A/N: I want dedicate this to one of my favorite authors, Elfreims Pie as a
thank you for the dedication of her work of genius (called "Oh no! Not
another Moulin Rouge parody!") to me. Thank you so much for your dedication
and reviews. I love you!!
CHAPTER 7
Night had fallen upon Alcatraz and it was, once again, time for the boys to hit the showers. But, Christian, the Argentinean, and Xavier had an escape plan. Xavier tiptoed over to their cell and slipped in when the guard wasn't looking. They all hid under the bed, pretending they had already gone to the showers. Once everything was silent again, the crawled back out from under the bed.
Christian: "Who was touching my ass under there?"
Xavier: "Not me."
The Argentinean looked bashful and changed the subject.
Argentinean: "Never mind that! We must get started boys."
So, the boys pulled out their secret stash of spoons they stole from the cafeteria. They all looked at each other excitedly and stabbed their spoons into the wall. They were immensely disappointed when their spoons snapped in half.
Christian: "They're plastic!"
Argentinean: "What do we do now?"
Xavier: "Hang on . . . "
Xavier dug deep in his pocket and pulled out a hand-held jack hammer.
Christian: "Brilliant!"
The Argentinean, so overcome with glee, shoved his hand out again (he really liked doing that), landing on Xavier's crotch.
Argentinean: "SUCH TALENT!"
Then, they all watched as something moved around and wiggled around in Xavier's pocket. Christian's eyes grew wide with shock.
Xavier: "Now look what ye've done! Mr. Dick doesn't like to be woken up. Now I gotta take 'em out and calm 'em down."
Argentinean: "I'll help . . . "
Christian: "NOOO!!!"
Xavier: "This idiot got 'em all excited. If I don't take 'em out and caress 'em he'll get even more wild."
As Xavier reached into his pocket, Christian fainted.
Argentinean: "Christian! Look what you have done to my lover!"
Xavier: (petting Mr. Dick) "There you are, Mr. Dick."
Argentinean: "What do we do now?"
Xavier: "We'll just have to do without Christian."
So the Argentinean lovingly laid a knocked-out Christian on the bed and the 2 conscious fellows drilled into the wall. When at last the task was finished, the Argentinean and Xavier looked at each other proudly.
Argentinean: (coyly) "You do a wonderful job."
Xavier: "No, it was all you - you big, beautiful thing."
The two gazed at each other a moment, but then all the guys from the showers started coming down the hall.
Bubba: "HEY! Those guys are tryin' to escape!"
The Argentinean and Xavier exchanged terrified looks. The Argentinean scooped up Christian and they climbed out the hole as fast as they could. Once on the outside, the Argentinean slapped Christian around.
Argentinean: "Christian! Wake up! How the Hell do we get off this island?"
As Christian was the one who had planned their escape, the Argentinean and Xavier were left clueless. After much slapping and butt-pinching, Christian came to, but only for a moment.
Christian: (very woozy) "Argentinean, use the . . . "
Argentinean: "Use the force?"
Christian: "No, use the Yamaha speedboat!"
He concluded, pointing a weak finger at a boat placed conveniently in the water. Then he fainted again. They rushed into the boat and climbed in. Xavier took the wheel.
Argentinean: "You know how to drive boat?"
Xavier: "Nope! But Mr. Dick does."
Mr. Dick climbed out of Xavier's pocket with a Skipper hat on and a pipe.
As Mr. Dick steered the boat back to shore, the sun began to set. Xavier looked at the Argentinean affectionately.
Xavier: "C'mon - I want to show you something."
Xavier motioned for the Argentinean to follow him to the bow of the boat.
Xavier: "Close yer eyes."
Argentinean: (giggling girlishly) "Why?"
Xavier: "Just trust me."
Argentinean: "Okay."
Xavier grabbed his hand.
Xavier: "Now step up . . . Don't let go. Do you trust me?"
Argentinean: "I trust you."
Xavier: "Alright. Now open your eyes."
The Argentinean opened his eyes.
Argentinean: "I'M FLYING!!!"
Xavier laughed devilishly.
Xavier: "Now yeh are! HAHA!!"
And with that, he pushed the Argentinean off the boat.
Xavier: "MWAHAHAHAHA!!!"
FROM BEETLE: Oh no! What is Xavier's motive?? I'll post soon.
Thanks again, Elf!
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Moulin Rouge or Yamaha.
CHAPTER 7
Night had fallen upon Alcatraz and it was, once again, time for the boys to hit the showers. But, Christian, the Argentinean, and Xavier had an escape plan. Xavier tiptoed over to their cell and slipped in when the guard wasn't looking. They all hid under the bed, pretending they had already gone to the showers. Once everything was silent again, the crawled back out from under the bed.
Christian: "Who was touching my ass under there?"
Xavier: "Not me."
The Argentinean looked bashful and changed the subject.
Argentinean: "Never mind that! We must get started boys."
So, the boys pulled out their secret stash of spoons they stole from the cafeteria. They all looked at each other excitedly and stabbed their spoons into the wall. They were immensely disappointed when their spoons snapped in half.
Christian: "They're plastic!"
Argentinean: "What do we do now?"
Xavier: "Hang on . . . "
Xavier dug deep in his pocket and pulled out a hand-held jack hammer.
Christian: "Brilliant!"
The Argentinean, so overcome with glee, shoved his hand out again (he really liked doing that), landing on Xavier's crotch.
Argentinean: "SUCH TALENT!"
Then, they all watched as something moved around and wiggled around in Xavier's pocket. Christian's eyes grew wide with shock.
Xavier: "Now look what ye've done! Mr. Dick doesn't like to be woken up. Now I gotta take 'em out and calm 'em down."
Argentinean: "I'll help . . . "
Christian: "NOOO!!!"
Xavier: "This idiot got 'em all excited. If I don't take 'em out and caress 'em he'll get even more wild."
As Xavier reached into his pocket, Christian fainted.
Argentinean: "Christian! Look what you have done to my lover!"
Xavier: (petting Mr. Dick) "There you are, Mr. Dick."
Argentinean: "What do we do now?"
Xavier: "We'll just have to do without Christian."
So the Argentinean lovingly laid a knocked-out Christian on the bed and the 2 conscious fellows drilled into the wall. When at last the task was finished, the Argentinean and Xavier looked at each other proudly.
Argentinean: (coyly) "You do a wonderful job."
Xavier: "No, it was all you - you big, beautiful thing."
The two gazed at each other a moment, but then all the guys from the showers started coming down the hall.
Bubba: "HEY! Those guys are tryin' to escape!"
The Argentinean and Xavier exchanged terrified looks. The Argentinean scooped up Christian and they climbed out the hole as fast as they could. Once on the outside, the Argentinean slapped Christian around.
Argentinean: "Christian! Wake up! How the Hell do we get off this island?"
As Christian was the one who had planned their escape, the Argentinean and Xavier were left clueless. After much slapping and butt-pinching, Christian came to, but only for a moment.
Christian: (very woozy) "Argentinean, use the . . . "
Argentinean: "Use the force?"
Christian: "No, use the Yamaha speedboat!"
He concluded, pointing a weak finger at a boat placed conveniently in the water. Then he fainted again. They rushed into the boat and climbed in. Xavier took the wheel.
Argentinean: "You know how to drive boat?"
Xavier: "Nope! But Mr. Dick does."
Mr. Dick climbed out of Xavier's pocket with a Skipper hat on and a pipe.
As Mr. Dick steered the boat back to shore, the sun began to set. Xavier looked at the Argentinean affectionately.
Xavier: "C'mon - I want to show you something."
Xavier motioned for the Argentinean to follow him to the bow of the boat.
Xavier: "Close yer eyes."
Argentinean: (giggling girlishly) "Why?"
Xavier: "Just trust me."
Argentinean: "Okay."
Xavier grabbed his hand.
Xavier: "Now step up . . . Don't let go. Do you trust me?"
Argentinean: "I trust you."
Xavier: "Alright. Now open your eyes."
The Argentinean opened his eyes.
Argentinean: "I'M FLYING!!!"
Xavier laughed devilishly.
Xavier: "Now yeh are! HAHA!!"
And with that, he pushed the Argentinean off the boat.
Xavier: "MWAHAHAHAHA!!!"
FROM BEETLE: Oh no! What is Xavier's motive?? I'll post soon.
Thanks again, Elf!
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Moulin Rouge or Yamaha.