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Monkeynips13  (Level: 21.5 - Posts: 647)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 2:07 PM


I've been wanting to start a community story thread for a while, and Davidf's "Lonely as a Cloud" thread finally prompted me into action. Contribute as many or as few lines as you like to keep the story going. It should be interesting to sse where this ends up. Here's the opening line:

It was a strange set of circumstances indeed that led me to this tropical island.

Oogie54  (Level: 199.0 - Posts: 1120)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 2:54 PM

We had chartered the boat for a three hour tour when a ferocious storm came out of nowhere tossing our little vessel around like a cork in the tremendous waves. If not for the courage of our fearless crew...

Salzypat  (Level: 154.6 - Posts: 5296)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 3:03 PM

and passengers who had the foresight to pack enough clothes for every occasion, and all kinds of materials one would not expect to be along on a three-hour cruise.

Do you -- just maybe -- suppose it was a plot? Was there something - or someone - aboard that ship that had to be kept out of sight for a time? Was there someone aboard who wasn't who he or she said they were?

1mks  (Level: 208.5 - Posts: 5866)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 3:21 PM


Justsomeone  (Level: 121.5 - Posts: 39)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 3:44 PM

'Yep' to which question?

Justsomeone  (Level: 121.5 - Posts: 39)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 3:50 PM

(I'll choose my own answer - which will make more sense and carry the story on).

Yes it was a plot. But not one that any of us first suspected. Our initial ideas were nowhere near the ghastly truth.

Tuzilla  (Level: 131.2 - Posts: 3769)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 4:33 PM

What could lead a bazillionaire and his wife, who owns a yacht the size of a battleship, and a movie star who could probably be found on any of a thousand yachts attached to the famous people of Hollywood to get on a humble, rickety cruise ship with a nerdy college professor and a farm girl? What, I ask you? What?

Mrbojangles  (Level: 16.6 - Posts: 231)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 6:28 PM

"Enough of that @#^%$!* commerical for Gilligans Island" I said to myself as I threw a beer bottle through the TV screen.

Smaug  (Level: 140.7 - Posts: 2772)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 6:46 PM

There was a crash and a rattle out among the trashcans. I shined a flashlight at it....deep grunts and snorts....shadows moving back and forth....something with thick brown fur...

"Damnit, Easy, get out of here !!!"

Cujgie  (Level: 170.9 - Posts: 754)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 7:03 PM

The alarm on my watch began to buzz. It was time for my meds.

Bbear  (Level: 160.0 - Posts: 2301)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 7:06 PM

Then I noticed Smaug sneaking into the trash barrel with his flashlight to "look her over". Was it Mary Ann, Ginger, or Lodi??? HIs inquiring mind needed to know.

Oogie54  (Level: 199.0 - Posts: 1120)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 7:11 PM

In this iteration of his secret identity Smaug would be called Skipper,captain of his own seagoing charter vessel, but what dark secrets lay in the hold of that little ship?

Monkeynips13  (Level: 21.5 - Posts: 647)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 7:23 PM

Larry "Easy Target" slubkins slinks out from behind the trash cans in the ships hold, wearing nothing but his skivies. It doesn't take long to assess the situation. An evening of drinking with the Howels has dissintegrated into yet another round of Humiliate Larry. Sometimes I honestly feel for the guy, but then I take a second look at him. I mean, %#@$, would it kill him to shave his hairy @#$.

Smaug looks at Larry with disdain.
"Did mommy and daddy forget to dress you again Easy?"

Mplaw51  (Level: 176.9 - Posts: 1582)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 7:34 PM

Larry had had enough!!! "Your sly remarks and nasty ways will come to an end, Skipper, er Smaug, er who are you anyway?", he asked peering crookedly.

Tuzilla  (Level: 131.2 - Posts: 3769)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 7:52 PM

You are standing by some trash receptacles near a fork in the trail. In front of you is a person you do not recognize. The ocean is south of you. To the North is a trail leading into the jungle. To the west is a trail along a cliff. Behind you is a trail leading up from the ocean. You have a lamp in your hand. There is a shiny object in a tree to the East of you.


Smaug  (Level: 140.7 - Posts: 2772)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 8:20 PM

No stranger to thread stories, the skipper steps into the open and confronts Larry:

"Is this a flashback?"


"Do you have a twin?"

"No, why do..."

The Skipper neatly lops off Larry's head and throws it into a boiling pot of water.

""Ha ha! You are forever written out of the story!!"

Oogie54  (Level: 199.0 - Posts: 1120)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 8:59 PM

"Mmm"...said Gilligan in that juvenile,simpering whine that often gave the Skipper black thoughts of skewering the little fellah and feeding him to the sharks,"Is that soup I smell?"

Tuzilla  (Level: 131.2 - Posts: 3769)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 9:01 PM

No soup for you!

Monkeynips13  (Level: 21.5 - Posts: 647)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 10:55 PM

Gilligan slinks off, whimpering like a whipped puppy. He goes in search of The Professor. The Professor always manages to make him feel better. Perhaps The Professor will have some soup for him, or something even better...

Bobolicios  (Level: 116.8 - Posts: 1745)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 11:18 PM

Everyone know the professor loves Mary Ann and Ginger is jealous so they have a is the tale of a tiny ship.,,,,,

Smaug  (Level: 140.7 - Posts: 2772)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 11:22 PM

Quick Poll:



or Mrs Howell

Me? Mrs. Howell.

She would be a lot more "giving"....


Monkeynips13  (Level: 21.5 - Posts: 647)
Sun, 5th Apr '09 11:38 PM

Gilligan eventually locates The Professor, and finds that he already has company. Sensing that he is not welcome, Gilligan wanders off dejectedly. He decides to have a cocktail with the Howells, allthough he knows full well that tonight it will probably be him wandering aimlessly around the trash cans in the ships hold wearing nothing but his skivies. God, he misses Larry.

Dyenamite  (Level: 49.6 - Posts: 669)
Mon, 6th Apr '09 5:45 AM

No point crying underneath the quilt, Gilligan. Have a drinky poos with Aunty Honey ...

Ahh that hit the spot
Try to get to second base
Third time's a charm

Gilligan could handle no more of Howell's playing hard to get (the hussy) so he staggered back to see if the professor's deed was done. Indeed it was. The Professor had come up with a cunning plan which involved the skipper's cod piece and leather chaps... Well, he borrowed it from the broadcast of Black Adder re-runs on the radio!

Davidf  (Level: 102.1 - Posts: 746)
Mon, 6th Apr '09 9:20 AM

And then without thinking or blinking the clouds cleared and the sky opened up. The clear of the night sky and the ever present Orion held the key

Resolsufoolps  (Level: 20.7 - Posts: 95)
Mon, 6th Apr '09 10:30 AM

.....then this nasty odor filled the air, the kitty litter box was overflowing and needed to be changed.....

Monkeynips13  (Level: 21.5 - Posts: 647)
Mon, 6th Apr '09 11:33 AM

The smell of the litter box must have distracted the Skipper, for the next mornig the hapless crew found the vssel had beached itself on a tiny tropical island. Hungry, hung-over, and seriously worse for the wear, they wandered ashore, all except the Skipper. He was going to find that d**n cat if it was the last thing he did.

Rowlanda  (Level: 70.0 - Posts: 2856)
Mon, 6th Apr '09 11:20 PM

and it almost was the last thing the Skipper did. He followed the trail of Kitty litter
fallen from the feet of the "cat".... but eventually realized the footprints were those
of a much larger animal. They were the prints of the polar bear who ate the cat....

Tuzilla  (Level: 131.2 - Posts: 3769)
Tue, 7th Apr '09 11:09 AM

> It is dark. You might get eaten by a Grue, or a polar bear. You have have a rusty knife and an old lamp.

Bobbsey  (Level: 153.2 - Posts: 252)
Fri, 10th Apr '09 1:34 AM

and things that go bump in the night.

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