Ye New Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong's Head Cantina - After Hours

[Gryphin]

:: Walks in, Looks around, Is amazed at what a simple Super Sticky ball will do.
Can Taz read? clearly labled on the outside:
"Not to be taken internaly"

[Gryphin]

Well, this is post 901.
Are we going to close this at 1000?

[Growltigga]

Dick Dastardly has tripped over Penelope Pitstop and is fighting her on the floor of the cantina, at least, I think they are fighting

Do not fear however, the Hair Bear Bunch have taken up pursuit and along with He-Man, Tom and Butch, Hong Kong Phooey, Foghorn Leghorn, Growltigga and Barry, that dratted drink-stealing business-ruining good-for-nothing ratbag Ragnarok is about to get his Fimbulvinter RIGHT UP the bifrost and no mistake...

The chase continues with Ragnarok dressed up as a giant mouse...

And in true British style (and as it is such an effective form of vermin control), on sight of a mouse, it is time to put on your Sunday best, let loose a pack of cats (tigers in this case), cry "Tally Ho" and hunt the bugger till he is ripped in twain.. HAAALLLLOOOOOOOOO

[Growltigga]

TAALLLLLLYYYYYY HHOOOOOOOOOOOO

A terrified, abject but reasonably rapid Ragnarok charges down the stairs of the cantina, onto the dancefloor, across the bar area and into the kitchen, pursued by a red jacketed Growltigga mounted on Barry, blowing a trumpet and shouting "HALLLOOOOOOOOOOOO" at the top of his voice, closesly followed by a snarling pack of vicious tigers, numerous carton characters and for some inexplicable reason, a full chorus line doing high kicks.......

[tesco samoa]

I think that we should close this one at 1200.

We will increase it by 200 each time...

We don't want some BAB5 thread beating us do we

Change of thought.

We close it right after we pass BAB5..

[Growltigga]

HALLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

We wont close this thread until we have caught Ragnarok and hung him up by the short and curlies!!!

TALLLLYYYYY HOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[Trajan]

Trajan ducks into the cantina, after another in a yet a long string of interviews with the disney company. Noticing the hallabalooooo that is currently happening, Trajan grabs a cold Bass Ale from the bar and sits down to enjoy the show.

pursued by a red jacketed Growltigga mounted on Barry, blowing a trumpet and shouting "HALLLOOOOOOOOOOOO

You mounted Barry? no that must be a site to behold. No wonder you are blowing a trumpet in celebration.

Cheers!
Trajan

[mac5732]

Stage right;;; Baron Grazic running towards the exit, aahahhh I made it, I made it, he laughs to himself and THEN.... Taz, who is trying to put his jaw back together, see GT and the rest of the posse in hot pursuit, looks over and sees the Baron, a shiny glint appears in his blood shot eyes, Hey he didn't sign for that mug, He looks down, and presses a green button benethe the bar, He smiles.... Stage Left,
The Baron is at the exit, he laughs out loud, I'm outta here and I did it, (However, he fails to notice the shiny blinking light above the exit door, nor does he notice a trap door opening over head and a large cylinder protruding out. Its the heavy duty, electro, super Discomboobulator... Just as Baron Grazic reaches the door, a oranges beam strikes him square, He screams as his torso wrenchs itself inside out with his inniards now on the outside looking in....as his brain tissue starts to rotate at the top, 2 FWB walks up with what appears to be cream pies fromt the pie dispenser, they both let go at the same time, SPALLETER, SPLATTER.. Taz, chuckling, goes back to watching the racing posse, NO ONE GETS A MUG WITHOUT SIGNING FOR IT... He yells out loud,.... Stage left, the gooey mess at the exit has attracted what appears to be some of Dogscoffs minions, they are grinning and starting to lick at the pile of internal organs on the outside, they smile, huge teeth appear, tongues start swishing back and forth.....

[Growltigga]

Trajan, I mounted Barry with a ladder..

and mounted in the sense of riding him rather than any smutty disney-esque connotations you are coming up with young man...

anyway... must dash, HAALLLLOOOOOOOO

a terrified Ragnarok, still with mouseketeer ears on, sprints from the kitchen out onto the patio, only seconds ahead of the snarling hullaballoo of frenzied tigers, which have now been joined by the killer mongoose pack GT had been keeping in the kitchen, closely followed by the chinese stir-fry chef, the Swedish commis-chef and the Morroccan snake-charmer who was sorting out 'that' problem with the dish washer, all chased by myriad cartoon characters, the chorus girls and for some strange reason, the whole Brazilian 1998 world cup squad and associated samba band, and of course, Growltigga in his hunting pinks riding on armour plated Barry the T Rex brings up the rear, blowing his horn for Britian

HALLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[Gryphin]

He is doing the "hunting" thing because there is a debate in England about ending Fox Hunting