Condolences to those with lost, sick, or angeled "other cage food" eaters... (Hey! Spazzie's cage is open and she ain't in there. Let's raid her food, so we can save ours for later! Besides, her food tastes better when the cages are open...and so does her water! And while I'm at it, I'll poop in her litter box...and sleep in her hammock...and her sleep sack...and her hide-a-way....and...) The scene opens with purple smoke billowing all around [coff...coff!] and the stars sparkling in the far distance. Strange singing (done by the FTC [Ferret Tabernacle Choir]) can be heard in the far distance, along with strains of modern-sounding jazz music... As the music and voices fade into the background, the camera view lowers and focuses on the nearby motion. There is the sound of Switch and Lily, mumbling amongst themselves and the occasional 'clink' of metal-on-metal as they continue the repairs on that danged Hover craft. Why do these Tonka toys always break down during the fun parts? About 20 miles behind them, Todd is laying in a meadow, a can of fermented raisins in the crook of his arm, staring at the same stars. He is unconcerned, knowing that the little furballs didn't *mean* to bump him out of the Hover craft and they will probably be back soon to pick him up and continue the ride. In the meantime, he lays back and ponders world-impact-type thoughts, like, why are green peas...green? And, why don't kids like carrots? And, why are rabbits so darned cute, with those wiggly litte noses and big, long ears? You know...important things. Todd whips out his super-duper spy tool kit, pulls out the straw tool and sips at a glass of milk (hey...*real* guys drink milk...it does a spy, good!), then pops another raisin in his mouth. A stray thought marches through his mind... "I wonder if anyone noticed I was gone? Will anyone attempt to rescue me? Wait...I *run* a rescue, don't I? Will I have to rescue myself???" Todd has a mind like a steal trap, don't he? Anyone got some 3-in-1 oil? I think his trap is stuck. The camera slowly pulls back and the ferret choir voices fade back in. The camera turns, panning across the landscape and zooms in on....MONDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL! Are you ready for some FOOT BALL??? [ABC football theme music thunders into the foreground and the camera zooms in on thousands of people in the stands, as ferrets romp through the seats, stealing popcorn and unattended hot dogs...] NOTE: The aforementioned storyline is the property of...uh...someone. No rights reserved. If you find a copy of this, don't bother to return it. Change your transmission fluid from time to time, as recommended by...uh...someone else. Always puts stamps on your paper mail. The post office likes it that way. Don't let your meat...loaf...like that other guy did. Oh...and the raisins aren't *really* fermented. I just said that to put some spicy into the story. They're just regular raisins... soaked in rum! :) --- Todd and the Fuzzbutt Rodeo Clowns mailto:[log in to unmask] http://www.netconex.com/toddl/page2/ [Posted in FML issue 4622]