"I've searched their bedroom, Capt. Brogan sir. The Olsens have been back here... but they've left their passports behind."
"Damn if only we'd got here sooner we might have nicked them, Sgt. Jose."
"Yeah... I wonder why we were soooo slow, sir..."
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Let's take a short break and see how the boys in blue of the Toyville PD are getting along in their search for the criminal Olsen Twins; cut to Mary-Kate & Ashley's appartment where Capt. Brogan* has just arrived... * assigned from 'Space Precinct' on the basis that anything's better than that show... how little he knows! |
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"I've searched their bedroom, Capt. Brogan sir. The Olsens have been back here... but they've left their passports behind." "Damn if only we'd got here sooner we might have nicked them, Sgt. Jose." "Yeah... I wonder why we were soooo slow, sir..." |
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*burp* "Hey who you all lookin' at. Ain't my fault that ... I... erm... my contact reckoned the Olsens might do a donut and coffee bar crawl through town..."
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... ah
crap, I need a sit down; all that going "Slob"
"Don't worry sir, I'll stake out the appartment with Tubs here - I'll make sure he doesn't raid their fridge and eat any vital evidence, sir!" |
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"Good
man, Sgt. Jose - it's good to see "Yes sir...
... sniff sniff... (hmmm Olsen panties... oh yeah, Sgt. Jose is certainly an upstanding cop now... heheheh) |
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Ewww... I'm starting to creep myself out now... let's look in somewhere else; how about those fine, heroic fellows who carry the Adventure Team badge with pride... |
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*burp* "Thanks, Joe." "Yep" *burp* " Roasted White Tiger really hits the spot, eh?" "Oh yes... especially with those Giant Panda sausages and Dodo sauce." "Hey, Joes, I heard that some twitchers just outside of town had spotted a very rare Greater Creasted Sea Eagle." "Woo hoo - I'll just get my gun..." |
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"What the..." "Is that the Microwave? Damn, don't know if I could manage those pygmy gorilla burgers now..." "Hell, that ain't no Microwave... that's the ATTD; the Action Team Transmat Device!" "The what?" "It's a clever plot device we've got stowed away in the cellar in case of lazy writers..." |
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"... now then, it's down here somewhere... ah - here it is..."
"Erm... isn't that just a ZipDisc rack with some rather dodgy special effect quickly photoshopped on, Joe?" "Quiet, Jane, don't let daylight in upon the magic!" |
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"Look, there's someone coming through... |
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... whoa, it's Duke! Welcome to TAT HQ, Duke, sir!"
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"TAT?" "Toyville Adventure Team, sir!" "TAT! Who's sick idea for an acronym was that? " "It could've been worse, sir, the writer had his thesaurus out looking up a suitable adventuresome word beginning with I" "...but we do have part-timers who turn up on Saturdays and Sundays when we become the Toyville Weekend Adventure Team Squad, making us a bunch of TWA..."
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"ENOUGH! This cretinous mockery of one of the Toy World's most famous institutions end here. The perpetrator of it all, MiskatonicNick, will suffer for his crimes..."
"Erm, the Transmat Device is powering up again, Joe." "That it is, missy, that it is; a brigade of GI Joe's most famous troops is coming through; we're going to restore proper law to this punk-assed little town!" (and thereby, completely by chance, also lay claim to the Grail Diary and it's secrets) |
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Hah!- the Joes will have to hurry; for MiskatonicNick will surely be long gone by now on an exciting and intrepid adventure seeking out the legendary Holy Grai... |
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... aw, nuts. Sometimes I disappoint even myself. |
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