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The World-Famous (to some people) online-novels of Lark and Musings, for you to sit back and enjoy in the quietness of your own home. Warning, all novels may contain traces of nuts, and insanity in large doses. (Reading hint: For more enjoyment and less wanting-to-die-from-how-stupid-it-all-is, L&M Blognovels are suggested read in smaller doses, rather than in one sitting).

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Introducing the 'Good Guy who thinks the Super-Hero is a Villian' character (kinda like the newspaper guy in Spiderman)

Norman, the security guard at Yeejabberwhatsit First National Bank, had been having a quiet day, listening to his Reginald the Singing Detective Greatest Hits CD and reading the latest issue of Secure. All of a sudden, looking up, he spotted a strange looking figure, dressed in an off-orange jumpsuit that had a big G printed on the front in what seemed like a black marker pen. He had a garbage can on his head, with eye holes cut out of it. He also was quite conspiciously holding no gun!

Norman's mind raced into action. Leaping to his feet, he ran to the figure, simultaneously reaching into his gun holster.
"You, wait right there," he called in his most powerful security guard voice.

Dave froze. As the garbage can was over his head he couldn't actually see Norman, but he could tell that something was wrong; he could feel something crawling down his neck....

It was only a banana skin, which slowly oozed its way into Daves collar.

Dave decided to act natural.
"Oh, hi there, officer," he said, "is there anything I can do to help you?" To exentuate his 'acting naturalness', he immediately began whistling.
"I certainly hope so," Norman said, as he pulled... a pen... from his holster, "I've always been a big fan of your bank robberies, Mr. Kelly, I was hoping you could sign my nose for me."
"Wait, what did you call me?" Dave asked, just beginning to click.
"Mr. Kelly, you are Ned Kelly, aren't you?" Norman asked.
"Uh, no," Dave said slowly, backing towards the door as he realized that robbing a bank was not a good image for a super-hero anyway, "But good luck with that. I've got to... go... now. Good bye."

Garbageman then heroically fled the bank.

Norman stood in the bank foyer, still holding his pen, and with his nose freshly brushed clean in the hope of receiving a famous signature. Suddenly he started feeling suspicious. Why was someone he thought of as a famous bank robber standing in a bank?

Robbery!

"Robbery!" Norman gasped, "He was going to rob the bank! Well, he won't get away with that! I'll find him, and when I do, he'll be sorry he EVER left without signing my nose."

Having thus spoken, Norman leapt into action, grabbing his security baton, security torch, security blanket, and security mints (its important to have fresh breath while on security detail), and set off in hot pursuit.

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