Chapter 12
Everyone went to explore the city without finding much. Suddenly scarab beetles surrounded the entire group. Fenchurch saw her boring life flash before her eyes but was interrupted by Arthur's laughter.
"Hey buggy!" he yelled to the beetles that weren't attacking. "I'm sorry, there's no poop here you can eat, try next door." (In case you didn't know, scarab beetles eat poop, not people, as the Mummy would have you believe.)
The bug swamp moved closer and closer to Gag Halfront who was busy cleaning his nails. The entire swamp then ate him and left.
"I thought they only eat fecal matter," remarked Fenchurch.
"They do only eat poop," responded Ford, " I always knew there was something funny about that man."
Everyone then set up for bed in tents that had appeared. Ford discovered that Gag Halfront has brought some wine with him and it was in his tent; this pleased him greatly. When Ford was done (passed out cold), Arthur took the bottle
and he decided that he would have a drinking contest with the dainty Fenchurch. One drink and she was totally drunk.
With this, Arthur decided it was time to chat with the usually uptight Fenchurch who was dancing around singing about some kind of meatloaf. "Fenchurch?" he asked her, "are you drunk?"
"No, drunk I'm never!!" she stammered.
"Okay good, then we can continue our drink contest." She drank a bit more and changed her tune and started singing Yellow Submarine, which hadn't been written yet, but shhh, that's our little secret.
"So Fenchurch, what exactly are we looking for here?"
"The book, the book, book, book, book!"
"Oh, I see." Responded the indifferent Arthur.
"You do? Well I see you!!!! Wow, we must be, mate souls. Me think I'll kiss you, Mr. Dent."
"It's Arthur."
"Oh, okay, Arthur"
She moved in closer and was about to kiss him when she threw up all over him, much to his dismay. Arthur learned his lesson though that Fenchurch has a very low tolerance for alcohol.
Everyone went to explore the city without finding much. Suddenly scarab beetles surrounded the entire group. Fenchurch saw her boring life flash before her eyes but was interrupted by Arthur's laughter.
"Hey buggy!" he yelled to the beetles that weren't attacking. "I'm sorry, there's no poop here you can eat, try next door." (In case you didn't know, scarab beetles eat poop, not people, as the Mummy would have you believe.)
The bug swamp moved closer and closer to Gag Halfront who was busy cleaning his nails. The entire swamp then ate him and left.
"I thought they only eat fecal matter," remarked Fenchurch.
"They do only eat poop," responded Ford, " I always knew there was something funny about that man."
Everyone then set up for bed in tents that had appeared. Ford discovered that Gag Halfront has brought some wine with him and it was in his tent; this pleased him greatly. When Ford was done (passed out cold), Arthur took the bottle
and he decided that he would have a drinking contest with the dainty Fenchurch. One drink and she was totally drunk.
With this, Arthur decided it was time to chat with the usually uptight Fenchurch who was dancing around singing about some kind of meatloaf. "Fenchurch?" he asked her, "are you drunk?"
"No, drunk I'm never!!" she stammered.
"Okay good, then we can continue our drink contest." She drank a bit more and changed her tune and started singing Yellow Submarine, which hadn't been written yet, but shhh, that's our little secret.
"So Fenchurch, what exactly are we looking for here?"
"The book, the book, book, book, book!"
"Oh, I see." Responded the indifferent Arthur.
"You do? Well I see you!!!! Wow, we must be, mate souls. Me think I'll kiss you, Mr. Dent."
"It's Arthur."
"Oh, okay, Arthur"
She moved in closer and was about to kiss him when she threw up all over him, much to his dismay. Arthur learned his lesson though that Fenchurch has a very low tolerance for alcohol.