into one of the numerous Beach Boy songs concerning surfing (none of which the author can remember right now) that is conducted through the straw at the nearest contestant. The contestant, entranced by Erik's singing, doesn't notice that a huge wave is approaching until he gets knocked off his surfboard by it. Erik continues this process until everyone but Raoul is left.^
Erik: ^gets back on surfboard^ That was easy! Now for the REALLY easy part… looking better than the fop!
^Insert radical beach music and psychadelic-looking backgrounds here.^
^The camera alternates between Raoul, who is unfortunately a pretty good surfer, and Erik, who is too.^
Erik: Oh damn! I'm getting tired of this! Besides, anything to get that pink background away from me… it never was my color.
^grabs cello, and, through the wonders of his musical genius, knows how to play 'Jaws' on it.^
^A shark is lured from the depths of the ocean as it recognizes its theme song.^
Shark: Hey! That's me! ^spots Raoul^ He smells like ice cream. ^devours Raoul^
Raoul: AAAH!!!!!!!!!!
Erik: ^soars across finish line^ I won!
^Immediately upon reaching land, swarms of Hawaiian babes envelop Erik.^
H.B. ^fondle his muscles^ Ooh! Aah!
Erik: Sorry ladies, but I must be off! I have-
^breaks off as he spots Christine, who is still oblivious to anything except the cute lifeguard.^
Oh, what the hell? All of them look better in bikinis than Christine does anyway.
^to H.B.^ I meant… I must be off to the tiki bar with you!
^Our hero strides into the sunset with hordes of Hawaiian babes on each arm.^
yay!! come see my picture it was based on!
http://www.phelinephan.50megs.com/phelineart/surfingcontest.jpg
By Rina
thanks for the really (ego-)encouraging reviews! ( I tried to put up asterisks last time, the computer just transferred them to bold print and they didn't show up at all when I uploaded them. sorry!
Lifeguard: Last call for participants!
Erik (to Raoul): Guess that's us.
Raoul: Who? Me? ^looks about dumbly^ Where's my ice cream?
Erik: ^sighs, grabbing Raoul by the arm^ Come on!
Raoul: Ooh… a contest.
Erik: ^slaps forehead^^to lifeguard^ Can we enter? Do you have spare surfboards for us?
Lifeguard: Sure. What are your names?
Raoul: Sometimes Mommy called me 'Fop.' But usually they call me Raoul de Chagny…
Lifeguard: Umm… ok. And you?
Erik: Erik Dunesque.
Lifeguard: Here are your surfboards! ^hands them battered-looking surfboards (think school instruments in surfboard form.)^
^Erik and Raoul mount the surfboards.^
Lifeguard: Ok… you'll obviously be starting from here, and you'll be stopping at the orange flag. ^points to an orange flag a couple hundred feet away^
Ready… set… go!
^The contestants, including Raoul and Erik, push off into the water and strike beach-boy-like poses. Erik, however, whips a straw out of his shorts and dives underwater. The lifeguard doesn't notice any of this because Christine is flirting shamelessly with him.^
Erik: ^breaks into one of the numerous Beach Boy songs concerning surfing (none of which the author can remember right now) that is conducted through the straw at the nearest contestant. The contestant, entranced by Erik's singing, doesn't notice that a huge wave is approaching until he gets knocked off his surfboard by it. Erik continues this process until everyone but Raoul is left.^
Erik: ^gets back on surfboard^ That was easy! Now for the REALLY easy part… looking better than the fop!
^Insert radical beach music and psychadelic-looking backgrounds here.^
^The camera alternates between Raoul, who is unfortunately a pretty good surfer, and Erik, who is too.^
Erik: Oh damn! I'm getting tired of this! Besides, anything to get that pink background away from me… it never was my color.
^grabs cello, and, through the wonders of his musical genius, knows how to play 'Jaws' on it.^
^A shark is lured from the depths of the ocean as it recognizes its theme song.^
Shark: Hey! That's me! ^spots Raoul^ He smells like ice cream. ^devours Raoul^
Raoul: AAAH!!!!!!!!!!
Erik: ^soars across finish line^ I won!
^Immediately upon reaching land, swarms of Hawaiian babes envelop Erik.^
H.B. ^fondle his muscles^ Ooh! Aah!
Erik: Sorry ladies, but I must be off! I have-
^breaks off as he spots Christine, who is still oblivious to anything except the cute lifeguard.^
Oh, what the hell? All of them look better in bikinis than Christine does anyway.
^to H.B.^ I meant… I must be off to the tiki bar with you!
^Our hero strides into the sunset with hordes of Hawaiian babes on each arm.^
yay!! come see my picture it was based on!
http://www.phelinephan.50megs.com/phelineart/surfingcontest.jpg