Yet another chapter of my wonderful story! So happy! And kind of amazed
that I wrote
two of the chapters in one day. maybe it was all of the mini Reeses Peanut Butter
cups I ate earlier. Who knows?
Oh, and I do NOT own the book "The Cay", any of the characters in it, nor do I own Igor
from Young Frankenstein, or Young Frankenstein. In other words, I don't own very
Much. Aaah, well.
CHAPTER THREE: Dr. Squishy and Assistant Splat
Timothy and Phillip wake up in an big, cave-like room with various instruments of
torture, bound head to foot. Stoo Citty is not in the room with them.
PHILLIP: Wh-what happened?
TIMOTHY: Well, I reckon it went a bit like thees: was was a strollin' troo de desert,
when a large, desert penguin came up to us and-
PHILLIP: Oh, nevermind!
The door at the other side of the room opens and an odd figure wearing a doctor's coat
covered in blood shuffles in.
ODD FIGURE: Heh. Heh. How lucky for me that you landed on my island! Now I
can discover the wonders of the human body! *stops so that he is just in the shadows*
PHILLIP: Aren't YOU a human?
ODD FIGURE: NO! I am a pig-infested shrubbery! You may call me Dr. Squishy.
PHILLIP: Dr. Squishy?
DR. SQUISHY: Yes. 'Squishy' as in the way cow brains feel when you squeeze them. Or
any brains, for that matter. Anyway! I shall commence the study of the human body!
Assistant Splat! Come in here!!
PHILLIP: Splat?!
DR. SQUISHY: YES!!! 'Splat' as in the sound intestines make when they hit the floor
after being drooped from a distance!
PHILLIP: I'm sure you know more about that stuff then I do, so I won't argue.
The door at the other side of the room opens again, this time a really short figure enters.
DR. SQUISHY: Ah! Assistant Splat! I trust you brought the diagram paper?
ASSISTANT SPLAT: Yeeeeeeees master! (think, Igor from Young Frankenstein) *pulls
a roll or barge pieces of paper out of nowhere* Here! *hands to Dr. Squishy*
DR. SQUISHY: Excellent! Let us begin! *he puts diagram paper on a writing desk that,
just like the diagram paper, appears out of no where; he sits down and begins to draw*
ASSISTANT SPLAT: Heh. *slouches over to the table that Timothy and Phillip are
tied up on and stares avidly at them, while rubbing his hands* You know what we're
gonna do to you?
PHILLIP: Well, as I've never been dissected, I wouldn't know.
ASSISTANT SPLAT: *continues talking as though he Phillip didn't even respond* First,
we're gonna draw you all normal like, then we're gonna draw you holding a kumkwat,
then we're gonna cut you open and looks at all your squishies-
PHILLIP: I could live with that, there are worse ways to go, I guess.
ASSISTANT SPLAT: Then we're gonna dress you up in pink bikinis with and put
eye shadow on you and draw you like that!
PHILLIP: But! Those colors clash, which is a fashion no-no! AAAAHHHH!! *breaks
free from ropes with superhuman strength brought on only by the threat of either death or
being forced to wear eye shadow that clashes with your outfit* Come on, Timothy!
*picks up Timothy with same superhuman strength and runs off with him out a door
opposite the one Dr. Squishy and Assistant Splat came through*
DR. SQUISHY: Hey! Wait! You can't just leave!!
Phillip slams the door behind him and locks it with a key that just happened to be in the
lock. He then puts Timothy down on the floor and unties him.
PHILLIP: Okay, Timothy! We're going to have to split up! We have a better chance of
getting out of here alive if we travel alone.
TIMOTHY: Whatever you say, young boss!
Timothy and Phillip go down different tunnels. Phillip takes the right, Timothy takes the
left.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ahhh, the fun a mad scientist and his assistant can add to a story! Anyhoo, R&R!
two of the chapters in one day. maybe it was all of the mini Reeses Peanut Butter
cups I ate earlier. Who knows?
Oh, and I do NOT own the book "The Cay", any of the characters in it, nor do I own Igor
from Young Frankenstein, or Young Frankenstein. In other words, I don't own very
Much. Aaah, well.
CHAPTER THREE: Dr. Squishy and Assistant Splat
Timothy and Phillip wake up in an big, cave-like room with various instruments of
torture, bound head to foot. Stoo Citty is not in the room with them.
PHILLIP: Wh-what happened?
TIMOTHY: Well, I reckon it went a bit like thees: was was a strollin' troo de desert,
when a large, desert penguin came up to us and-
PHILLIP: Oh, nevermind!
The door at the other side of the room opens and an odd figure wearing a doctor's coat
covered in blood shuffles in.
ODD FIGURE: Heh. Heh. How lucky for me that you landed on my island! Now I
can discover the wonders of the human body! *stops so that he is just in the shadows*
PHILLIP: Aren't YOU a human?
ODD FIGURE: NO! I am a pig-infested shrubbery! You may call me Dr. Squishy.
PHILLIP: Dr. Squishy?
DR. SQUISHY: Yes. 'Squishy' as in the way cow brains feel when you squeeze them. Or
any brains, for that matter. Anyway! I shall commence the study of the human body!
Assistant Splat! Come in here!!
PHILLIP: Splat?!
DR. SQUISHY: YES!!! 'Splat' as in the sound intestines make when they hit the floor
after being drooped from a distance!
PHILLIP: I'm sure you know more about that stuff then I do, so I won't argue.
The door at the other side of the room opens again, this time a really short figure enters.
DR. SQUISHY: Ah! Assistant Splat! I trust you brought the diagram paper?
ASSISTANT SPLAT: Yeeeeeeees master! (think, Igor from Young Frankenstein) *pulls
a roll or barge pieces of paper out of nowhere* Here! *hands to Dr. Squishy*
DR. SQUISHY: Excellent! Let us begin! *he puts diagram paper on a writing desk that,
just like the diagram paper, appears out of no where; he sits down and begins to draw*
ASSISTANT SPLAT: Heh. *slouches over to the table that Timothy and Phillip are
tied up on and stares avidly at them, while rubbing his hands* You know what we're
gonna do to you?
PHILLIP: Well, as I've never been dissected, I wouldn't know.
ASSISTANT SPLAT: *continues talking as though he Phillip didn't even respond* First,
we're gonna draw you all normal like, then we're gonna draw you holding a kumkwat,
then we're gonna cut you open and looks at all your squishies-
PHILLIP: I could live with that, there are worse ways to go, I guess.
ASSISTANT SPLAT: Then we're gonna dress you up in pink bikinis with and put
eye shadow on you and draw you like that!
PHILLIP: But! Those colors clash, which is a fashion no-no! AAAAHHHH!! *breaks
free from ropes with superhuman strength brought on only by the threat of either death or
being forced to wear eye shadow that clashes with your outfit* Come on, Timothy!
*picks up Timothy with same superhuman strength and runs off with him out a door
opposite the one Dr. Squishy and Assistant Splat came through*
DR. SQUISHY: Hey! Wait! You can't just leave!!
Phillip slams the door behind him and locks it with a key that just happened to be in the
lock. He then puts Timothy down on the floor and unties him.
PHILLIP: Okay, Timothy! We're going to have to split up! We have a better chance of
getting out of here alive if we travel alone.
TIMOTHY: Whatever you say, young boss!
Timothy and Phillip go down different tunnels. Phillip takes the right, Timothy takes the
left.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ahhh, the fun a mad scientist and his assistant can add to a story! Anyhoo, R&R!
