This quest for H2O started with a game - how long would Special
(The Mighty) Isis ride with SCUL before banging the GONG OF
Off we went, and - GONG! - and off we went, again, in search of ice
cream molecules in the heart of the 'Ville on the way to the
of the deep woods & water of the suburbs.
- Deathtrap did not attend,
so SOMEBODY had to ride Moneypenny,
(i know, RIGHT?)
Twisting and turning through the mountains of Medford, SCUL picked
a hearty floatie surfer named JAWS, whose enthusiasm for the unknown
impressed us all.
We approached the hidden entrance with SILENT RUNNING & lights out.
Brave pilots pushed the fleet through the forest towards our night's
goal… a dunk in a lake.
Did we get caught by the Anti-Dunk Night Patrol?
Did the locals across the lake get flashlighted and escorted back to
the tarmac of civilization?
We PROFESSIONAL dunkers don't get caught, and earn Medals of Naked
boot, but we played it safe and hit the road.
Homeward bound, we hit a meteor shower of ice cream & pie and then
was off to the downtown DERBY!
More floaties joined and watched our playground dance with death as
we crashed and ribbon-yanked until the last pilot was left
(WHY is it always NOSEPICKER?!?!)
Then the late-night re-entry to SCUL's home-base, gliding in on a
cloud of FUNK.
- Good night.
Things we learned:
The North Point playground fountains don't work no more
Don't steal Wombat's headband even if you are stealthy
|Bendy||Ooh La La||298.336||Rear Admiral, Lower Half|
|Fleet Admiral Skunk||Cloudbuster||930.175|
|Isis||One Night Stand||279.74||Petty Officer Third Class|
|Killabetes||Devastation||247.912||Petty Officer First Class|
|Nosepicker||Mike 'The Situation' Sorrentino||310.836||Lieutenant Commander|
|Seven Of Nine||Swamp Thing||782.399|
|vomit||Famine||272.255||Rear Admiral, Upper Half|
|yt||Secret Asian SCULly||1130.75||Admiral, Fleet Ready|
|Mission Leader||Fleet Admiral Skunk|
|MRC Officer||Fleet Admiral Skunk|
|Skynet Operator Pre||yt|