Hay everyone out there yes i have returned with anther esca chap. I'm very glad no one has grilled me yet.

Ooooowww i wonder what's happening in the world of the esca crew has Folken found his boxers

Has Dilandua returned Merles undies

Will Hitomi put her cloths back on OOOWWWW read on and find out

Well the disclaimer of not owning Escaflowne nor do i own The Joy of Painting

but like i said before the Punk Folken is mine. Big staire eyes staring at punk Folken mmmmmmmmmmm punkie goodness. Hay can i get one extra large droowle bucket over here plez

Anyway lets begin

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"AAAAAARRRR what the hell" Merle was happily sleeping on her stomach until she noticed the pale hand of a certain albino on her but. She must of looked him down to discover him clad head to toe in her cloths and with her pants still on his head with a chocolate wrapper stuck to his head. Merle sprang to her feet clenching on to the top of his trousers. She clenched her teeth and grinned them slowly. Her tail pocked out of the top of the trousers all fuzzy.

"DILL you perv" she kicked him in the leg. Allen, Folken and Dryden looked around to see the bed haired albino sit up. His hair was a complete mess the pants where just tangled in to the almost white afro. The not very good morning albino sat up straight

"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR i have alcohol blindness" The chocolate wrapper was still stuck to his forehead

"You moron there's no such thing" Merle said as she took great pleasure out of ripping the wrapper of his forehead

"My beautiful face! Ow i better have some eyebrows left" he sat there rubbing his almost translucent eyebrows.

After the clanging of the bottles and the girlie squeals of Dilandau. Hitomi groaned and placed one of the sofa's pillows over her head to drown out the sounds around her. She said something muffled under the pillow which made Merle's ears prick up. She crawled on all fours and lifted the corner of the pillow that was covering Hitomi's face and peered in.

"Hay Hitomi i hope u know you're well like in your undies" Merle took even more pleasure out of taunting Hitomi. Allen had got the offensive hanky that Hitomi had offered Merle

"But don't worry you can cover you're self with this" Allen passed the hanky to Merle who then posted it under the pillow. With anther muffled insult from Hitomi the hanky was thrown back in her face which was then followed by the pillow.

Hitomi sat up, and using Vans hooded jumper to cover herself even though she had beard all last night, shuffled down the sofa to the chair that had the pills of cloths on it. She picked her cloths up and started on the long mission to the bathroom. By know there was a room full of moans and groans from just waking up hung over people. Except Gaddess who was still in his boxers sat in the chair where the dodge strip poker had gone. He was snoring his head off but that guy could sleep through anything.

After seeing one after anther hung over people get up and leave Folken's house. Allen decided it was time for him to make his famous Gorge Forman bacon and cheese sandwiches.

"WHO WANTS BACON SARNIES YEAH!!" he shouted from the door way clenching one off the plastic forky things that those things come with. *Sorry that's the only way i could describe those things even though mine have been melted and no not cos i'm a pyro they 'melted in the dishwasher'* He was wearing Folken's novelty cooking pinny the curvy woman's body and over generous boobs didn't really do a lot for Allen's appearance.

Soon the house started to smell like a mobil food hut. The pleasant sounds of Gatti puking in the down stairs toilet. Folken decided it was know a good idea to turn the T.V up.

"Folken? Why the hell are we watching Bob Ross?" Van questioned

"mmmmmuuummmmm um um" Dryden answered. Dryden talked in a completely different language. Well he actually just mumbled to much. Ok he only mumbled. But strangely the older ones of the bunch could understand him perfectly.

"Yeah i agree that dude has like the best afro ever" Folken stated

"oowww and he can paint good as well except i can't under stand a word he's sayin. DAMNE! 70's stinkin hippy's" Replied Dilandau who was glued to the T.V.

"Is it me or does this guy only paint like mountains and the sky"

"Nar Dill you get the occasional lake "Dilandau looked at Folken and raised an eyebrow

"You've watched this before?"

*You know what ladies and gentlemen i think i'm gona but a lake down right here know remember just a little paint on you're pallet knife"

"see i told you he does lakes as well"

*And over here i'm gona put a little old tree*

"and he like to paint tree's"

"Well you know what would be funny. If he puts a person fallin off that mountain"

"No Van that would spoil it"

Merle for some strange reason was captivated buy the wrapping paper she had ripped of Dills head to captivated to try and pull Folken and Van off each other. Who where know fighting over how the program sucked and Van wanted to watch something else.

"YEAH I HAVE CREATED ANOTHER AMAZING BATCH OF ALLENS SUPER BACON AND CHEESE SANDWICHES TA DAR!"he put the sandwiches on the small table in front of the T.V. A frenzy of hands grabbed the sandwiches and soon enough the pile had gone and was being consumed.

"UM hay Allen these are good sandwiches. Nothing like a greasy bacon sandwich after a nights drinkin"Folken said through a mouth full

"EEWWW greasy that's gona wreck havoc on my complexion"

"Hay don't worry Millerna it's a George Forman sandwich so all the grease has been taken away" Allen remembered the advert

"It's that good he put his name on it" Folken's face dropped

"Hay you've taken the fun out of the sandwich if you take the grease out and how do you expect poor Van to sober up" he pointed to his brother who still looked an odd shade of green.

"Folken" Merle had been quiet for along time she was still studding the wrapping paper. Folken turned to her.

"Before Van quiet BMXing to do skate boarding and before you did you're back in"The room glared at Merle as she had brought up a touchy subject. Merle swallowed hard in unease

"UM well do you remember a skate park called Atlantis?"Folken with drew the nearing second sandwich from his mouth and placed it back on plate

"Hay Allen" he shouted out to the kitchen to house maid Allen

"ALLEN!"

"What?"

"Do you remember Atlantis" there was a pause so that the stoner could think.

"Um yeah that was that abandoned soap factory which had some crazy old man living in it"There was a big roar of laughter from Van clearly the alcohol hadn't worn off.

"I remember that place" he put his sandwich back on his plate and wiped his hands on his jeans and giggled to himself

"You giggle like a girl Van" Dilandau looked at Van worriedly

"At least i don't look like one Dill. But yeah that place was like a skate park dream except for the old guy. All i can remember of him was him following use around with one off them NO.8 balls sayin he could change the future. I wish we could find it again. If only we weren't drunk when we found it then we could find it."Merle looked at the chocolate wrapper and a huge smile creeped across her face.

"Well this wrapper has a map to it on the back off it. I wasn't quiet sure but the duck pond marked on here."

"Yeah the one you fell in Merle" Dilandau said slyly. Merle just looked at him through squinted eyes and bobbed him on the head.

The two brothers leaped from there seats and crowed around Merle

"Give it here Merle" Folken snatched it from her paws. He looked at the wrapper then at Van who was frowning at him. Folken seemed to be like a hyper active child but older.

"This is it .... But Merle where did you find this?"the feral girl looked at Diladau who was still cursing her and repeating the sentence 'My eyebrows my beautiful eye brows'

"It was stuck to his head"She smiled as the scene of her ripping it of his head replayed back in her head. Folken looked at van

"Maybe we should get drunk more often we might remember where we put things"He laughed to himself as it was only him who thought it funny.

"Wow finally i can go back there" Folken's eyes had gone all big and starie anime style. Van could only frown at his brothers normal childish ways.

"Yeah right you bike HA! You can hardly do missionary with out fuckin you're back up. Folken looked over the wrapper paper evilly.

"Hay that's harsh. Whys every one gipping my sex life sure i might not have one but still it's like a really bad running joke that won't go away"

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Hay soz it's short and sweet but i'm still workin out the next chappie. Trying to figure out i can fight two guys in a car boot. OOPPPSSS arrr well there's a spoiler for you for the next chap.

And yes i have watched Bob Ross's Joy of Painting Show. Mainly cos I've been ill all week and after 9'oclock my Allen Shazar hippy friend wax up and invades my house to watch it. And yes he really does only paint tree's, mountains and lakes.

But hay as Rob Ross would say "be good to you're self's be good to each other