Sunday, June 19, 2005

Hey kids! I'm back from vacation and ready to start posting again. I got lots of pictures to share from my trip that I'll be putting up later, but for now let's get back to where we once belonged. (Get back, Jojo! Sorry, couldn't resist.)

Play Along --Kida’s room-- K: (now 11, sitting on her bed holding a plastic sword) Land ho, Captain! G: (wearing an eyepatch and a captain’s hat) Yarrr, there she be. Watatini Island: fabled land of treasure, danger, and really great cheese-steaks. Yarrr! Mr. Ferret! O: (wearing a bandana) Zoo? G: Watch the ship while the first mate and I search for the booty. Yarrr! O: (salutes) K and G: (hop of the bed) K: Do you think there are any other pirates here? G: If there are, they shall have to face Captain Francis-majellan-enrique-mercucio-donovan-benvolio-vendictus-enrictus-deniedit-suppliedit-von wallace-von hampton-von drake-van helsing-horatio-ignatious-concord-ternaldo-vasquez of Kuzco.... the 4th! And his first mate Kida. Yarrr! K: Look! A cave! (points at the closet) G: That must be where the treasure be. Yarrr! But avast! The entrance is heavily guarded by invisible cursed skeleton pirates! (starts swinging his sword) Wisssh! Cling! Cling! Defend yourself, Kida! K: (starts swinging her sword) Krish! Krish! G: Cling! Clang! Arrrrg! Huzzah! They were no match for us. Now to the treasure! Yarrr! K: Right! (runs into the closet, comes out carrying a shoebox) G: Let’s have a looksie. Yarrr! K: (sets down the box and opens it) K and G: Ooooooooo. G: Yarrr! (the box is filled with chocolate coins) G: With this, Mr. Ferret can finally pay off his student loans. And I can buy that Starbucks franchise I’ve always wanted! Yarrr! What are you going to buy with your share, Kida? A pony? A unicorn? A flying pony? K: Nope. I’m getting a Harley! G: Cool! I mean.... yarrr! K: (picks up the box and starts walking back to the ship... er, bed) G: Yarrr! Who this be? (points at a Hello Kitty doll in front of the bed) It’s Captain Whiskers! My archenemy! K: He’s come to steal our treasure! G: Get the booty back to the ship first mate. I have a personal score to settle with this scurvy dog. Yee stole me best goat! Prepare to die! YARRR! (pounces on the doll) K: (climbs back onto the bed) G: (wrestles with the doll) Grrrr! Ooh, ow, not the face, not the face! K: Get’em, Captain! G: Grrrrraaarrr! Bang! Arrg! (staggers back) He had a pistol hidden on him. Yarrr. K: No! Mr. Ferret, make ready the cannon. O: (salutes, picks up a pillow) K: Fire! O: (throws the pillow at the doll) G: I am avenged. Yarrr. (falls down) K: (hops down and runs over to Gummy) Quickly, Captain. Let’s get you back to the ship. G: No. It’s *cough* too late for me, young Kida. Take the treasure and... K: (interrupting) We can’t just leave you... G: DON’T STEP ON MY LINES! It’s my big death scene! K: Sorry. -.-\/ G: *cough, cough* Take the treasure and divide it amongst yourselves. K: No, captain. You’ll open that Starbucks and name it after your mother like you’ve always wanted. You’ll see. G: *weak laugh* Ah, the naivety and childlike innocence of a.... child. Yet, I am not as young as I used to be. Yarrr. Farewell, my loyal crew. In the immortal words of Leonard Church, “Hurk! Blehh...” (rolls his eyes back) --downstairs-- TV: Batman Begins. Now playing. J: And my hopes for the Batman franchise have been destroyed again. A: (lying on his lap) Nya? What do you mean? J: That’s the new batmobile? Looks more like the bat-tank! I swear, it’s all gone downhill ever since Batman Forever. K: (pokes her head in the doorway) He’s dieing! A: Nya?! J: What? Who is? K: Gumdrop. We found the treasure but then Whiskers shot him and now he needs a voodoo witch doctor to heal him. A: Huh? J: (playing along) Does he? O: (flies in carrying Gummy) K: He has only 4 hours and 27 minutes left. G: 26. Bleh... J: (gets up) Let me see what I can do. O: (lays Gummy on the floor) J: (crouches down, waves his hands over Gummy) Arise! G: ........ J: Arise! G: (opens one eye) Is that it? J: Hmm? G: Can’t you at least be a little more creative? J: Alright, fine then. (waves his hands again) Hmm. This is serious. I may not have enough power to heal this alone. (looks at Aisha) Maybe if I had some help from my... voodoo priestess? G: Nice. A: I’ll do what I can. (crouches down beside Justin, lays hands on Gummy, starts whispering) Rrrrash ti syrrrath komesh catim de morrrrysh tah grrrrrath. J: o.0 G: (slowly sits up) K: He’s alright! G: (raises his arms) Brrraaaaainsss! J: Oh no! He’s come back as a zombie! We’ll have to cut his head off! G: 0.0 Ahh! No no! I’m alright! I’m alright! Just kidding! Heh heh. ^_^\/ K: Yay!! (hugs Gummy) G: >.< Gorshk! K: Thank you so much! G: Indeed, kind shaman. I am forever in your debt. J: Good. You can start by sharing some of that treasure with me. G: You? I meant Aisha. K: Let’s go get the treasure. (runs upstairs) J: Nice touch with the incantation back there. A: It’s actually an ancient Ctarl curse. J: A... buh... a what?! A: *laughs* I’m kidding. It’s really just an old prayer for good fortune. J: Phew! For a second there I thought you put a jihad on’im.

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