Chapter 7- Jones Country
A/N: I don't Own Monty Python or "The Wizard of Oz". If you wonder about a change in voice, it is only because I have typed this out in script form but since it isn't allowed, I shall try to translate it to prose-ish-ness…
Graham sat up in his sleeping bag. All except himself were asleep. He smiled up at the stars. They were so beautiful. He looked at Patsy, who slept by his side. It was strange, but he felt a weird attraction to Patsy. He shrugged it off.
You're with David, remember!
Graham looked out at his surroundings. He couldn't sleep. He missed everything about England. He laid down in his sleeping bag and looked up at the stars. He hoped everyone was okay back in England. He fell asleep to the chirp of the crickets.
Meanwhile, Patsy awakened to see Graham next to him. He smiled at his master. He had to hide his feelings for him. It was much more than admiration. He closed his eyes again.
"Goodnight, Sire…" He whispered.
The next morning, as Smoke Too Much and John went scouting, Michael told Graham his story.
"Every day, something really bad happens to me. When I was younger, I was out fishing with my father. It started raining rather hard. I fell out of the boat. My father called out to
me and told me to hang on to the rope he had thrown out. It was too far. I shouted to him,
'I can't! It's too far!'"
At this, the Liberty Bell March struck up. For ease to the typist, At each "It's" it should be known that the Liberty Bell March played.
"And that blasted song started! When I was talking to my dear friend, Arthur Pewty, about his problems with his wife, I told him, 'There's only one way I can help you solve that problem. It's-' and that blasted song started again. I just wish I could figure out a way to keep that blasted song from playing!"
Graham nodded.
"Well, we'll try to get you some help." He said.
"So what's your story? I never got to hear what you missed." Michael said.
"Well, I missed-"
Graham was cut short when John and Smoke Too Much came running to Graham.
"We have to go, now!" John cried.
"It's the Wibed Spam Lady of the West! Hurry or she'll get us!"
Before they could run, The Spam Lady appeared with a can of Spam in her hand. Graham was not sure why the others were so afraid of her because she truly looked harmless.
"Not so fast, my pretties," She cackled in a voice that made Graham giggle. "You've trespassed into Jones Country! Now you must pay."
The Spam Lady began to advance on the group. They all cowered behind Graham. Graham sighed and began to provide the Spam Lady with abuse… only to be clubbed upside the head with a can of Spam. Graham's faithful friends did what anyone would do in that situation.
"Run Away!" Smoke Too Much cried.
"Run Away!" The others answered.
The group scattered as the Spam Lady dragged Graham to her restaurant.
A/N: What will happen to Graham? Oh the suspense. Please Review but no flames.