OCC: Well, I couldn't resist throwing Jumba into the mix, I don't know how well it's written, I was in a rush (that's a bit of an oximoron), I'll let you decide.
I found it very interesting how understanding the rental services are in Hawaii. Amazingly they actually believed my excuse; well somewhat believed it.
"So what happened," the guy in a bright orange asked from behind the desk.
"Ur…well there was this tree I, I leaned on for a while and I didn't see the sap and…" the service person was either not listening to my story or not believing a word of it.
"Really?" the guy said giving me a neutral stare.
I decided that the truth wouldn't hurt, "Well actually, there's this deranged and yet abnormally smart dog…" The person was writing something down, probably about the crazy guy he was listening to, but I continued anyway, " and the dog, it put scented glue all over the seat. Sorry." I cringed for the coming reaction.
"Oh, ok, happens all the time," he said not looking up from the paper he was writing on, "Here's another car, drive carefully." He set a pair of keys in front of me on a shiny flower key chain.
OOO
The sun was in noontide stage in the sky as I drove the SUV up the dirt driveway to a stop in front of the bright tropical home. I put on a reflective pair of sunglasses and studied myself in the mirror. I'd got the glasses while getting a new set of clothing for the stuff that had been fused on the car seat yesterday. The shadow of a beard and mustache were beginning to appear on my face, I'd forgotten to stave again this morning. It didn't matter, I'd gotten the interview set and nothing could stop me now. Getting out, I looked at the house suspiciously; it was motionless and quiet in the light. I sighed quietly and grabbed a little voice recorder; I'd also bought yesterday, off the seat.
Swiftly, I jogged up the creaky steps of the porch then jumped the final step to in front of the door. Looking around I expected a trap, alas there was nothing noticeable. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the doorbell with a click. Unexpectedly there was a melody of classical notes instead of a plain 'ding-dong'. 'Stitch must have been bored,' I figured. Soon, like yesterday, the pounding of steps came to the door, except the sound of these steps vibrated through the deck beneath me. Curiosity got me, I leaned sideways to try and peak in the window who it was.
"Vat are you doing?" a booming voice with a thick Russian accent.
Startled I swung back to my upright position in front of a large glowering four-eyed face with a fake moustache and glasses, "Uh…I…I…I…"
"Vell, Vho are you?" he asked glancing me up and down distrustfully.
"Max S-s-s-Sterling, is Nani?"
"No, she isn't," the formidable figure asked obviously already annoyed. This face seemed incredibly familiar, I couldn't forget a face that weird. "Are you by any chance Dr. Jumba Jookiba?"
Jumba gathered his hand into a fist and held it in front of my face, "I prefer 'Uncle Jumba.'"
Trying to ignore the fist I peaked around it and I held out my hand, "Pleased to meet you Unca Jumba."
"What the…" Jumba started, confused by my reaction.
I cut him off "I'm a reporter from a web mag and I came by…"
It was Jumba's turn to interrupt, "Wait, you're a reporter.?"
This may sound promising, I lowered my sunglasses, "Yeah, I'm a reporter."
"Looking for a story?"
That question made me a little wary, "Uh, technically I am."
Without saying a thing he backed up, slammed, and I was sitting on the porch in front of a closed door. Wow, I should have predicted that action by now. I put the glasses back on my nose; both sides separated and hung off my ears at odd angles. "Shoot!" I muttered. I reached into my pocket and placed an identical pair on my nose. I was unexpecting but not stupid.
Well, here goes nothing, again. I got up, brushed myself off and trying not to let my conscience stop me, I pushed the doorbell. Interesting, the tone was now a rock and roll song. The stomping noise came again, the door swung open, Jumba standing there again. It took me a second to realize that he was holding a very intimidating weapon, "Vhat do you vant now?"
I was just staring at the gun, " NanisaythatIshouldgetainviewwitliloandstitch isshehome?
Jumba just stood there, dumbfounded, and suddenly noticed the gun in his hand. "Oh, sorry 'bout that, vust a little work I'm doing." Then his eyes turned into a glare once again, "Nani's not here and I haven't heard about…"
"Aloha Max!" Jumba and me turned toward the voice. Lilo stood next to Jumba in a blue shell sundress and a crown of flowers in her hair.
Jumba asked inquiringly, "You know him?"
"Uh-huh, he came and got busted by Cobra two days ago," There was a pause in between and I felt Jumba's eyes throwing knifes at me which made me uncomfortably warm. Thankfully, Lilo continued, "Oh yeah, yesterday he came to see Nani and got splashed by Stitch, had to wear a funny towel, Stitch said sorry, and Nani told me to tell you that Max was gonna come an' interview me and Stitch today and to keep an eye on Jumba." I breathed a sigh of relief as I turned back to Jumba.
He scratched the back of his head with the weapon, "So that vas vhat vas in da note that I accidentally departicli- ur… I mean threw out."
Then for some reason there was an awkward silence where I knew I was supposed to say something but I wasn't sure exactly what.
The small blue figure of Stitch finally came out, scanned around and noticed me. Wordlessly he went past me to the edge of the porch and apparently spotted the SUV. "Mmm, ya got new rental Maxie? Very nice." Then, he turned, walked past me, walked past Jumba and Lilo who still stood in the doorway, and went out of sight behind them. A deep chuckling was then heard from within.
Jumba shook his head of Stitch's confusing comment. "Vell if Nani told you can do ze interview. Come on in, and vatch vere you step," he warned staring a final nervous glance over his glasses.
It made me worried that Nani wasn't there. Oh well, it couldn't be a bad as my last two encounters, could it?
OOC: Forgive me for being a procrasinator, I warned for Patience, I have the next written, typing is what bogs me. Again I beg, reviews, including flames are welcomed, I need some constructive criticism.
I found it very interesting how understanding the rental services are in Hawaii. Amazingly they actually believed my excuse; well somewhat believed it.
"So what happened," the guy in a bright orange asked from behind the desk.
"Ur…well there was this tree I, I leaned on for a while and I didn't see the sap and…" the service person was either not listening to my story or not believing a word of it.
"Really?" the guy said giving me a neutral stare.
I decided that the truth wouldn't hurt, "Well actually, there's this deranged and yet abnormally smart dog…" The person was writing something down, probably about the crazy guy he was listening to, but I continued anyway, " and the dog, it put scented glue all over the seat. Sorry." I cringed for the coming reaction.
"Oh, ok, happens all the time," he said not looking up from the paper he was writing on, "Here's another car, drive carefully." He set a pair of keys in front of me on a shiny flower key chain.
OOO
The sun was in noontide stage in the sky as I drove the SUV up the dirt driveway to a stop in front of the bright tropical home. I put on a reflective pair of sunglasses and studied myself in the mirror. I'd got the glasses while getting a new set of clothing for the stuff that had been fused on the car seat yesterday. The shadow of a beard and mustache were beginning to appear on my face, I'd forgotten to stave again this morning. It didn't matter, I'd gotten the interview set and nothing could stop me now. Getting out, I looked at the house suspiciously; it was motionless and quiet in the light. I sighed quietly and grabbed a little voice recorder; I'd also bought yesterday, off the seat.
Swiftly, I jogged up the creaky steps of the porch then jumped the final step to in front of the door. Looking around I expected a trap, alas there was nothing noticeable. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the doorbell with a click. Unexpectedly there was a melody of classical notes instead of a plain 'ding-dong'. 'Stitch must have been bored,' I figured. Soon, like yesterday, the pounding of steps came to the door, except the sound of these steps vibrated through the deck beneath me. Curiosity got me, I leaned sideways to try and peak in the window who it was.
"Vat are you doing?" a booming voice with a thick Russian accent.
Startled I swung back to my upright position in front of a large glowering four-eyed face with a fake moustache and glasses, "Uh…I…I…I…"
"Vell, Vho are you?" he asked glancing me up and down distrustfully.
"Max S-s-s-Sterling, is Nani?"
"No, she isn't," the formidable figure asked obviously already annoyed. This face seemed incredibly familiar, I couldn't forget a face that weird. "Are you by any chance Dr. Jumba Jookiba?"
Jumba gathered his hand into a fist and held it in front of my face, "I prefer 'Uncle Jumba.'"
Trying to ignore the fist I peaked around it and I held out my hand, "Pleased to meet you Unca Jumba."
"What the…" Jumba started, confused by my reaction.
I cut him off "I'm a reporter from a web mag and I came by…"
It was Jumba's turn to interrupt, "Wait, you're a reporter.?"
This may sound promising, I lowered my sunglasses, "Yeah, I'm a reporter."
"Looking for a story?"
That question made me a little wary, "Uh, technically I am."
Without saying a thing he backed up, slammed, and I was sitting on the porch in front of a closed door. Wow, I should have predicted that action by now. I put the glasses back on my nose; both sides separated and hung off my ears at odd angles. "Shoot!" I muttered. I reached into my pocket and placed an identical pair on my nose. I was unexpecting but not stupid.
Well, here goes nothing, again. I got up, brushed myself off and trying not to let my conscience stop me, I pushed the doorbell. Interesting, the tone was now a rock and roll song. The stomping noise came again, the door swung open, Jumba standing there again. It took me a second to realize that he was holding a very intimidating weapon, "Vhat do you vant now?"
I was just staring at the gun, " NanisaythatIshouldgetainviewwitliloandstitch isshehome?
Jumba just stood there, dumbfounded, and suddenly noticed the gun in his hand. "Oh, sorry 'bout that, vust a little work I'm doing." Then his eyes turned into a glare once again, "Nani's not here and I haven't heard about…"
"Aloha Max!" Jumba and me turned toward the voice. Lilo stood next to Jumba in a blue shell sundress and a crown of flowers in her hair.
Jumba asked inquiringly, "You know him?"
"Uh-huh, he came and got busted by Cobra two days ago," There was a pause in between and I felt Jumba's eyes throwing knifes at me which made me uncomfortably warm. Thankfully, Lilo continued, "Oh yeah, yesterday he came to see Nani and got splashed by Stitch, had to wear a funny towel, Stitch said sorry, and Nani told me to tell you that Max was gonna come an' interview me and Stitch today and to keep an eye on Jumba." I breathed a sigh of relief as I turned back to Jumba.
He scratched the back of his head with the weapon, "So that vas vhat vas in da note that I accidentally departicli- ur… I mean threw out."
Then for some reason there was an awkward silence where I knew I was supposed to say something but I wasn't sure exactly what.
The small blue figure of Stitch finally came out, scanned around and noticed me. Wordlessly he went past me to the edge of the porch and apparently spotted the SUV. "Mmm, ya got new rental Maxie? Very nice." Then, he turned, walked past me, walked past Jumba and Lilo who still stood in the doorway, and went out of sight behind them. A deep chuckling was then heard from within.
Jumba shook his head of Stitch's confusing comment. "Vell if Nani told you can do ze interview. Come on in, and vatch vere you step," he warned staring a final nervous glance over his glasses.
It made me worried that Nani wasn't there. Oh well, it couldn't be a bad as my last two encounters, could it?
OOC: Forgive me for being a procrasinator, I warned for Patience, I have the next written, typing is what bogs me. Again I beg, reviews, including flames are welcomed, I need some constructive criticism.
