Trkr goes over to the entrance of the cave and shouts, “GBS, SpiderWoman, VB, PB, anyone where are you.”
Dang it, I knew that going on vacation would be the death of this thread.
If anyone else wants to dedicate a thread to me (either for love or hate, (preferrablly love 
)) then go right ahead and do so, I do not have any more vaction scheduled until the last week in December, so I can read and respond often.
Trkr
As trekkieboy stands there contemplating a dead thread, he fails to notice the tree behind him start to fall in hisdirection. It hits him on the head, driving him feet first into the ground up to his neck!
When along comes Ogre and moves the tree and then pulls out a giant claw hammer. He then pulls Trkr free from the ground.
For a brief bit, Trkr is shaped like a nail, but he soon assumes his usual Trkr self.
Okay who was the wise guy that dropped the tree on my head?
Trkr
And behind that tree was standing none other than purplebear, dressed in new purple threads <tastefully revealing, of course!>, with a sly grin on her face. And, all of her long beautiful hair intact once again. <no thanks to VB!> 
Now, VB, what shall we get into next? <stepping up real close to him, leaning in a little to afford him the best view of…well, anyway, and whispers in his ear> Whisper And then we can whisper and after that we’ll just whisper.
Sound like a plan to you?
All the nosy little spiders come skittering up trying to find out what everyone is whispering about. All the thread members are huddled (more or less) together, listening or eavesdropping intently, and they fail to notice that the wind is picking up. Leaves fly through the air and a spooky howling becomes increasingly louder. The leaves swirl faster and faster, and soon all the spiders are pulled up into the whirlwind, which is looking more and more like a funnel cloud. The whole passel of players is picked up, and whisked far away, and finally they land. . .
“Where are we, Momma?” cry all the little spiders.
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GBS wakes up!!! What was that noise? Running outside to see. Trkr!!! Where are you? PB, VB, what’s going on? Spider!!! someone!!! anyone!!! Am I dreaming again?
Well Spiderettes we are not in Kansas anymore (or maybe we are).
Oh look the road is a golden color and Ogre and tree have landed on someone with some really ugly knee high socks and funny looking shoes.
Hey, what’s with all the short people?
Oh no, we are in the land of Ooze. (The cartoon version of Oz).
See, I told you we are not in Kansas anymore.
GBS, if you are dreaming I hope you are having good dreams, if you are awake, I hope well… whisper
Trkr
Trkr… Whispering in that ear of yours… You like that, huh… Ok, lets get all of the kidlettes, and off to the land of fun and adventure. Don’t worry Trkr, after dark…
I’ll keep my promise…
GBS that tickles when you whisper in my ear.
All the assorted cast clasp arm in arm and start to skip along the gold plated brick road and sing a happy tune.
What adventures await our cartoon friends in this strange land of Ooze?
Tune in next time and find out.
Trkr
Spider and spiderettes practice the Ooze skipping stroll, and keep tripping over each others legs, and fall off the gold-bricked path into . . .eewwwww. . . ooze.
GirlBySea’s braids keep smacking Vestal Blue in the face, but it doesn’t seem to hurt him and makes a tinny, hollow sound. Trkr, who seems to be dressed all in rags, looks like he just came out from behind a haystack. Hmmmmm. There seems to be straw on GBS’s pretty blue jumper and in her shiny red slippers. Purplebear will help you get that straw off your dress, GBS.
Ogre, who has grown a mane, fangs and a tail, hauls the slimy spider clan out of the ooze, and then steps back several paces (Ogres have sensitive noses) and falls off the other side of the path into that stuff.
Overhead the sky darkens with thousands of crazed bees riding thousands of irate bats. Someone in the distance is cackling “Fly, my pretties. fly!”
We’re off to see the Hoser,
The wonderful Hoser of Ooze,
We hear he is a whiz of a Hoser,
If ever a Hoser there was.
Or something like that.
(Great VB has no heart and I got no brain. Thanks Spidey)
Oh what kind of flowers are over there in that field?
Trkr
Spider and family love pretty flowers, and these smell sooooo mellow. Each spider picks a flower to rest on, just for a while, and falls asleep. The cartoon quartet of VesTin Blue, GirlBy, Strawtaker and Ogrowler continue to the Rhinestone City, unaware of their sleeping arachnid friends.
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At the gate to the city, a familiar (purple) face is handing out purple spectacles to all who enter.
Meanwhile, that witch is stirring up trouble, as witches often do. . .