Hi, this is your friendly crazy authorous speaking, just wanted to give you
an intro to this story. In case you were wondering, the Royal Tyrell
Museum is located in Drumheller, Alberta, Canada. That's just east of
Calgary I belive. Anyways, I was there on one of my annual visits a few
days ago when to my surprise I heard..
"NAGI! Stop making the Albertasarous bones eat the little kids!" Brad yelled, rubbing the bridge of his nose in vain to prevent his on coming headache. The young boy pouted, but complied, using his telekinetic powers to manipulate the bones back into they're spot, leaving a little girl rocking back and forth in terror, probably scarred for life.
You see, it was the annual Shwartz vacation, and this year Brad had decided to take them to Canada for a change, as they had been practically every where else in the world. They had been through Ottawa (Brad winced at that thought, remembering how Farfarello had gotten drunk and had streaked across parliament hill.) Then there had been Winnipeg, where Schuldrich had learned the hard way why it was called "Winterpeg" and all sorts of other crazy adventures as they made they're way west. Tommrow they were going to visit the West Edmonton Mall, but back to our story.
"I don't know why the hell I do this every year." poor Brad thought to himself. "Because you Lurrrve us!" Cried a cheerfully obnoxious voice into his mind. "Schuldrich! Stop that!" He thought furiously back, sending a stab of his headache along with to get the point across. The said telepath grimiced as he cought it, realizing this was not the time to play, however, that knowledge had never stopped him before. A very, very big evil grin appeared.
"Looks like I need to plan. BWHAHAHA!!!"
"NAGI! Stop making the Albertasarous bones eat the little kids!" Brad yelled, rubbing the bridge of his nose in vain to prevent his on coming headache. The young boy pouted, but complied, using his telekinetic powers to manipulate the bones back into they're spot, leaving a little girl rocking back and forth in terror, probably scarred for life.
You see, it was the annual Shwartz vacation, and this year Brad had decided to take them to Canada for a change, as they had been practically every where else in the world. They had been through Ottawa (Brad winced at that thought, remembering how Farfarello had gotten drunk and had streaked across parliament hill.) Then there had been Winnipeg, where Schuldrich had learned the hard way why it was called "Winterpeg" and all sorts of other crazy adventures as they made they're way west. Tommrow they were going to visit the West Edmonton Mall, but back to our story.
"I don't know why the hell I do this every year." poor Brad thought to himself. "Because you Lurrrve us!" Cried a cheerfully obnoxious voice into his mind. "Schuldrich! Stop that!" He thought furiously back, sending a stab of his headache along with to get the point across. The said telepath grimiced as he cought it, realizing this was not the time to play, however, that knowledge had never stopped him before. A very, very big evil grin appeared.
"Looks like I need to plan. BWHAHAHA!!!"