Okay, I really need to get to bed, but I thought I'd post this... I remember something from the other boards where a story was told by many FoLCs, five words at a time. I don't know if anyone is interested in doing this again, but I thought it would be fun and since I didn't get to participate in the last one... (Yes, RL was keeping me busy at the time.) Anyway, I'd like to start another one. Again, I'm not sure if there will be any interest, but I thought I would try. Here goes nothing...
Lois Lane drove her jeep...
Oh, I like this idea!
Lois Lane drove her jeep...
. . . over the steep cliff. SPLAT!
NO! Don't hurt me, I'll behave.
. . . past The Daily Planet building.
directly into Suicide Slum. There....
was Bobby Bigmouth eating a
Jose
burrito with slaw and a
LabRat
pizza on the other hand.
Jose
No extra capsicums!!! Lois, you...
. . . really should have that THING . . .
checked out. You never know...
Jana
how much you need capsicums
Bobby said as he watched
Jana
her staring at her watch,
--
Great idea!
AnnaBtG.
wondering how long it would
be until Clark came to
Jana
bring more food for Bobby.
At that moment, far above
. . . "whoosh!" and a sonic boom.
A few seconds later, Clark
of Swiss chocolates causing Lois
reach inside. She then found
pounds of swiss cheese, she...
who eagarly ate more cheese
along with the swiss chocolate.
"Now tell me, Bobby, what
us about?" Lois asked curiously.
LabRat
"Well, it's kinda complicated, but
AnnaBtG.
I heard Intergang want your
goldfish dead before tomorrow or
they will kill the ficus."
Jana
"Nuts", said Clark. "Whatta ficus!"
"No! Not my goldish!" Lois
LabRat
(especially not if he's called Kay! <g>)
"Your choice," said Bobby, munching . . .
"They wouldn't really kill the
especially not if he's called Kay!
Awww, thanks! <g>
I think this story is getting a bit confused. Anyway, I continue from Blayne's post:
--
ficus, would they? I mean...
--
AnnaBtG.
"Lois, You kill the ficus
"No! Not my goldish!" Lois
"Your choice," said Bobby, munching . . .
Okay, we have a gap in the narrative here. So, just to cap it off:
"No! Not my goldfish!" Lois gasped.
"Your choice," said Bobby, munching...
LabRat
cheese, hungrily eyeing the goldfish.
The story so far:
--version 1--
Lois Lane drove her jeep over the steep cliff. SPLAT!
--version 2--
Lois Lane drove her jeep past The Daily Planet building, directly into Suicide Slum. There was Bobby Bigmouth eating a burrito with slaw and a pizza on the other hand.
"No extra capsicums!!! Lois, you really should have that THING checked out. You never know how much you need capsicums," Bobby said as he watched her staring at her watch, wondering how long it would be until Clark came to bring more food for Bobby.
At that moment, far above the city, there was a "whoosh!" and a sonic boom.
A few seconds later, Clark showed up holding a bag of Swiss chocolates causing Lois to grab the bag and reach inside. She then found what appeared to be ten pounds of swiss cheese, she tossed the bag to Bobby who eagarly ate more cheese along with the swiss chocolate.
"Now tell me, Bobby, what did you want to see us about?" Lois asked curiously.
"Well, it's kinda complicated, but I heard Intergang want your goldfish dead before tomorrow or they will kill the ficus."
"Nuts", said Clark. "Whatta ficus!"
"No! Not my goldfish!" Lois gasped.
"Your choice," said Bobby, munching cheese, hungrily eyeing the goldfish.
"They wouldn't really kill the ficus, would they? I mean..."
"Lois, You kill the ficus
--
and that's me:
--
every time you don't water
--
AnnaBtG.
it"...seeing Lois' look Clark...
[WHOOPS!
Sorry, my bad! Thanks for the fix, Labby!]
. . . turned back to Bobby, "Why . . .
would they want my fish?"
South Africa or something. But
maybe they were hungry for
goldfish stew," Bobbie muttered, mouth
watering.
Clark decided to change
the subject. "Bobby, if you
keep eating all that food...
you're going to get sick.
"Nah, I'm not" Bobby replied.
"Speak for yourself Bobby" Lois
grumbled as she gave him
Jana
"Yea he's the illegitimate son...
. . . would Max Deter want with . . .
...A goldfish and a dead...
ficus? Be realistic! What he
Jana
...wants is kill you both!
way this conversation is headed.
" Clark said. "Maybe we should
and water your plant."
Lois
thought that he was right,
Continuity error. Anna, do you want to change your post so it will go? Either that or someone else can pick it up from where Smallville girl left off...
Jana
Try inserting this between Smallville Girl's bit and Anna B the Greek's bit...
Lois giggled and said she
"How about your place instead?"
Jana, I don't think there is a continuity error.
Smallville's Girl post:
-
and water your plant." Lois
-
And that's where I continue:
-
thought that he was right,
-
But Melisma's idea is good, too.
AnnaBtG.
(Starting from what I think is the latest 5-word phrase: "How about your place instead?")
--------------------
Clark was pleasantly surprised. "But
planning to get a haircut
. . . the crack of dawn. Well . . .
you'r right Clark let's go!"
"Oh no!" cried Clark, "Not
until we have an answer...
ran over that elephant with
absolutely the most abhorrent man
...a joke, he's really...
extremely like Dan Scardino who
Just a story update. I keep forgetting what's happened in it. <g>
The story so far:
--version 1--
Lois Lane drove her jeep over the steep cliff. SPLAT!
--version 2--
Lois Lane drove her jeep past The Daily Planet building, directly into Suicide Slum. There was Bobby Bigmouth eating a burrito with slaw and a pizza on the other hand.
"No extra capsicums!!! Lois, you really should have that THING checked out. You never know how much you need capsicums," Bobby said as he watched her staring at her watch, wondering how long it would be until Clark came to bring more food for Bobby.
At that moment, far above the city, there was a "whoosh!" and a sonic boom.
A few seconds later, Clark showed up holding a bag of Swiss chocolates causing Lois to grab the bag and reach inside. She then found what appeared to be ten pounds of swiss cheese, she tossed the bag to Bobby who eagarly ate more cheese along with the swiss chocolate.
"Now tell me, Bobby, what did you want to see us about?" Lois asked curiously.
"Well, it's kinda complicated, but I heard Intergang want your goldfish dead before tomorrow or they will kill the ficus."
"Nuts", said Clark. "Whatta ficus!"
"No! Not my goldfish!" Lois gasped.
"Your choice," said Bobby, munching cheese, hungrily eyeing the goldfish.
"They wouldn't really kill the ficus, would they? I mean..."
"Lois, You kill the ficus every time you don't water it.”
Seeing Lois’ look, Clark turned back to Bobby. “Why would they want my fish?”
“Must be a delicacy in South Africa or something. But maybe they were hungry for goldfish stew,” Bobby muttered, mouth watering.
Clark decided to change the subject. “Bobby if you keep eating all that food, you’re going to get sick.”
“Nah I’m not,” Bobby replied.
“Speak for yourself, Bobby,” Lois grumbled as she gave him a photo of a thug. “Do you know this man?”
“Yeah, he’s the illegitimate son of Lex Luthor. But what would Max Deter want with a goldfish and a dead ficus? Be realistic! What he wants is to kill you both!”
“Lois, I don’t like the way this conversation is headed,” Clark said. “Maybe we should go back to the Planet and water your plant.” Lois giggled and said she thought that he was right.
“How about your place instead?”
Clark was pleasantly surprised. “But I thought you were planning on getting a haircut.”
“Are you nuts? No way. You know what I go and do every Tuesday at the crack of dawn. Well I need to do it. You’re right, Clark, let’s go!”
“Oh no!” cried Clark. “Not until we have an answer as to why Max Deter ran over that elephant with your jeep, Lois. He is absolutely the most abhorrent man I know, and that’s not a joke. He’s really extremely like Dan Scardino who...
couldn't get himself a date
was desperately searching for that
.....Rimbaldi painting but hadn't had....
... kind of loosed it and...
,amazingly enough, steadying on it's
...wooden frame before it fell...
...off the window, hitting a...
passing mild-mannered telegraph operator
...who was immediately knocked into...
The middle of next week....
...and got amnesia for three...
minutes. "I don't understand why...
...everybody looks at me like...
...a retarded duck when I...
have no idea what's going...
These things just keep happening
Clark cried, wringing his hands
Covering his hands with hers...
Lois kissed Clark and then...
began cutting her hair off.
Tank (who is sorry but he could resist only so long)
---
Quite satisfied with the result,
---
AnnaBtG. (laughing out loud with Tank's idea, although she should've expected it)
Lois ran her hands through
Clark's cape, which he had
...also shortened, mimicking her hairstyle.
cried the telegraph operator who
disgust, asked Bobby for backup.
Bobby just stared at them...
then asked "Why did you..."
"kill the ficus? Are you..."
I think it may be time for a recap (with my five words added at the end):
Lois Lane drove her jeep past The Daily Planet building, directly into Suicide Slum. There was Bobby Bigmouth, eating a burrito with slaw and a pizza on the other hand.
"No extra capsicums!!! Lois, you really should have that THING checked out. You never know how much you need capsicums," Bobby said, as he watched her staring at her watch, wondering how long it would be until Clark came to bring more food for Bobby.
At that moment, far above the city, there was a "whoosh!" and a sonic boom. A few seconds later, Clark showed up holding a bag of Swiss chocolates, causing Lois to grab the bag and reach inside. She then found what appeared to be ten pounds of swiss cheese. She tossed the bag to Bobby, who eagarly ate more cheese along with the swiss chocolate.
"Now tell me, Bobby, what did you want to see us about?" Lois asked curiously.
"Well, it's kinda complicated, but I heard Intergang want your goldfish dead before tomorrow or they will kill the ficus."
"Nuts," said Clark. "Whatta ficus!"
"No! Not my goldfish!" Lois gasped.
"Your choice," said Bobby, munching cheese, hungrily eyeing the goldfish.
"They wouldn't really kill the ficus, would they? I mean..."
"Lois, You kill the ficus every time you don't water it.”
Seeing Lois' look, Clark turned back to Bobby. “Why would they want my fish?”
“Must be a delicacy in South Africa or something. But maybe they were hungry for goldfish stew,” Bobby muttered, mouth watering.
Clark decided to change the subject. “Bobby if you keep eating all that food, you're going to get sick.”
“Nah I'm not,” Bobby replied.
“Speak for yourself, Bobby,” Lois grumbled as she gave him a photo of a thug. “Do you know this man?”
“Yeah, he's the illegitimate son of Lex Luthor. But what would Max Deter want with a goldfish and a dead ficus? Be realistic! What he wants is to kill you both!”
“Lois, I don't like the way this conversation is headed,” Clark said. “Maybe we should go back to the Planet and water your plant.” Lois giggled, and said she thought that he was right.
“How about your place instead?”
Clark was pleasantly surprised. “But I thought you were planning on getting a haircut.”
“Are you nuts? No way. You know what I go and do every Tuesday at the crack of dawn? Well, I need to do it. You're right, Clark, let's go!”
“Oh no!” cried Clark. “Not until we have an answer as to why Max Deter ran over that elephant with your jeep, Lois. He is absolutely the most abhorrent man I know, and that's not a joke. He's really extremely like Dan Scardino who couldn't get himself a date, until he met the love of Jimmy's life."
Now he was desperately searching for that Rimbaldi painting, but hadn't had the guts or nerve to chop it up, so he kind of loosed it and it teetered a bit before, amazingly enough, steadying on its wooden frame, before it fell off the window, hitting a passing mild-mannered telegraph operator, who was immediately knocked into the middle of next week, and got amnesia for three minutes.
"I don't understand why everybody looks at me like a retarded duck, when I have no idea what's going on or who I am. These things just keep happening, and it makes me mad," Clark cried, wringing his hands.
Covering his hands with hers, Lois kissed Clark, and then began cutting her hair off. Quite satisfied with the result, Lois ran her hands through Clark's cape, which he had also shortened, mimicking her hairstyle.
"Get a room, you two!" cried the telegraph operator who, giving them a look of disgust, asked Bobby for backup.
Bobby just stared at them, then asked "Why did you kill the ficus? Are you members of the Anti-Ficus Club?"
Consortium for Prevention of Cruelty
To Ficuses. You have violated
Code 1001 which states that
"Ficuses are Endangered, Protected species"...
...your lawyer is Antoinette Baines.
---
"Oh, no! You gotta be
---
AnnaBtG.
kidding!" Bobby screamed. "She's a...
... 'plant-diet enforcement law' defender!!
that defending hungry old me...
I'd surely starve! Save me
Odd. There was a post from Jen and Rivka about a plot and now, it doesn't even show. Never mind.
I'll surely starve, save me
"Here, catch!" Lois said, throwing...
(It was a
separate thread, Cyad.
)
. . . the kitchen sink. "Oops, where . . .
(Sorry, but I couldn't resist.
)
, "Here today, gone tomorrow," she
(It was a separate thread, Cyad. )
Oops! thanks for the link
"here today, gone tomorrow," she...
...exclaimed, eating a DFC Bar.
"Mmm... Clarkie would you like
"a bite before Bobby tries..."
, holding it away from Bobbie
..."No thanks, I prefer doughnuts..."
without holes if you don't
Okay, time for a recap, my five words are added at the end... So here's the story so far:
Lois Lane drove her jeep past The Daily Planet building, directly into Suicide Slum. There was Bobby Bigmouth, eating a burrito with slaw and a pizza on the other hand.
"No extra capsicums!!! Lois, you really should have that THING checked out. You never know how much you need capsicums," Bobby said, as he watched her staring at her watch, wondering how long it would be until Clark came to bring more food for Bobby.
At that moment, far above the city, there was a "whoosh!" and a sonic boom. A few seconds later, Clark showed up holding a bag of Swiss chocolates, causing Lois to grab the bag and reach inside. She then found what appeared to be ten pounds of swiss cheese. She tossed the bag to Bobby, who eagarly ate more cheese along with the swiss chocolate.
"Now tell me, Bobby, what did you want to see us about?" Lois asked curiously.
"Well, it's kinda complicated, but I heard Intergang want your goldfish dead before tomorrow or they will kill the ficus."
"Nuts," said Clark. "Whatta ficus!"
"No! Not my goldfish!" Lois gasped.
"Your choice," said Bobby, munching cheese, hungrily eyeing the goldfish.
"They wouldn't really kill the ficus, would they? I mean..."
"Lois, You kill the ficus every time you don't water it.”
Seeing Lois’ look, Clark turned back to Bobby. “Why would they want my fish?”
“Must be a delicacy in South Africa or something. But maybe they were hungry for goldfish stew,” Bobby muttered, mouth watering.
Clark decided to change the subject. “Bobby if you keep eating all that food, you’re going to get sick.”
“Nah I’m not,” Bobby replied.
“Speak for yourself, Bobby,” Lois grumbled as she gave him a photo of a thug. “Do you know this man?”
“Yeah, he’s the illegitimate son of Lex Luthor. But what would Max Deter want with a goldfish and a dead ficus? Be realistic! What he wants is to kill you both!”
“Lois, I don’t like the way this conversation is headed,” Clark said. “Maybe we should go back to the Planet and water your plant.” Lois giggled, and said she thought that he was right.
“How about your place instead?”
Clark was pleasantly surprised. “But I thought you were planning on getting a haircut.”
“Are you nuts? No way. You know what I go and do every Tuesday at the crack of dawn? Well, I need to do it. You’re right, Clark, let’s go!”
“Oh no!” cried Clark. “Not until we have an answer as to why Max Deter ran over that elephant with your jeep, Lois. He is absolutely the most abhorrent man I know, and that’s not a joke. He’s really extremely like Dan Scardino who couldn't get himself a date, until he met the love of Jimmy's life."
Now he was desperately searching for that Rimbaldi painting, but hadn't had the guts or nerve to chop it up, so he kind of loosed it and it teetered a bit before, amazingly enough, steadying on its wooden frame, before it fell off the window, hitting a passing mild-mannered telegraph operator, who was immediately knocked into the middle of next week, and got amnesia for three minutes.
"I don't understand why everybody looks at me like a retarded duck, when I have no idea what's going on or who I am. These things just keep happening, and it makes me mad," Clark cried, wringing his hands.
Covering his hands with hers, Lois kissed Clark, and then began cutting her hair off. Quite satisfied with the result, Lois ran her hands through Clark's cape, which he had also shortened, mimicking her hairstyle.
"Get a room, you two!" cried the telegraph operator who, giving them a look of disgust, asked Bobby for backup.
Bobby just stared at them, then asked "Why did you kill the ficus? Are you members of the Anti-Ficus Club?"
"No we're members of the Consortium for Prevention of Cruelty To Ficuses. You have violated Code 1001 which states that 'Ficuses are Endangered, Protected species', so you are under arrest,your lawyer is Antoinette Baines."
"Oh, no! You gotta be kidding!" Bobby screamed." She's a 'plant-diet enforcement law' defender!! I can't have anyone like that defending hungry old me, I'd surely starve! Save me!"
"Here, catch!" Lois said, throwing a big plastic bag at the kitchen sink. "Oops, where did he go," she asked. "Here today, gone tomorrow," she exclaimed, eating a DFC Bar.
"Mmm... Clarkie would you like "a bite before Bobby tries to eat it," Lois said, holding it away from Bobbie.
"No thanks, I prefer doughnuts without holes if you don't mind, but cinnamon-flavoured," Clark...
said giving Lois a smile.
residual sugar flakes from a
cheek with his tongue
"Mmm...I'll take chocolate like
. "Me too," she replied, before
pulling his face toward her
..large collection of Kerth awards
(Hi by the way - this is great)
before kissing him senseless. "There,"
that's much better. Now we
the half-dead ficus on Perry's
and was waving a gun
PS: there's a repetion with 'she had'...two extra words to the next poster?
1000000 candles with his Superbreath
(Ok so where were these candles)
in his mind. An idea
presented itself to him, and
hula dance around Lois who
---
just stared at him, amazed.
---
AnnaBtG.
Suddenly Baines fainted. Clark stopped
dancing and blew freezing breath
to make sure she wouldn't
Clark. Baines went to jail.
Ok can someone sum up the story again. I forgot where we were<g> Laura
Lois Lane drove her jeep past The Daily Planet building, directly into Suicide Slum. There was Bobby Bigmouth, eating a burrito with slaw and a pizza on the other hand.
"No extra capsicums!!! Lois, you really should have that THING checked out. You never know how much you need capsicums," Bobby said, as he watched her staring at her watch, wondering how long it would be until Clark came to bring more food for Bobby.
At that moment, far above the city, there was a "whoosh!" and a sonic boom. A few seconds later, Clark showed up holding a bag of Swiss chocolates, causing Lois to grab the bag and reach inside. She then found what appeared to be ten pounds of swiss cheese. She tossed the bag to Bobby, who eagarly ate more cheese along with the swiss chocolate.
"Now tell me, Bobby, what did you want to see us about?" Lois asked curiously.
"Well, it's kinda complicated, but I heard Intergang want your goldfish dead before tomorrow or they will kill the ficus."
"Nuts," said Clark. "Whatta ficus!"
"No! Not my goldfish!" Lois gasped.
"Your choice," said Bobby, munching cheese, hungrily eyeing the goldfish.
"They wouldn't really kill the ficus, would they? I mean..."
"Lois, You kill the ficus every time you don't water it.”
Seeing Lois’ look, Clark turned back to Bobby. “Why would they want my fish?”
“Must be a delicacy in South Africa or something. But maybe they were hungry for goldfish stew,” Bobby muttered, mouth watering.
Clark decided to change the subject. “Bobby if you keep eating all that food, you’re going to get sick.”
“Nah I’m not,” Bobby replied.
“Speak for yourself, Bobby,” Lois grumbled as she gave him a photo of a thug. “Do you know this man?”
“Yeah, he’s the illegitimate son of Lex Luthor. But what would Max Deter want with a goldfish and a dead ficus? Be realistic! What he wants is to kill you both!”
“Lois, I don’t like the way this conversation is headed,” Clark said. “Maybe we should go back to the Planet and water your plant.” Lois giggled, and said she thought that he was right.
“How about your place instead?”
Clark was pleasantly surprised. “But I thought you were planning on getting a haircut.”
“Are you nuts? No way. You know what I go and do every Tuesday at the crack of dawn? Well, I need to do it. You’re right, Clark, let’s go!”
“Oh no!” cried Clark. “Not until we have an answer as to why Max Deter ran over that elephant with your jeep, Lois. He is absolutely the most abhorrent man I know, and that’s not a joke. He’s really extremely like Dan Scardino who couldn't get himself a date, until he met the love of Jimmy's life."
Now he was desperately searching for that Rimbaldi painting, but hadn't had the guts or nerve to chop it up, so he kind of loosed it and it teetered a bit before, amazingly enough, steadying on its wooden frame, before it fell off the window, hitting a passing mild-mannered telegraph operator, who was immediately knocked into the middle of next week, and got amnesia for three minutes.
"I don't understand why everybody looks at me like a retarded duck, when I have no idea what's going on or who I am. These things just keep happening, and it makes me mad," Clark cried, wringing his hands.
Covering his hands with hers, Lois kissed Clark, and then began cutting her hair off. Quite satisfied with the result, Lois ran her hands through Clark's cape, which he had also shortened, mimicking her hairstyle.
"Get a room, you two!" cried the telegraph operator who, giving them a look of disgust, asked Bobby for backup.
Bobby just stared at them, then asked "Why did you kill the ficus? Are you members of the Anti-Ficus Club?"
"No we're members of the Consortium for Prevention of Cruelty To Ficuses. You have violated Code 1001 which states that 'Ficuses are Endangered, Protected species', so you are under arrest,your lawyer is Antoinette Baines."
"Oh, no! You gotta be kidding!" Bobby screamed." She's a 'plant-diet enforcement law' defender!! I can't have anyone like that defending hungry old me, I'd surely starve! Save me!"
"Here, catch!" Lois said, throwing a big plastic bag at the kitchen sink. "Oops, where did he go," she asked. "Here today, gone tomorrow," she exclaimed, eating a DFC Bar.
"Mmm... Clarkie would you like "a bite before Bobby tries to eat it," Lois said, holding it away from Bobbie.
"No thanks, I prefer doughnuts without holes if you don't mind, but cinnamon-flavoured," Clark said giving Lois a smile.
He reached over to wipe residual sugar flakes from a DFC bar off of Lois's cheek with his tongue "Mmm...I'll take chocolate like this any day, he said.
"Me too," she replied, before pulling his face toward her large collection of Kerth awards before kissing him senseless. "There, that's much better. Now we must take a look at the half-dead ficus on Perry's desk. What do you think Ms Baines?" For she had joined the mob and was waving a gun in both of their faces.
Clark quickly blew out a 1000000 candles with his Superbreath in his mind. An idea presented itself to him, and caused him to begin to hula dance around Lois who just stared at him, amazed.
Suddenly Baines fainted. Clark stopped dancing and blew freezing breath to make sure she wouldn't try to dance with him. Lois rolled her eyes at Clark.
Baines went to jail.
Bobby looked shocked at Clark,
"New mating ritual right Clark?"
Clark laughed. "Ya think so?"
No, I was distracting her,
PS Thanks for posting the story Saskia.
No, I was distracting her,
so she wouldn't worry about
and have Lois shoot Baines
Hmm maybe the sentance should say "and have her shoot Baines.
Bobby understood it all now.
get something to eat. I'm
--
starving, and seeing Bobby eating
--
AnnaBtG.
is helping either" Lois said
"How does Chinese sound?" Clark
...asked Lois while Bobby frantically...
pocket of his jeans and...
his shirt pocket. "Thai sounds
(Just couldn't let this one die...)
James
terrific, thanks!" Bobby answered, leaving...
(sorry for the lack of inspiration, but can't resist my gambling side)
X-Mas Carole
--
Lois stunned. "He asked
me,
--
AnnaBtG.
Bobby, not you, you idiot!
Oh c'mon, I want some!
________
My first try
________
Ignoring Bobby, Clark grabbed Lois
kissed her, "I'm hungry for
something, but it's not Thai..."
[Welcome to the boards, Tlat!! -Wanda]
Clark embraced Lois, gently murmuring...
[Laura and I have our minds in the gutter... this is quickly spiraling towards nfic!]
j/k -Wanda
Lets take this somewhere else.
( You got that right Wanda<g>)
Bobby asked, "Where're we going?"
Lois promptly knocked Bobby out.
[NICE one, Laura!! -W.D.]
Taking Clark by the hand,
Lois Lane drove her jeep past The Daily Planet building, directly into Suicide Slum. There was Bobby Bigmouth, eating a burrito with slaw and a pizza on the other hand.
"No extra capsicums!!! Lois, you really should have that THING checked out. You never know how much you need capsicums," Bobby said, as he watched her staring at her watch, wondering how long it would be until Clark came to bring more food for Bobby.
At that moment, far above the city, there was a "whoosh!" and a sonic boom. A few seconds later, Clark showed up holding a bag of Swiss chocolates, causing Lois to grab the bag and reach inside. She then found what appeared to be ten pounds of swiss cheese. She tossed the bag to Bobby, who eagarly ate more cheese along with the swiss chocolate.
"Now tell me, Bobby, what did you want to see us about?" Lois asked curiously.
"Well, it's kinda complicated, but I heard Intergang want your goldfish dead before tomorrow or they will kill the ficus."
"Nuts," said Clark. "Whatta ficus!"
"No! Not my goldfish!" Lois gasped.
"Your choice," said Bobby, munching cheese, hungrily eyeing the goldfish.
"They wouldn't really kill the ficus, would they? I mean..."
"Lois, You kill the ficus every time you don't water it.”
Seeing Lois' look, Clark turned back to Bobby. “Why would they want my fish?”
“Must be a delicacy in South Africa or something. But maybe they were hungry for goldfish stew,” Bobby muttered, mouth watering.
Clark decided to change the subject. “Bobby if you keep eating all that food, you're going to get sick.”
“Nah I'm not,” Bobby replied.
“Speak for yourself, Bobby,” Lois grumbled as she gave him a photo of a thug. “Do you know this man?”
“Yeah, he's the illegitimate son of Lex Luthor. But what would Max Deter want with a goldfish and a dead ficus? Be realistic! What he wants is to kill you both!”
“Lois, I don't like the way this conversation is headed,” Clark said. “Maybe we should go back to the Planet and water your plant.” Lois giggled, and said she thought that he was right.
“How about your place instead?”
Clark was pleasantly surprised. “But I thought you were planning on getting a haircut.”
“Are you nuts? No way. You know what I go and do every Tuesday at the crack of dawn? Well, I need to do it. You're right, Clark, let's go!”
“Oh no!” cried Clark. “Not until we have an answer as to why Max Deter ran over that elephant with your jeep, Lois. He is absolutely the most abhorrent man I know, and that's not a joke. He's really extremely like Dan Scardino who couldn't get himself a date, until he met the love of Jimmy's life."
Now he was desperately searching for that Rimbaldi painting, but hadn't had the guts or nerve to chop it up, so he kind of loosed it and it teetered a bit before, amazingly enough, steadying on its wooden frame, before it fell off the window, hitting a passing mild-mannered telegraph operator, who was immediately knocked into the middle of next week, and got amnesia for three minutes.
"I don't understand why everybody looks at me like a retarded duck, when I have no idea what's going on or who I am. These things just keep happening, and it makes me mad," Clark cried, wringing his hands.
Covering his hands with hers, Lois kissed Clark, and then began cutting her hair off. Quite satisfied with the result, Lois ran her hands through Clark's cape, which he had also shortened, mimicking her hairstyle.
"Get a room, you two!" cried the telegraph operator who, giving them a look of disgust, asked Bobby for backup.
Bobby just stared at them, then asked "Why did you kill the ficus? Are you members of the Anti-Ficus Club?"
"No we're members of the Consortium for Prevention of Cruelty To Ficuses. You have violated Code 1001 which states that 'Ficuses are Endangered, Protected species', so you are under arrest,your lawyer is Antoinette Baines."
"Oh, no! You gotta be kidding!" Bobby screamed." She's a 'plant-diet enforcement law' defender!! I can't have anyone like that defending hungry old me, I'd surely starve! Save me!"
"Here, catch!" Lois said, throwing a big plastic bag at the kitchen sink. "Oops, where did he go," she asked. "Here today, gone tomorrow," she exclaimed, eating a DFC Bar.
"Mmm... Clarkie would you like "a bite before Bobby tries to eat it," Lois said, holding it away from Bobbie.
"No thanks, I prefer doughnuts without holes if you don't mind, but cinnamon-flavoured," Clark said giving Lois a smile.
He reached over to wipe residual sugar flakes from a DFC bar off of Lois's cheek with his tongue "Mmm...I'll take chocolate like this any day, he said.
"Me too," she replied, before pulling his face toward her large collection of Kerth awards before kissing him senseless. "There, that's much better. Now we must take a look at the half-dead ficus on Perry's desk. What do you think Ms Baines?" For she had joined the mob and was waving a gun in both of their faces.
Clark quickly blew out a 1000000 candles with his Superbreath in his mind. An idea presented itself to him, and caused him to begin to hula dance around Lois who just stared at him, amazed.
Suddenly Baines fainted. Clark stopped dancing and blew freezing breath to make sure she wouldn't try to dance with him. Lois rolled her eyes at Clark.
Baines went to jail.
Bobby looked shocked at Clark, "New mating ritual right Clark?"
Clark laughed. "Ya think so? No, I was distracting her, so she wouldn't worry about
the fact that Lois might try to get the gun and have her shoot Baines."
Bobby understood it all now. "Now what do we do?"
"How about we go and get something to eat. I'm starving, and seeing Bobby eating isn't helping either," Lois said.
"How does Chinese sound?" Clark asked Lois while Bobby franticallylooked for crumbs in the pocket of his jeans and his shirt pocket.
"Thai sounds terrific, thanks!" Bobby answered, leaving Lois stunned. "He asked me ,Bobby, not you, you idiot!"
"Oh c'mon, I want some!"
Ignoring Bobby, Clark grabbed Lois, kissed her. "I'm hungry for something, but it's not Thai..."
"MMMM Me too," Lois said.
Clark embraced Lois, gently murmuring, "Lets take this somewhere else."
Bobby asked, "Where're we going?" Lois promptly knocked Bobby out.
Taking Clark by the hand,
---> mine: she started in the direction
toward his apartment.
"We're here"
she announced, taking off her
[Thanks Julie, that was a BIG help!!!! -Wanda]
shoes and moving toward him
surrendering to her kisses. Slowly,
She took a few steps back
('a' doesn't count as a word, does it?)
and asked sultrily, "Clark are
you ready for some investigating?
"Lois, I've dreamed of this
since forever." He tightened his
grip around her small waist,
from the next room. "Lois,
..."Clark, it's the answer phone."
Ignoring it, he kissed her
lovingly, tenderly, but she still
into her bedroom, keeping her
self attached to his mouth.
"Lois!" Jimmy's cries and knocks
startled the couple from their
passionate embrace. "Jimmy?" Clark asked
"How could he always know
exactly when to interrupt us?"
Lois sighed. "Just a minute,
Shirtless, she answered the door.
and poked her frowning face
(Um there was an end to that sentance Ethnica, should we change it to:)
She poked her frowning face,
(now my five words)
looked down and realized that
Laurach, re the period, once I cleaned my contacts, I found it
. Good catch.
Anyway,
if she opened that door
(Wanda!
*Me points finger at you* that was certainly unexpected
)
while I get dressed, Jimmy!"
"Quick Clark, hide!" Lois exclaimed.
"Tell him you're sick," Clark
Taking a deep breath, she...
Carole
/wondering what happened to Clark
:
"Tell him you're sick," Clark
answered the door. Jimmy stepped
stepped in asking "Where's Clark?"
"Hunting seals in Groënland" Lois...
snapped, slamming the door in
Jimmy's face. Jimmy knocked again
So have you guys given up on this story. Who wants to sum it up? Laura
OK I'll end it.
*******************************
Jimmy told Lois that he was just delivering files that she had asked him to get on the case she was investigating.
"Is that all?" Lois asked.
"Yeah ,why? I get the feeling you are hiding something, or someone. Come on out CK I know you are in there."
"Yes Jimmy I am, what do you want?" Clark said as he came out tucking himself in.
"Um", Jimmy looked Clark up and down and noticed that he was putting himself together. "Nothing Ck, I see you guys are , um, busy, so I'll just go leave you two alone."
Lois closed the door and turned to Clark.
"Now", she said with a hungry look in her eyes. "Where were we?"
...and they lived happily ever after?
The End
OK I just couldn't leave this lame story hanging here unfinished. But feel free to overwrite my ending and continue where we were.