Author: Colli
Title: HandBag
Rating: G – Plain.
Setting: Some park, somewhere… Probably Saskatoon. Near a jail, anyway.
Disclaimer: The Saf (Inspector Safwan), The Earl, and The Shaun (Mr. Verreault) are all © themselves... and they're Wide Mouth Mason. Robber McGregor is one of the crazy versions of Ewan McGregor my friends and I create.
Note: This was also I school story… and yes, for French Class. Thing is, with this one, The Lemon & I wrote this in French first, and now I've just changed it into English… Stuff may be lost in the translation, or maybe you just wont get our insane inside jokes... I don't really care.
HandBag
When Inspector Safwan arrived at the scene, he saw a man in prison- clothes. The man was twitching on the grass of the park, covering his ears. Another man, thin and pale, who was wearing the clothes of a rock star, was sitting on the ground, near a tree. The Inspector walked toward him, "What happened here?"
"I... I was on my bike, next to the prison, when a man saw me. He ran at me, so I jumped off my bike and ran into the park. He attacked me and stole my handbag - it's leopard-print - then he escaped while cackling. He yelled something at me over his shoulder... I think he said, "I'm playin the game as the game plays you!" ... or something like that. He was insane and Scottish. I didn't want him to get away with my bag, so I screamed very high pitched, 'You can't - GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!' and then he fell there, where he is now, and started to convulse a lot," the man explained, then quickly added that he was Mr. Verreault.
Another man came up to them and sat beside M. Verreault. "Yeah, he flipped out. I think his ear drums busted!" he grinned wide-mouth'edly, and said that his name was Earl.
"... Why are you here?" questioned Safwan.
"Oh, I was over there," Earl pointed to a white lawn-chair in the middle of the park, "tanning."
The Inspector arched an eyebrow, "And why were you tanning...?"
Earl scoffed, "Bleige doesn't just happen, yunno!?"
"Riight... Anyway," Saf got back to the subject at hand. "You say that he just collapsed?"
"Yep. Just like that." Mr. Verreault closed the deal with a Z-snap.
Safwan left them, and walked over to the culprit who was still lying on the grass. "What's your name?" Saf nudged the man with the toe of his boot.
"I hear bells ringin'!! Make it stop!!" he yelled as he rolled around in pain. Saf reached down and read the nametag on the man's prison outfit.
"Hmm..." the Inspector pondered at the weird name, "Robber McGregor... You are under arrest."
As Robber McGregor was escorted into the police car, Earl, still with Mr. Verreault beside the tree, pulled a black Fender bass out from behind a bush.
"Dun-dun-dun..." said the guitar.
Title: HandBag
Rating: G – Plain.
Setting: Some park, somewhere… Probably Saskatoon. Near a jail, anyway.
Disclaimer: The Saf (Inspector Safwan), The Earl, and The Shaun (Mr. Verreault) are all © themselves... and they're Wide Mouth Mason. Robber McGregor is one of the crazy versions of Ewan McGregor my friends and I create.
Note: This was also I school story… and yes, for French Class. Thing is, with this one, The Lemon & I wrote this in French first, and now I've just changed it into English… Stuff may be lost in the translation, or maybe you just wont get our insane inside jokes... I don't really care.
HandBag
When Inspector Safwan arrived at the scene, he saw a man in prison- clothes. The man was twitching on the grass of the park, covering his ears. Another man, thin and pale, who was wearing the clothes of a rock star, was sitting on the ground, near a tree. The Inspector walked toward him, "What happened here?"
"I... I was on my bike, next to the prison, when a man saw me. He ran at me, so I jumped off my bike and ran into the park. He attacked me and stole my handbag - it's leopard-print - then he escaped while cackling. He yelled something at me over his shoulder... I think he said, "I'm playin the game as the game plays you!" ... or something like that. He was insane and Scottish. I didn't want him to get away with my bag, so I screamed very high pitched, 'You can't - GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!' and then he fell there, where he is now, and started to convulse a lot," the man explained, then quickly added that he was Mr. Verreault.
Another man came up to them and sat beside M. Verreault. "Yeah, he flipped out. I think his ear drums busted!" he grinned wide-mouth'edly, and said that his name was Earl.
"... Why are you here?" questioned Safwan.
"Oh, I was over there," Earl pointed to a white lawn-chair in the middle of the park, "tanning."
The Inspector arched an eyebrow, "And why were you tanning...?"
Earl scoffed, "Bleige doesn't just happen, yunno!?"
"Riight... Anyway," Saf got back to the subject at hand. "You say that he just collapsed?"
"Yep. Just like that." Mr. Verreault closed the deal with a Z-snap.
Safwan left them, and walked over to the culprit who was still lying on the grass. "What's your name?" Saf nudged the man with the toe of his boot.
"I hear bells ringin'!! Make it stop!!" he yelled as he rolled around in pain. Saf reached down and read the nametag on the man's prison outfit.
"Hmm..." the Inspector pondered at the weird name, "Robber McGregor... You are under arrest."
As Robber McGregor was escorted into the police car, Earl, still with Mr. Verreault beside the tree, pulled a black Fender bass out from behind a bush.
"Dun-dun-dun..." said the guitar.