OHIO SMITH and the RAIDERS OF THE LOST CANOE
Disclaimer: I'm not really sure what I own and what I don't own, I mean, the characters have different names and junk, and the plots a little different. . . Oh well, you'll know if I don't own it, and If I don't, I'm using it without permission. . . But If I do own it, then, I own it. . .
SOMEWHERE IN SOUTH AMERICA 1937
A group of men walk through the forest. They are porters, Carter, George, and Perry. Leading them is OHIO SMITH. He wore a long, black duster, and a brimmed hat with an ace of spades stuck in the band. The others are loaded down with large packs. A scrawny Englishman follows them.
"Well, I say, Ohio, where are we going?" He wore a gray suit and a gray brimmed hat, a tea-cup and saucer in his hand. His name is Toby Winthrop.
"Hell if I know."
"But, uh. . . Mr. Ohi, ummm, aren't you the leader?" The porter, Carter, scratched his head, as he adjusted his backpack full of toothpicks.
"Hell if I know."
"Well, alright, then," Toby took a sip of his tea. "Where are we, Ohio?"
Ohio turns to Toby. "No, dummass! We're way the hell out in South America!"
Toby gave Ohi a confused look. "No, I meant, 'Where are we, Mr. Smith?'"
"DAMN you're redundant!"
Toby threw his teacup on the ground. "I just want to know where we are. Damn it, OHIO!"
Ohio turned to Toby. "What the hell have you got against Ohio?"
Toby groans.
"Umm, Mr. Ohi?" Carter, George, and Perry, raised their hands.
"WHAT?"
"Ummm. . . Why am I carrying toothpicks?" Carter asked.
"And why am I carrying Mars bars?" asked Perry.
"And why do I have a pack full of Oregano?" asked George.
"Oregano?" Toby asked picking his tea-cup off of the ground. He saw something moving in the bushes,and ran over to check it out.
"YOU GOT THE WRONG BAG!" Ohio screamed.
Toby came running up behind them.
"WE'RE BEING FOLLOWED BY DRUG LORDS!"
"Ah, don't worry about them, they're harmless," Ohi walks ahead of the rest of them. "C'mon you guys! If we're going to get to the stupid-looking-gold-plated-monkey-looking-valuable-statue-thing, then we have to keep going!"
Toby stayed behind, protesting; "But Ohi! The drug lords!"
"I told you, they're harmless! Just don't let them bother you. Oh, and George, be careful, I think they're after you're 'Oregano'."
"But I thought they were 'harmless'."
Ohio just ignored him, and waved them on, whistling happily.
Toby walked along behind them all, jumping at so much as a twig being snapped by his feet. The blood-shot eyes of a thousand drug lords could be seen staring out at Toby.
"Eeep! *gulp* SAY! OHIO! WAIT FOR ME!"
"'Ohio, Wait for me," the porters shouted in unison.
" NOT funny!" Toby hurried to catch up with them.
A/N: Well, the first chapter isn't all that great, but oh well, Read and Review, please.
Disclaimer: I'm not really sure what I own and what I don't own, I mean, the characters have different names and junk, and the plots a little different. . . Oh well, you'll know if I don't own it, and If I don't, I'm using it without permission. . . But If I do own it, then, I own it. . .
SOMEWHERE IN SOUTH AMERICA 1937
A group of men walk through the forest. They are porters, Carter, George, and Perry. Leading them is OHIO SMITH. He wore a long, black duster, and a brimmed hat with an ace of spades stuck in the band. The others are loaded down with large packs. A scrawny Englishman follows them.
"Well, I say, Ohio, where are we going?" He wore a gray suit and a gray brimmed hat, a tea-cup and saucer in his hand. His name is Toby Winthrop.
"Hell if I know."
"But, uh. . . Mr. Ohi, ummm, aren't you the leader?" The porter, Carter, scratched his head, as he adjusted his backpack full of toothpicks.
"Hell if I know."
"Well, alright, then," Toby took a sip of his tea. "Where are we, Ohio?"
Ohio turns to Toby. "No, dummass! We're way the hell out in South America!"
Toby gave Ohi a confused look. "No, I meant, 'Where are we, Mr. Smith?'"
"DAMN you're redundant!"
Toby threw his teacup on the ground. "I just want to know where we are. Damn it, OHIO!"
Ohio turned to Toby. "What the hell have you got against Ohio?"
Toby groans.
"Umm, Mr. Ohi?" Carter, George, and Perry, raised their hands.
"WHAT?"
"Ummm. . . Why am I carrying toothpicks?" Carter asked.
"And why am I carrying Mars bars?" asked Perry.
"And why do I have a pack full of Oregano?" asked George.
"Oregano?" Toby asked picking his tea-cup off of the ground. He saw something moving in the bushes,and ran over to check it out.
"YOU GOT THE WRONG BAG!" Ohio screamed.
Toby came running up behind them.
"WE'RE BEING FOLLOWED BY DRUG LORDS!"
"Ah, don't worry about them, they're harmless," Ohi walks ahead of the rest of them. "C'mon you guys! If we're going to get to the stupid-looking-gold-plated-monkey-looking-valuable-statue-thing, then we have to keep going!"
Toby stayed behind, protesting; "But Ohi! The drug lords!"
"I told you, they're harmless! Just don't let them bother you. Oh, and George, be careful, I think they're after you're 'Oregano'."
"But I thought they were 'harmless'."
Ohio just ignored him, and waved them on, whistling happily.
Toby walked along behind them all, jumping at so much as a twig being snapped by his feet. The blood-shot eyes of a thousand drug lords could be seen staring out at Toby.
"Eeep! *gulp* SAY! OHIO! WAIT FOR ME!"
"'Ohio, Wait for me," the porters shouted in unison.
" NOT funny!" Toby hurried to catch up with them.
A/N: Well, the first chapter isn't all that great, but oh well, Read and Review, please.
