MacNairCDC
Denise? Is that you?
So, we're remodeling the dungeon, now? Goodies!
"Oh, Methos? We need that backhoe key..."
VidaliaCDC
*Methos politely handed ... the backhoe key to MacNair*
Vidalia's jaw dropped to her chest, "Methos, why did you just hand MacNair the backhoe key?"
He shrugged, "She asked for it?"
Vidalia rolled her eyes in exasperation,
"I will never understand you! From the moment I got here, you have been desperately vying to get the key from hayden and now you just hand it to MacNair, no fight no fuss?!"
"Maybe I'm mellowing," he spouted, slumping further down into the pool chair.
Vidalia thought a moment and then with a gasp she reached over and poked Methos soundly in his ribs, "You had a copy made, didn't you?"
A sardonic grin danced fleetingly across his mouth, "The same day I had an extra set of *your* truck keys made."
"Methos!!!!!!!!"
MacNairCDC
Duncan leaned over the edge of the pool near Vidalia's floaty. "Don't you worry your little head, VidaliaCDC." (He said her new title with much aplomb.) "I re-keyed your truck this morning and the backhoe will be next."
"Goat headed Scot," grumbled Connor from where he floated between Sharz and Denise, who were feeding him chips and dip. "You re-keyed MY horse trailer first thing the next morning! After you knew I'd spent thirty seven dollars on new keys!"
"HA!" laughed Duncan. "I fixed you good this time. The keyman re-keyed it and never even made the key that would open it!"
"WHAT?!" Connor lunged away from the floaties after his kinsman.
Duncan sprinted away on the deck.
"Hey, get AWAY from me!" yelled Methos, balancing brew and cookies and nachos on his lap.
lahoffyCDC
"Oh, goody! A foot race between the boys!" lahoffy said as she leaned over to snag a cookie from Methos. "Haven't seen one of those in ... oh ... half a day, at least!"
VidaliaCDC
*reaching out and pulling Duncan down within kissing range, she placed a very noisy peck against his sculpted cheek*
"My hero, Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod!"
MacNairCDC
Duncan grinned down at Vidalia and whispered, "It's part of my restitution for being grumpy about you sneaking in. There'll be more, but--" he darted a look at Connor, who was nearing the edge of the pool, "--I've got to go now."
Connor lunged out of the water and slipped on the footing in his hurry. Duncan took that moment to skirt the snack table, jump the cooler of brews, and take cover behind the pagoda.
Methos hunkered over his snacks and hoped he would escape Connor's approach as well....
VidaliaCDC
Vidalia's mouth went dry at Duncan's words and the butterflies in her stomach morphed into rhinos with attitudes.
Her eyes grew round at the sight of a tight wet hiney when Connor came out of the pool, his Speedo riding up over and into places she could only dream about...
lahoffy screeched when Connor lost his footing and toppled right into Methos, spilling his beer and sending chips and tacos riding on a huge wave towards the pool dwellers....
Duncan roared from behind the snack table...
lahoffyCDC
The beer ended up in the pool where Puff lay in wait. He'd known that sooner or later, there would be beer and the little dragon happily slurped it up, emitting only a tiny belch of flame as he finished. He glanced hopefully at the pale-skinned one wishing for more and knowing he was the one that always gave him beer.
Methos clutched the last plate of cookies to his chest as he shoved Connor away from him. "Bloody sheep-shagging barbarian Scots! Has there ever been a par-tay where you two haven't managed to spill my BEER???"
"Give over those cookies, old man, before someone gets hurt." lahoffy said, trying to snake a hand between the plate and the chest in search of a cookie. Being late bites, just as I'm finally going to get some food, into the pool it goes.
MacNairCDC
Connor slipped, slid, clutched the umbrella pole over the snack table for support, and glared in the direction of the pagoda.
"Ha!" said the bamboo and wood.
"Dammit, Duncan," said Connor and he groped for the nearest thing to heave at the face that peered out from behind the lattice.
"Con-nor!" shouted lahoffy, watching what was happening.
"Hey!?" shouted Vidalia and Denise in unison.
"At least it's not my BEER!" announced Methos.
Connor picked up the plate of Hostess Ding Dongs and hurled it, plate and all, at Duncan. The plastic platter flew like a Frisbee and launched thirty-two hockey puck sized mini Frisbees on its way!
"AGGHH!" said the pagoda.
VidaliaCDC
Vidalia sighed hoping that there was no rule about exactly *who* had to clean up the huge mess that was being made by one slightly tipsy Scot wearing red Speedos and launching plates full of pastries at his kinsman.
Connor had just grabbed for the bowl of guacamole when Vidalia yelled,
"Connor, wait!"
Pausing in mid toss, Connor stopped and looked back at Vidalia, "Yes, lass?"
"I have a horse trailer I can let you borrow and I had the specialized towing package installed on my truck?"
Connor's eyes twinkled, "That's kind of you, lass, but this is an on-going battle and I need to teach this young git a lesson."
"You, and who's blithering army?" was the voice bellowing from the pagoda.
Methos muttered something about barbaric traits never being completely bred out and shoved his beer hat back down on his head more securely.
lahoffyCDC
Vidalia stared in awed fascination as the food fight escalated. Somebody had slipped Duncan a supply of M&M's, (Denise claimed innocence, but when the M&M's yelped every time they were tossed, everyone knew exactly where they'd come from), marshmallows (k'lynn's merry giggle was heard following their appearance), and a passel of mangos. (All CDC'ers claimed innocence on this one, but Methos knew differently).
"Does this happen every Par-Tay?" Vidalia asked quietly.
MacNair peeked out from her hiding spot behind Richie's lounger long enough to answer. "Nope, guess the boys wanted to do something special for your induction." She yelped as a wayward Ding-Dong splatted perilously close to her feet and quickly ducked back into hiding.
"Did they have to choose a food fight?" lahoffy whined. "I still haven't had any munchies!"
At that moment, a mango whizzed by her head to land with a sploosh into the pool. "Thanks!" she called out, snagging her prize and retreating to the furthest end of the pool.
....meanwhile...in another thread, but no less neglected...the following conversation was recorded....
DeniseCDC from Kansas City
Sat Aug 2 2003
It's me!
Say, where do you think Methos hides the backhoe key?
lahoffyCDC
Good question! Maybe we need to search him to find it?
Thoroughly.
Completely.
Close scrutiny required.
Can I be first???
VidaliaCDC
Key...key where *did* he hide the key.... lahoffy drove straight into Methos' catching his middle with Denise right behind her, flinging herself on his long legs.
Vidalia was too astonished to move and glanced over at MacNair, "Should we help?"
MacNairCDC
"Let's see," said MacNair. "lahoffy has the middle and Denise has his legs. He'll tickle lahoffy, but she's experienced with tickling. He'll try to kick Denise off, but she has a grubby eight-year-old boy. 'Nuff said. I think we should wait a bit..."
"Okay..." Vidalia didn't sound like that was the answer she was really looking for.
"Unless, the Par-TAY girl would *like* to wrestle Methos on the pool deck?"
Vigorous nodding was the only answer.
MacNair crunched one last chip and brushed her hands off. "Okay, then. We're going in!"
*dive*
*crunch*
"OW!*"
"Oops?"
VidaliaCDC
Vidalia could not see anything in from her position in the tangle of bodies. But they still held Methos captured.
Somehow lahoffy's hair was in her mouth and someone's toe was tickling her ear.
And Methos' hand was... "Hey, Methos, stop that .... ooooo?"
"What?!?! Whatzz he doing?" lahoffy called out pulling her hair from Vidalia's mouth.
"He's pinching my behind!"
~finis~
August 2, 2003
Vidalia's Induction Par-TAY shenanigans!
[Posted the next morning]
MacNairCDC ...staggering in blind and wild haired...
Sun Aug 3 2003
I see the board is still here, and STILL slow and obstinate! I think there's a ding-dong stuck in the main server somewhere.... drat you, Connor!
Hey, how did the plastic tub of beers get heaved way out there in the pool? You know Methos doesn't like the water very well....hmmmmm.
Denise has a mango slushy headache and doesn't want to be disturbed until 12. Unless you're Connor. Wearing leather. *listens* Or nothing.
Vidalia is celebrating in the dungeon with Duncan, who is figuring out all her secrets. I heard him whine about an hour ago that she keeps making up more secrets to discover.
How'd those seven Super-soakers end up on the roof like that? Hayden's going to have a fit!
Yoo-hoo, lahoffy? Par-TAYS over dear, we need that floaty. *listens* I know, I know, you never think you get enough time in it, but really, there'll be another par-TAY soon. *listens*
How soon? Well, school is coming and by that time, all of us moms will need a par-TAY!
Merry morning, all you pranksters...
lahoffyCDC-blinking sleepily and clutching floaty
Wazzat?
Mmf...I think somebody slipped something into that last mango slushie I had, I haven't slept that hard in a long time!
What you mean the Par-Tay's over?? I was just getting started. *pout* What am I supposed to do with all this leftover wikkedness, huh?
I heard that, Richie...but I think it's your turn at cleanup detail.
Off to find some mayhem SOMEWHERE in this compound!
cleanup crew (alias, the One and Only lynnannCDC)
Reclaimable materials had been safely stored away, but the party had ranged far and near, and the only way to handle it in a timely fashion was horsepower (no Methos, not horseman power, relax)
BrRRRrrRRummmm-buummm- bumm-bumm!
The mini bull dozer hummed near the edge of the pool area, and then it moved in a straight line scooping up two discarded super soakers, three bent lawn chairs, one twisted wheel chair and anything else that remained in its path.
The machine halted at the far end, the driver shifted gears and backed up, spinning, and headed back the way it had come, capturing a broken mango crate, a half dozen party hats, and just missed the immortal picking through the rubbish.
"Watch where you're going, Ryan!"
"Who says I wasn't?" the youngster catcalled. "Whatcha looking for, anyway?"
"Your head, if you don't watch out!"
The bulldozer spun around again and headed back. Two deflated innertubes (the spare floaties for the in-pool dining), a wheelless wheel chair and something bright and colorful were deposited at the far end.
"heer dey r, connie," the closet imp crowed, snatching up the red speedos, and she danced on the bulldozer, the speedos twirling in the air. "i winz! i winz!"
"What do you win, k'lynn?" Richie grinned at his rhyme, the bulldozer idling while he watched her prance about.
"Connie! Hez ahl myn!"
Richie noted the smug grin on the Scots face. "You wanted her to find them, didn't you?"
"Of course. Most of the time, it's the only place I can get any rest around here." k'lynn scrambled onto his shoulders and urged him toward her closet. "If you run out of garbage bags, there are more in the pantry."
"Yeah, right!" the young immortal muttered. "When I grow up, I want to be just like him! Sneaky and underhanded!"
The bull dozer spun around and headed for more refuse.
MacNairCDC
BWAHAAHAAA 2~
This sounds like Connor and his horse trailer! Is this going to Methos' pet machine? Or Duncan's or Richies?
Why is it nicknamed an 'ASV' out of curiosity? Around here, it'd have to be named an
PPP-U Post Par-TAY Picker Upper
ASD Anti Scot Device
AID Anti Immortal Device
ARDT Anti Richie Destruction Tool
MRV Mayhem Redistribution Vehicle
PCC POD Cleanup Contraption
....okay, okay, I'll quit.
(PS: how come Methos can't grapple Vidalia? Is that in the rules?) Scrambles for CDC rule book...
I don't see anything in here about Methos being forbidden to grapple anyone around here--except lahoffy when her Halo is humming and even that says only, "Proceed with extreme caution."
???
:)
And Vidalia's still not around today ... is she still unwrapping secrets for Duncan?
VidaliaCDC
*crash - rattle - boink*
Duncan's laughter coupled with Vidalia's giggles floated up from the stone steps that lead up from the dungeon into the hallway ....
After her Induction party had been began to wane down, Duncan had thrown Vidalia over his shoulder and carried her down the stairs leading to the dungeon for some *torture* because she refused to explain in detail just how Connor's thumb was injured ... but she had volunteered to reenact how the injury came about which sent Connor and MacNair into a hoots and howls of laughter and made lahoffy's halo zing and sing, while Methos opened one beer soaked eyed and managed a half grin.
When the laughter suddenly turned into yowls of pain Connor jumped from the pool chair upsetting MacNair's huge glass of Merlot -- she and the ladies were taking bets on long he could balance the glass on his tummy while being tickled by pacem with her long blue feather ....
hayden was taking pot shots at his open mouth with her
whisky filled super soaker.....
lynnann had stuffed rainbow colored marshmallow between his toes and k'lynn was removing them very slowly one by one ...
Duncan's yowls had turned to curses and seemed now to be coming from underground....
Connor's keen hearing lead him down the stairs to the basement of the compound. The ladies were right behind him.
*klink klink klink*
The sound grew louder and louder until the all of the ladies and Connor stopped ....
Suddenly a square from the floor before them lifted and a dark, tousled, grungy Highlander appeared from the flooring ....
Looking back over his shoulder he caught the sight of his kinsmen and the ladies with open mouths and looks of pure astonishment on their faces ....
Duncan had the grace to blush as the CDC'ers and one clansman started howling in laughter ....