DISCLAIMER: SEE FIRST CHAPTER.
OHIO SMITH and the RAIDERS of the LOST CANOE
Still SOME WHERE IN SOUTH AMERICA 1937
After a long, seven hour trek, we find our Heroes at the shrine of Mumbo Jumbo, where the goofy-looking-gold-monkey-statue-thing-with-an-incredibly-long-name, resides.
Toby pulled at Ohio's duster. "Ohi! I'm frightened!"
Ohio ignored him, and looked around at the shrine, examining it closely, probably looking for booby-traps.
Meanwhile, the porters sat on the ground, resting. Perry, and Carter played tic-tac-toe in the dirt, drawing with Carter's toothpicks. George sat, alone, knees pulled up to his chest, rocking back and forth.
"The drug lords are out to get me, the drug lords are out to get me, the drug lords are out to get me. . ."
"George, SHUT UP!" Perry, and Carter yelled at him in Unison, Perry throwing a couple Mars Bars at him.
"Yes, by all means, shut him up!" shouted Toby, from the opening of the Shrine.
"Okay!" The porters ran over to George, who was still babbling incessantly. "You know, George, that if you don't shut up. . . We'll sic man-eating-hippopotamuses after you!"
George kept babbling.
"Uh, okay. . . Ummm. . . I got one! If you don't shut up, we'll shove a. . . Mars Bar up your ass! Yeah! Mars Bars!" Perry exclaimed.
"Don't do that. . ." Carter whispered to Perry. "He might like it."
"Eeeeew. Well, then what can we do?"
"I know. . ." Carter turned back to George. "If you don't shut up, we'll have Erik PUNJAB YOU! WAAA!" Carter jump forward, hands outstretched, as if to choke him.
George kept babbling.
"Oooooh! I got one!" Perry turned to his friend. "What if we start singing and dancing? Will he shut up, then?"
"Probably not, but what the hell. . ."
Carter and Perry's song and Dance number!
*Music plays from out of nowhere*
Perry: dah,dah,dah,dah,dah,dah! Dum!
Carter: Geeeeorge!
Perry: is such a creep!
Carter: Geeeeorge!
Perry: don't say a peep!
Carter: Ooooorrrr,
Perry: we'll kill you in your sleep!
Carter: Dum,dum,dum,dum!
Perry: That's right, just shut your trap!
Carter: Or we'll bust a cap,
Perry: In your ass! (whispers to carter: 'Dude, that didn't work too well. . .')
Carter: (to Perry: 'so what. . .')
*Perry shrugged, and started to dance around, clumsily, knocking over Carter, Toby, and DUN,DUN,DUN! OHI!*
Perry stopped dancing as the music stopped, and the sound of a needle scratching across a record was heard.
"Ahem, boys?" Ohio called sweetly.
"Uh, yeah?" all three of them stood up, each one trying to hide behind the other, until finally, carter was shoved to the front, and used as a shield by the other two.
"Get into the SHRINE! NOW!"
"But. . .but. . . We haven't checked it for booby-traps yet!"
Ohio laughed menacingly, "So?"
The Porters looked at each other.
"GET IN THERE!" Ohio pointed to the opening, which was covered with spider webs.
The porters, reluctantly, ushered themselves into the shrine, followed by Toby, and Ohi.
TO BE CONTINUED. . . MAYBE.
A/N: Ha! This one wasn't as funny, but I'm lacking the sugar rush I had, when I came up with this Idea, so. . . Yeah. Oh yeah, I don't Own Erik the Phantom, or his Punjab Lasso. Those belong to Gaston LeRoux.
R/R please!
OHIO SMITH and the RAIDERS of the LOST CANOE
Still SOME WHERE IN SOUTH AMERICA 1937
After a long, seven hour trek, we find our Heroes at the shrine of Mumbo Jumbo, where the goofy-looking-gold-monkey-statue-thing-with-an-incredibly-long-name, resides.
Toby pulled at Ohio's duster. "Ohi! I'm frightened!"
Ohio ignored him, and looked around at the shrine, examining it closely, probably looking for booby-traps.
Meanwhile, the porters sat on the ground, resting. Perry, and Carter played tic-tac-toe in the dirt, drawing with Carter's toothpicks. George sat, alone, knees pulled up to his chest, rocking back and forth.
"The drug lords are out to get me, the drug lords are out to get me, the drug lords are out to get me. . ."
"George, SHUT UP!" Perry, and Carter yelled at him in Unison, Perry throwing a couple Mars Bars at him.
"Yes, by all means, shut him up!" shouted Toby, from the opening of the Shrine.
"Okay!" The porters ran over to George, who was still babbling incessantly. "You know, George, that if you don't shut up. . . We'll sic man-eating-hippopotamuses after you!"
George kept babbling.
"Uh, okay. . . Ummm. . . I got one! If you don't shut up, we'll shove a. . . Mars Bar up your ass! Yeah! Mars Bars!" Perry exclaimed.
"Don't do that. . ." Carter whispered to Perry. "He might like it."
"Eeeeew. Well, then what can we do?"
"I know. . ." Carter turned back to George. "If you don't shut up, we'll have Erik PUNJAB YOU! WAAA!" Carter jump forward, hands outstretched, as if to choke him.
George kept babbling.
"Oooooh! I got one!" Perry turned to his friend. "What if we start singing and dancing? Will he shut up, then?"
"Probably not, but what the hell. . ."
Carter and Perry's song and Dance number!
*Music plays from out of nowhere*
Perry: dah,dah,dah,dah,dah,dah! Dum!
Carter: Geeeeorge!
Perry: is such a creep!
Carter: Geeeeorge!
Perry: don't say a peep!
Carter: Ooooorrrr,
Perry: we'll kill you in your sleep!
Carter: Dum,dum,dum,dum!
Perry: That's right, just shut your trap!
Carter: Or we'll bust a cap,
Perry: In your ass! (whispers to carter: 'Dude, that didn't work too well. . .')
Carter: (to Perry: 'so what. . .')
*Perry shrugged, and started to dance around, clumsily, knocking over Carter, Toby, and DUN,DUN,DUN! OHI!*
Perry stopped dancing as the music stopped, and the sound of a needle scratching across a record was heard.
"Ahem, boys?" Ohio called sweetly.
"Uh, yeah?" all three of them stood up, each one trying to hide behind the other, until finally, carter was shoved to the front, and used as a shield by the other two.
"Get into the SHRINE! NOW!"
"But. . .but. . . We haven't checked it for booby-traps yet!"
Ohio laughed menacingly, "So?"
The Porters looked at each other.
"GET IN THERE!" Ohio pointed to the opening, which was covered with spider webs.
The porters, reluctantly, ushered themselves into the shrine, followed by Toby, and Ohi.
TO BE CONTINUED. . . MAYBE.
A/N: Ha! This one wasn't as funny, but I'm lacking the sugar rush I had, when I came up with this Idea, so. . . Yeah. Oh yeah, I don't Own Erik the Phantom, or his Punjab Lasso. Those belong to Gaston LeRoux.
R/R please!