I'm on vacation!

{coming up the stairs, frothing pewter stein in hand}

Hey, Veb, I could’ve saved you a trip. You been down in the guy’s cellar yet? I didn’t know they MADE kegs that big anymore.

There’s also a brace of Clydesdales stabled down there, a vintage skittle-board, a crystal meth lab, and oh yeah, it’s where he keeps his bang-bangs.

My politics forbid me to indulge, but you guys could probably have some good clean fun with the Kalashnikov and the Thompson submachine gun…hey! There’s a bunny rabbit on the lawn!

Did somebody order pizza?? I got mushroom, pepperonni, chicken and onion, veggie, plain, and one with everything.

If this party gets out of hand, I will feel it my duty to tell on you to UncleBeer. So maybe this will help keep you delinquents on your best† behaviour? UncleBeer would have wished that the MPSIMS posters behave with all due decorum, so out of respect for him, I suggest a tea party instead of a drunken bash. I’ll provide the crumpets and the cucumber sandwiches. Who wants to be mother?


†Of course, I realize that your best behaviour is atrocious by any normal standard.

::Odieman wanders into the bedroom::
Hey what does that button do???
::Odieman pushes button::

Wow, I’ve never seen a bed revolve before, and what neat polka music too.

::Odieman wanders out of the bedroom::

Hey guys look in here. You aren’t gonna believe this.

Keith

Guy stuff is back???

BRING OUT THE TEQUILA!!!

Screw 'im. I’m in charge here.

Ooh! Ooh! Can I shoot the bunny???

:::ratatatatatatatatatatatat:::

Wow! Bunny dust!

I think it’s time for some Peep Skeet!

:::tosses yellow Peep Chicky into the air:::

PULL!

:::BOOM!:::

Woohoo! More beer!

:::tosses pink Peep Bunny into air:::

PULL!

:::BOOM!:::

Dang. I may have to rethink my position on guns. This is so…exhilarating! Especially with beer! The beer makes me a better shot, I think.

:::tosses another yellow chicky:::

PULL!

:::BOOMcrash:::

Oops. Um, I think I’ll take the skeet shooting outside.

…my Goddess, that’s a big hole in the ceiling…I hope he doesn’t notice…

Dr. Watson! Your presence is required stat (and let’s hope there’s a scapel underneath that kilt!) Are Peeps sterile?

Oooh, look! If you pour tequila on Peep scraps they foam!

Okay, Eutychus55, but don’t ask me to help when you have to clean up!

Since Persephone is busy w/ peep skeet–man, lookit that lurid yellow goo all over the ceiling!–wonder what happens if you douse a peep w/ 151 and light it?

::ka-BOOOM!

That was…impressive! Man, those little suckers go up with a bang. Notice that blue flame? Wonder what’s happen if we did it to a box of peeps?

Hey, Arnold? Mom? Get the door willya? And take the damned batteries out of the smoke detector while you’re at it. We can hardly hear the UncleBeer’s polka records!

Veb

Wheee!

Hey, y’all, I have some leftover bottle rockets from the holidaze!

Persi, looky here. Ya can duct tape a peep to a Clustering Bees rocket for an extry challenge.

SSSSsssssssttttt, and PULL!

FwwwOOOOOOMMMM…

Go girl. Aim steady…

:::takes aim:::

BOOM!

Whoops. Missed. Darn. I think I hit a bird.

No, wait. Birds don’t trail smoke.

Oh, dammit. That’s a Cessna.

:::dodges falling airplane pieces:::

:::scratches head:::

Hoo, boy. I thought the hole in the ceiling was bad…how in the hell am I going to explain this one?

: : knock knock : :
“Pardon me, I live about 5 blocks over, and I couldn’t hear my TV over the noise. So, excuse me while . . .”
: : opens sinister looking case and removes bagpipes : :
“. . . I find a place to practice. I think the dining room would work quite well, thank you very much.”

Ummmm, I have a question. If the toilet were to… say… explode, do you think that would make UncleBeer made?

This is a purely hypothetical question of course.

Oh,noooo! Chief Scott attacked UncaBeer’s toilet!?

Hmmm, great water pressure in this place. It’s almost put out the couch fire.

::shouts over bagpipe ‘music’::

Hey, Persi, don’t sweat the Cessna thing. You couldn’t help it! Hell, it looked like a flying peep to the rest of us, too! ::trips over recumbant drunk::

These things happen. Arnold said he was in charge, that he’s mom. We’ll blame ARNOLD!

Somebody pass Arnold an Alice B. Toklas crumpet, wouldja? He’s looking faint.

Veb

Hmmm, sorry about the mess in the kitchen. Who’d athunk microwaved haggis could explode with such force. At least it’s covering up most of the peep goo.

Oh, sorry Veb, here’s a towel.

Uhhhh … I think I screwed up UB’s home-brewing still. Or did he always have matching tie-dyed wallpaper and carpeting in here?

Yeah he did, but I don’t think it should be bubbling like that . OH MY GOD I THINK IT’s GONNA BLOW. Run for your lives.
::BLAM::
Oh the humanity…As God is my witness I didn’t know that peeps could fly!!!
Keith

Why should I be picking up after you slobs? When I said “who wants to be mother”, I thought that expression meant “who wants to pour the tea.” In any case, Eutychus55 said he was in charge, so now I can be as messy as I want.

I’ll bring out my old drum kit to accompany the bagpipes. You don’t mind, UncaStuart, do you? I’ve always wanted to be part of a drum kit and bagpipes duo. (starts heavy metal drum solo à la Keith Moon) Is everyone ready for a singalong? “Sex and drugs and rock’n’roll.” Get those lighters ready!

For those of you who would like to consider me as their mother, no problem. Just call me Medea. :stuck_out_tongue:

:::shaking off flaming airplane bits:::

Freak, you blew up the toilet?

Damn, I thought I had bad aim.

I wouldn’t worry too much, though, Freak. Unless you messed up UncleBeer’s crocheted hat toilet paper cover. If you messed that up, well, I’d consider the Witness Protection Program.