Post by Freakke on Dec 15, 2010 21:13:28 GMT -6
Mr Happy, Was Holly Jolly Clown
He Had a Painted Face and a Heart of Gold
And a Cloth of Chloroform
And all the Children Know
To Shout STRANGER DANGER
Happy Loves You
--- Somewhere in a Shanty Like Roadside Bar in the Wide Expanses of Northern Canada ---
The Loggers and Truck Drivers who frequented the said establishment were used to a humdrum life with drifters and wannabe woodsmen coming and going frequently. They never lasted long though. The one who walked through the door would be no different...except, he was all kinds of different.
The man had a wide brimmed hat upon his brow and wore an old fur lined duster coat with the collars turned up. Not much of his face could be seen but the fellow looked sickly pale, white almost. With a short but steady stride, the man walked up to the bar and sat down. This outlandish figure drew the attention of everyone without so much as saying a word. A moment passed before he looked to the bar keep and said...
”I would like three milks, a strawberry shake, twenty six mini burgers, 9 Extra Big Fries, Pie in Every Flavor you got,Four Soups of the Day,Three Chef Salads,Breadsticks,BaconWrappedHam,ACalzone,CheeseSticks,AndADietCoke.”
The bar keep eyed the stranger up and decided the bloke was mad. That's when he noticed the face paint. Mr. Happy turned back to the door.
”Do you guys want anything?”
”Yes, Happy. We just want a map.”
Mr. Happy looked at the bar keep and then around the bar.
”I don't think map is on the menu.”
“We have a map son.”
”We'll have three orders of that. It sounds delicious.”
The bar keep shook his head and scuttled off. Happy sat twiddling his thumbs and waited for the food. He was joined shortly by a man with a lazy eye, a wooden leg, and a hunch.
“Are ya goin North son?”
”Your not my Dad!....right?”
“It's an expression. Any how, I know of a boat that can take you to the North Pole.”
”YAY! Boat!”
“Yer not the least bit interested in how I know what yer up to?”
”Nope.”
“Alright boy, I will ride with ye and aide ye on yer quest.”
”OK.”
The old seaman nodded his head once and sat at the bar.
“I hope me eye doesn't bother ya. Been useless since WWII. Lost it in a fist fight with a shark.”
”Cool!”
“I'll just put on me eye patch then.”
The old codger pulled out an eye patch and slipped it on his head. After a quick adjustment, he had it snug over his seemingly good eye.
“How do I look?”
”Aww, sweet a Pirate!”
“You can't prove anything. International waters and all that. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”
”OK.”
A waitress came out and hollered from the kitchen door.
“Who ordered the whole friggin menu? Your foods ready.”
”That'll be me!”
“Do you want us to bring it out bit by bit or to just toss it all in a wheel barrel for you?”
”To go please. We're gonna save Christmas.”
“Sure ya are hun.”
Mr. Happy smiled as they wheeled out several boxes of hastily thrown together food. With his precious cargo and the old man loaded aboard, the group of odd men continued Northwards. Freakke and Hexx both kept quiet about the new hitchhiker and the funds of their adventure being depleted in one meal. The trip was gonna be a long one.
To Be Continued...
He Had a Painted Face and a Heart of Gold
And a Cloth of Chloroform
And all the Children Know
Happy Loves You
--- Somewhere in a Shanty Like Roadside Bar in the Wide Expanses of Northern Canada ---
The Loggers and Truck Drivers who frequented the said establishment were used to a humdrum life with drifters and wannabe woodsmen coming and going frequently. They never lasted long though. The one who walked through the door would be no different...except, he was all kinds of different.
The man had a wide brimmed hat upon his brow and wore an old fur lined duster coat with the collars turned up. Not much of his face could be seen but the fellow looked sickly pale, white almost. With a short but steady stride, the man walked up to the bar and sat down. This outlandish figure drew the attention of everyone without so much as saying a word. A moment passed before he looked to the bar keep and said...
”I would like three milks, a strawberry shake, twenty six mini burgers, 9 Extra Big Fries, Pie in Every Flavor you got,Four Soups of the Day,Three Chef Salads,Breadsticks,BaconWrappedHam,ACalzone,CheeseSticks,AndADietCoke.”
The bar keep eyed the stranger up and decided the bloke was mad. That's when he noticed the face paint. Mr. Happy turned back to the door.
”Do you guys want anything?”
”Yes, Happy. We just want a map.”
Mr. Happy looked at the bar keep and then around the bar.
”I don't think map is on the menu.”
“We have a map son.”
”We'll have three orders of that. It sounds delicious.”
The bar keep shook his head and scuttled off. Happy sat twiddling his thumbs and waited for the food. He was joined shortly by a man with a lazy eye, a wooden leg, and a hunch.
“Are ya goin North son?”
”Your not my Dad!....right?”
“It's an expression. Any how, I know of a boat that can take you to the North Pole.”
”YAY! Boat!”
“Yer not the least bit interested in how I know what yer up to?”
”Nope.”
“Alright boy, I will ride with ye and aide ye on yer quest.”
”OK.”
The old seaman nodded his head once and sat at the bar.
“I hope me eye doesn't bother ya. Been useless since WWII. Lost it in a fist fight with a shark.”
”Cool!”
“I'll just put on me eye patch then.”
The old codger pulled out an eye patch and slipped it on his head. After a quick adjustment, he had it snug over his seemingly good eye.
“How do I look?”
”Aww, sweet a Pirate!”
“You can't prove anything. International waters and all that. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”
”OK.”
A waitress came out and hollered from the kitchen door.
“Who ordered the whole friggin menu? Your foods ready.”
”That'll be me!”
“Do you want us to bring it out bit by bit or to just toss it all in a wheel barrel for you?”
”To go please. We're gonna save Christmas.”
“Sure ya are hun.”
Mr. Happy smiled as they wheeled out several boxes of hastily thrown together food. With his precious cargo and the old man loaded aboard, the group of odd men continued Northwards. Freakke and Hexx both kept quiet about the new hitchhiker and the funds of their adventure being depleted in one meal. The trip was gonna be a long one.
To Be Continued...