Part three
When Guybrush came to he was, still, in the hold. After all, he couldn't exactly get up and move when he was out cold. He looked around the room. One corner - nothing, another corner - nothing, another corner - nothing, another corner - nothing, another corner.
Guybrush got dizzy and fell over, right onto the person who was sitting in the supposedly empty room.
"Watch it now Guybrush" the man said "I need you for my escape plan"
Guybrush looked at who had said this. He recognised the man straight away.
"Mr Cheese?" he gasped "Mr Igneous Cheese?!"
"Aye" answered Mr Cheese truthfully
"What happened to you?" Guybrush asked "I thought I left..uh..said..erm." Guybrush trailed off.
"You know full well what happened to me Mr Threepwood!" Cheese said sternly "You left us all stranded on Monkey IslandTm. again!"
"Sorry" said Guybrush "But how did you get here?"
"I'll ignore that non-existent concern for how I coped on that a-cursed Island" Cheese grunted "But I simpley hitched a ride on the seacumber"
"My Weddingship? Yeah, I was wondering where that went." Guybrush said
"The ship was captained by Otis and Carla. That was until one fateful day when it was seized upon by LeChuck!"
"How did he come back this time?" asked Guybrush
"No one's knows" said Cheese "But he's back, and taking us all to Wort Island!!"
"Ew that doesn't sound very clean" Guybrush commented
"It is rumoured that Wort Island is where LeChuck learned to be a pirate and everything!" Cheese explained, "He could even have been born there!"
In a couple of days they reached Wort Island. Guybrush and Mr Cheese were aware of this of course, right from the time they heard LeChuck's great heavy boots clomping across the deck to when they reached the gangplank along with his crew, to when the gangplank was raised again, locking them inside.
"Shouldn't we take Guybrush with us onto the Island Mr Lechuck?" A pirate asked timidly.
"THREEPWOOD ON AN ISLAND?" Lechuck snarled "I won't take him onto AN IRELAND!"
The crew laughed, at the joke and LeChuck's use of Grammar.
"No," said LeChuck "That voodoo disease should kill him soon enough"
"AAGGGGHHH!" Guybrush, meanwhile, cried out in pain.
"Guybrush!" Exclaimed Mr Cheese, running over "Are you alright?"
Guybrush pulled something from his backside "I sat on a pin!" he groaned
"Is that all?" Cheese sighed, "You had me worrying me pegleg off, I thought it was that disease!"
"Nevermind that. We've got to get out of here," said Guybrush, standing up. "Then we can find Elaine, rescue the voodoo lady, cure my disease, talk sternly to Stan about safety regulations."
The boat started sinking as he said this
"Then perhaps by then we'll have got onto Act III - Guybrush kicks disinfected butt! Ha! Ha! Ha! D'ya get it? Cos' it's the Disease of Monkey Island? D'ya get it? Huh? Huh?" Guybrush continued
"We're sinking Guybrush!!!" Cheese screamed
Guybrush ignored him "After that we can do Monkey VI: The real secret! Cos' we get to find out the real secret of Monkey Island and discover that it's."
"We're SINKING GUYBRUSH!!!" Cheese cried, louder.
"Anyway, the story will include all my best pals! They'll be Meathook and Carla and Otis and you and Haggis and Bill and Edward and Wally and Elaine and Murray and the Voodoo lady and Timmy and Stan and Kenny and Blondebeard and that cabana boy and the snowcone guy and Griswold and Minnie and the guy who married Minnie and Palido and Mr Fossey and LeChimp and the duck and Freddy the stickmaker and Brittany and Marco de Pollo and Deadeye Dave and and Salty and Hugo and did you say something about the ship?"
"FORCRYING OUT LOUD IT'S SINKING!!" Cheese bellowed
"Oh I see...WHAT??!!" Guybrush cried. He instinctively went and broke down the door. Yes, that's exactly what you do when the ship is sinking!!
Later on, the two men crawled along the beach spluttering.
"It's a good thing I can.."
"Hold your breath for ten minutes, I know." Cheese sat up and wringed his hat free from water, then poured some more from his pegleg. "What are we going to do now Mr Threepwood?"
"YES WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?" A huge voice bellowed at them. It belonged to a fat man wearing a Hawaiian shirt.
"So you're the new character of Monkey Island 5?" Guybrush said, "You better give me something to put in my inventory"
"Stop rambling," Muttered Cheese "Budget cuts."
"Brother, this will be fun" Guybrush muttered.
"Stop talking to yourself kid, you sound weird" said the man in the shirt "Let me introduce myself, the names Al, Al Swith."
"I'm cheese" Said Mr Cheese "Mr Cheese that is. This is my friend."
"Bond" Said Guybrush smoothly "James Bond: License to kill"
" Pay no attention" Cheese told the Al "He's just Guybrush Threepwood: License to shove a duck down his pants, which apparently comes in handy. What exactly can we do for you mister Smith?"
"Swith" Al corrected him "Al Swith."
"Oh for pities sake! We're going around in circles!" Guybrush cried. "Just tell us what you want!"
"I'll be honest" said Al "You look like respectable pirates, I want you to work at my new pirate bar."
"Why?" Asked Cheese
"Does an pirate have to explain? Just come along!" Al cried, "I think you'll find it has numerous advantages. Good times, free grog."
Guybrush shuddered
"And there'll be plenty of ducks to shove down your pants!" Al beamed eyeing Guybrush craftily
"I'm in!" Guybrush said gullibly.
"I better come too, just for Plot advancement" Cheese said, as Al started to lead the way to the bar.
When they got to the bar it was almost dark. Guybrush and Cheese thought this was slightly strange, but just blamed Lucusarts. They ended up being sued two hours later.
"There's a hotel just next-door" Al said, "Here's some money for the room. Sleep well!"
The men went in and paid for the room in reception. After they had gone. The receptionist tore a mask off his head to reveal LeChuck.
"I must make sure Threepwood never finds a Voodoo lady" he growled.
When Guybrush came to he was, still, in the hold. After all, he couldn't exactly get up and move when he was out cold. He looked around the room. One corner - nothing, another corner - nothing, another corner - nothing, another corner - nothing, another corner.
Guybrush got dizzy and fell over, right onto the person who was sitting in the supposedly empty room.
"Watch it now Guybrush" the man said "I need you for my escape plan"
Guybrush looked at who had said this. He recognised the man straight away.
"Mr Cheese?" he gasped "Mr Igneous Cheese?!"
"Aye" answered Mr Cheese truthfully
"What happened to you?" Guybrush asked "I thought I left..uh..said..erm." Guybrush trailed off.
"You know full well what happened to me Mr Threepwood!" Cheese said sternly "You left us all stranded on Monkey IslandTm. again!"
"Sorry" said Guybrush "But how did you get here?"
"I'll ignore that non-existent concern for how I coped on that a-cursed Island" Cheese grunted "But I simpley hitched a ride on the seacumber"
"My Weddingship? Yeah, I was wondering where that went." Guybrush said
"The ship was captained by Otis and Carla. That was until one fateful day when it was seized upon by LeChuck!"
"How did he come back this time?" asked Guybrush
"No one's knows" said Cheese "But he's back, and taking us all to Wort Island!!"
"Ew that doesn't sound very clean" Guybrush commented
"It is rumoured that Wort Island is where LeChuck learned to be a pirate and everything!" Cheese explained, "He could even have been born there!"
In a couple of days they reached Wort Island. Guybrush and Mr Cheese were aware of this of course, right from the time they heard LeChuck's great heavy boots clomping across the deck to when they reached the gangplank along with his crew, to when the gangplank was raised again, locking them inside.
"Shouldn't we take Guybrush with us onto the Island Mr Lechuck?" A pirate asked timidly.
"THREEPWOOD ON AN ISLAND?" Lechuck snarled "I won't take him onto AN IRELAND!"
The crew laughed, at the joke and LeChuck's use of Grammar.
"No," said LeChuck "That voodoo disease should kill him soon enough"
"AAGGGGHHH!" Guybrush, meanwhile, cried out in pain.
"Guybrush!" Exclaimed Mr Cheese, running over "Are you alright?"
Guybrush pulled something from his backside "I sat on a pin!" he groaned
"Is that all?" Cheese sighed, "You had me worrying me pegleg off, I thought it was that disease!"
"Nevermind that. We've got to get out of here," said Guybrush, standing up. "Then we can find Elaine, rescue the voodoo lady, cure my disease, talk sternly to Stan about safety regulations."
The boat started sinking as he said this
"Then perhaps by then we'll have got onto Act III - Guybrush kicks disinfected butt! Ha! Ha! Ha! D'ya get it? Cos' it's the Disease of Monkey Island? D'ya get it? Huh? Huh?" Guybrush continued
"We're sinking Guybrush!!!" Cheese screamed
Guybrush ignored him "After that we can do Monkey VI: The real secret! Cos' we get to find out the real secret of Monkey Island and discover that it's."
"We're SINKING GUYBRUSH!!!" Cheese cried, louder.
"Anyway, the story will include all my best pals! They'll be Meathook and Carla and Otis and you and Haggis and Bill and Edward and Wally and Elaine and Murray and the Voodoo lady and Timmy and Stan and Kenny and Blondebeard and that cabana boy and the snowcone guy and Griswold and Minnie and the guy who married Minnie and Palido and Mr Fossey and LeChimp and the duck and Freddy the stickmaker and Brittany and Marco de Pollo and Deadeye Dave and and Salty and Hugo and did you say something about the ship?"
"FORCRYING OUT LOUD IT'S SINKING!!" Cheese bellowed
"Oh I see...WHAT??!!" Guybrush cried. He instinctively went and broke down the door. Yes, that's exactly what you do when the ship is sinking!!
Later on, the two men crawled along the beach spluttering.
"It's a good thing I can.."
"Hold your breath for ten minutes, I know." Cheese sat up and wringed his hat free from water, then poured some more from his pegleg. "What are we going to do now Mr Threepwood?"
"YES WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?" A huge voice bellowed at them. It belonged to a fat man wearing a Hawaiian shirt.
"So you're the new character of Monkey Island 5?" Guybrush said, "You better give me something to put in my inventory"
"Stop rambling," Muttered Cheese "Budget cuts."
"Brother, this will be fun" Guybrush muttered.
"Stop talking to yourself kid, you sound weird" said the man in the shirt "Let me introduce myself, the names Al, Al Swith."
"I'm cheese" Said Mr Cheese "Mr Cheese that is. This is my friend."
"Bond" Said Guybrush smoothly "James Bond: License to kill"
" Pay no attention" Cheese told the Al "He's just Guybrush Threepwood: License to shove a duck down his pants, which apparently comes in handy. What exactly can we do for you mister Smith?"
"Swith" Al corrected him "Al Swith."
"Oh for pities sake! We're going around in circles!" Guybrush cried. "Just tell us what you want!"
"I'll be honest" said Al "You look like respectable pirates, I want you to work at my new pirate bar."
"Why?" Asked Cheese
"Does an pirate have to explain? Just come along!" Al cried, "I think you'll find it has numerous advantages. Good times, free grog."
Guybrush shuddered
"And there'll be plenty of ducks to shove down your pants!" Al beamed eyeing Guybrush craftily
"I'm in!" Guybrush said gullibly.
"I better come too, just for Plot advancement" Cheese said, as Al started to lead the way to the bar.
When they got to the bar it was almost dark. Guybrush and Cheese thought this was slightly strange, but just blamed Lucusarts. They ended up being sued two hours later.
"There's a hotel just next-door" Al said, "Here's some money for the room. Sleep well!"
The men went in and paid for the room in reception. After they had gone. The receptionist tore a mask off his head to reveal LeChuck.
"I must make sure Threepwood never finds a Voodoo lady" he growled.