And The Story Goes On...... - Page 2

15 posts and he still isn't in kolumbeea...sheeeesh.

3 days and night had passed - misserable ones at that. Fred did not loose hope as Dora climbed over the Frost band mountains into the land of Columbeea and just on the hozizon he saw the great feilds he had so eagerly sought.

The Shaman replied, "I want an eye from the most beautiful cat in the country, 10 old shillings, 8 frogs legs and a sample of your hair". "What??!!" shouted Fred Al Gor with utter disgust, "How do you expect me to get these outrageous demands?" The Shaman sat down and just stared at him for awhile,"If you love her as much as you say you do then nothing will get in your way to have her back." Fred slowly walked out of the Shaman's place and knew what he was saying was true but how on earth was he to get these crazy item?...............

Scratching his bald head he wandered back towards his boat the lovely Dora............

(Hey I R Me it seems its just you and me playing this funny game?)

Fred's will waivered these thoughts of the past kept jumping into his mind and he did not even remember landing his flying boat. He gathered himself and guided Dora into the air once again to the feilds that laid beyond where he was so close to getting the secret ingredient.

( yeah it looks like just you and me but it is fun - it reminds me of playing Dungeons& Dragons)

We have done something similar to this a while back which may have tired everyone out of this concept.

Here is the link, try not to laugh too hard.

http://www.captaincynic.com/thread.php3/thrdid=12793-u-frmid=18

(My bad I was following the story a few threads back, damn my computer!)

Apon his arrival Fred Al Gor had obtained all ingrediants except the eye from the most beautiful cat in the country. And that was why he was in the country of the BeUtiFulL Kat, the name kind of led him there. Funny enough right beside him a meow set off.

Fred suddenly realized his folly and shook his head saying to himself "Man I really have to lay of the snail wine and all that root beer - now I am halucinating!"
"well what the hell I am going back home with all these secret ingredients- I am going to make that damned cookie and show the world that no one messes with a gnome!"

With his heart in his throat Fred Al Gor walked back to good old Dora, jumping back in he noticed a little note stuck to his steering wheel. It read:

Dear Mr Al Gor,
Your presence is needed at

Dear Mr Al Gor,
Your presence is needed at
the annual Gnome tossing competition
at Imod Island next wednesday!
Dress casual and wear non scuff shoes
Tossing will comence at 1pm with free drinks
and apot luck dinner to follow
-This years theme Cookies and Milk[/i]

P.S. Dont forget your suitcase!
Fred chuckled with glee, the Annual Gnome Tossing event was the most talked about event in the country and boy did he love it. Last year he came 2nd in the Men's slingshot pull.

And last year's winner met an untimely accident - apparently he choked to death on a cookie of all things... So the evil cookie plan would have to wait as fred hopped into Dora and off he went south to Imod Island

His journey was taking its toll on old Fred as he clung to his steering wheel he started having visions of his lady love and him playing roulette down at the local park.
Shaking himself out of the daydream, he swung quickly to the left causing Dora to chug and blow smoke.

He looked yonder to the west gazing at the setting sun and there on the very horizon he could make out the siloutte of an island- that was where he needed to be. He gently turned dora in that direction and soon they could rest before the big competition.

Arriving at the air dock of the island(forgot the name sorry) Fred sighed in relief. His feet finally touching grass he wandered off towards the festivities for some much needed R&R.

"Oh Fred there you are Ive been waiting days and nights for ya!" said a voice just to the side of Fred. Fred turned around,..................