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Date Posted: 23:08:08 04/28/02 Sun
Author: Lu
Subject: Test 4,008

The Mission, part 7


Emerging from the shadows, Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr. stood at attention before Heather and Dancer. His dark hair a bit long and tousled, his collar unbuttoned, his tie long ago discarded. A small smudge or bruise was apparent on one cheek. "I was knocked over here when the door opened," he said. "Before I could get out, you ladies locked it again!"

"Dancer! Dancer! It's... it's.... HIM! And he's got that little SMUDGE thing... Oh my GOSH... I need new underwear!"

~ THUD! ~ (Heather faints)

"Heather! You idiot! Get up!" Dancer hissed, giving Heather a kick.

"OW! Knock it off! I'm SWOONING here!" Heather whispered out of the corner of her mouth.

"Is she o.k.? Maybe I should take a look at her," the Commander asked taking a step toward Heather, a look of concern on his face.

"Yes! Yes! Let him take a look at me" Heather's whispered to Dancer, her eyes gleaming with delight.

"She fine!" Dancer assured him over her shoulder. Frowning at Heather she gave her another discrete kick. "Behave yourself and get up you maniac!"

"No!" Heather refused. "I need help!" she grinned shyly at the Commander.

"Fine!" Grabbing her by the hair, Dancer helped an unhappy Heather scramble to her feet.

"I'll get you for this," Heather hissed.

"Whatever!" Dancer scowled. "But right now you behave!" Then collecting herself, Dancer continued, "Mr. Rabb...we were sent here to rescue you. Unfortunately we were not informed Luoodles had guard dogs and .... uh...wildlife on hallucinogens."

"Oh. I see you've met the rabbits.. and Mrs. Bingo," the Commander said knowingly.

"Yellow, pony size?"

"Yes. That's her. She's harmless really, as long as you don't run out of Snausages," assured the Commander.

"What's a Snausage?" asked Heather.

"I can't remember anymore... I ran out months ago," the Commander whimpered.

Suddenly Heather jumped. Something had touched her leg! Looking down she sighed with relief. "Oh, it's just a dust bunny. MY look at the size of that thing! Lu's needs to DUST in here! Would you look at this?" she marveled, reaching down to pick it up.

"YIIIIPE!"

"AAAAAAAIIIIIGGGGGGGHHH!" Heather screamed.

"AAAAAAAIIIIIGGGGGGGHHH!" Dancer screamed louder.

"What?! What was THAT?!" Heather screeched.

"It's a dog," explained the Commander.

Dancer shakily climbed down from Heather's shoulders. "You idiot. You're going to give me a heart attack!"

"A DOG!" Heather exclaimed, ignoring Dancer. "Another one? It... it looks like.... That is NOT a dog," she said.

"No, really. It's a dog," the Commander assured her.

"But... it looks like... a tennis ball.. and.. there's so much HAIR. Where's it's HEAD?" Heather questioned, picking the little dog up and switching it back and forth.

"Oh for crying out LOUD! It's the end that barks!" said Dancer, grabbing the dog from Heather, all patience lost. "Look. We've got to get OUT of here! It's almost MORNING!" Dancer said nervously checking her watch.

"Escape is impossible," Harm said matter of factly, defeat sounding in his voice.

"Are you on DRUGS?" Dancer shrieked. "I am NOT spending the rest of forever in this closet! I don't care WHO I'm with!"

Just then electricity began shooting through the closet. "What? What's THAT?!" Heather jumped, watching the light ricochet around her.

"It's the POOFING! It's the POOFING!" cried Harm. "AAAAAAAIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!"

"What? Who's poofing? WHO's poofing?" Heather wailed. "NOT NOW! Not No..."

~POOF!~

Heather and Dancer disappeared in a flash of light and a puff of smoke. Standing in their place was none other than...


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Judi and Cecilia!

"...and then you just take this Spatula, twirl it three times and ....AAAAIIIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!! Where ARE we???? JUDI! Judi! What HAPPENED?

"I think... I think you POOFED us!!!!!" Judi gulped. "Oh my GOSH! You DID it! I didn't believe you really COULD!!!!"

"Well, me EITHER!" Cecilia confessed. Surprised and confused she looked around her. "Oh my GOSH! Where ARE we???"

Welcome to Lu's closet," said a familiar voice.

~TO BE CONTINUED!!!!~


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