*flies down to the river and wash my self..*
WOOOHOOOO it is gone...
*jumps down the chimney and comes rolling in*
Woohoo.. *changes back into werewolf and need a Duble mocha master Monty style...*
Monty you make duble Mocha master for me.. hehe
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Thanks for the warning Spacewolf!
*gropes around for a bag of sugar (while peeking through her fingers), tip toes to the exit and dumps it over Howlitzer - he's now quite white and not hiding from anybody!*
I would be very happy to make that mocha for you Wolf Sparrow, but I'm not going behind that counter until Wolf gets decent.
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*Hits Wolf over the head with an extendable insta-dress stick, suddenly Wolf is dressed... in a frilly dress and 6in pumps*
"Whoops!, wrong stick."
*Hides behind Montana*
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*smiles* HAHAHA... *falls of the stole and hits the floor* Outch AAHAHAHAHAaA
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::goes inside and cleans off sugar and shoe polish::
::pulls something out of pocket:: hehehehe
::puts on sunglasses::
::presses button::
::ENTIRE cafe is filled with a bright flash::
::when everybody comes to, Wolf Sparrow is duct taped to the wall, Montana is covered in chocolate syrup and silver-cake beads, everybody else has their face painted like a mime, and Howlitzer is nowhere to be found::
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AAUUUUGGGGHHH!!! ... wait a minute!
*lick* Ooh YUMMO!!
GAAK! *chokes on a silver bead, coughs it out*
... *lick* OOh YUUUUMMM!!!! :\
GAK!! *repeat*
... ... ... *tiny lick* MMmmmMM
GAK! GRRRRRR... *shifts into a werewolf and shakes everything off her fur at the same time*
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*POUNCES on Howlitzer and puts her jaws over his throat*
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*Hmpfs, turns back into a human, siddles behind counter* o.O Nice dress Wolf.
*pops a couple of silver balls into the milk the barista's using for Howlitzer's hot chocolate*
*gets bonked on the head by the barista* "Get away from that - and where's MY SHOE?!?"
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yeah, where is his shoe?
better question.....where's Waldo?
::some guy in glasses and red and white stripes walks buy::
O.O ::inhales some hot chocolate::
wtf?
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Wolf: (Sigh) I can't flip flop back and forth that quickly.
(I shift and the clothes practically explode off me.)
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roadwolf walks inside, grabs 6 beers and sits and downs each one in succession "(drunkenly) this problem is a tricky one" and passes out
2 hours later
roadwolf wakes up with a monster headache, takes two tylenol and notices a traffic cone attached to his leg "(liverpudlian accent) we are miles from anywhere in the middle of the forest, can someone explain to me where the smeg i got this traffic cone"
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*Spacewolf speaks up from a corner*
"(slurred) Ish not a good night if you don't get a traffic cone, It's the Policewoman's helmet and the suspenders I don't understand?"
*Spacewolf holds up said items.*
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*looks at them a laught hanging on the wall*
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*moseys casually over to Roadie (who's probably now sporting an impressive hangover) picks up the traffic cone, points it over his ear and yells 'HI THERE!!' into it*
*races outside and shifts into a wolf, taking off into the underbrush*
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after roadwolf comes down off the ceiling, shakes off his hangover mutters " i'll get you montana , thats one "and goes out to the workshop to try and sleep it off. cutting the chain holding the cone to his leg he sits down at his desk and promptly falls asleep thinking about his fur
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*watches roadwolf do a high jump, cackles madly for a moment then follows after Montana*
"Hey Montana, nice trick. you want this suspender? it'd look real nice on you. I'm going to lie down now."
*Collapses against a tree to sleep off the rest of the hangover*
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*tries to wiggle my self out of teip*
Ummm Help... AaAAAaa can`t feel my arms or leg anymore
*goes into a shock and shakes him loose*
Wow it worked
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(Gazes around at all the incapacitate Werewolves and walks outside with my cup of coffee. Stretches. Figgles with my chain until I find the mirror, and vanishes.)
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*walks out and disapper so no one will find me*
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*wakes up 'sober', pulls out HOWLE agent locator, punches sparrows details, Sparrows EXACT location is shown on screen*
"HA, found you!"
*goes back to sleep*
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*pull out the tracking device and has hanged it on the tree*
Nope... not now..
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"Hey Roadwolf, need you to teleport to Sparrows last known '20 he attempted to remove his tracking beacon and needs his head reattached"
.:HOWLE Tracking devices are located inside the brain:.
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