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[plumsmum2005]

"Take us to the nearest airport if you value your life!"

 

[Allee]

The tourist by now had discovered his mistake, alerted by the strong smell of pond-scum, the iridescent skin, the eyes. He was extremely alarmed and desperate to get the creatures out of his SUV.

"I'll not take you to any airport! There is world wide ban on Loch Ness Monster travel! Transporting a hatchling gang is......

 

[plumsmum2005]

. . . dangerous man, gosh I could even lose my life!" "Hey and were am I goin' t' get this here vehicle cleaned of all this slimy stuff?" "My ol' lady is goin' t' 'ave kittens, we gotta pick up her mother in an hour!"

Fed up with all the earache the hatchling gang decided to try other avenues and . . .

 

[Allee]

....being ravenously hungry from their recent imprisonment within the emerald eggshells, they fell upon the cranky driver and amid much snarling, scratching and ripping of flesh they had him for an afternoon snack. Their appetites satisfied they flagged down a concert tour bus with plenty of room for everyone and a rock and roll band complete with instruments.

"We're going to Disneyland!"
"No, we're going to Vegas!"
"Let's climb Everest!"
"Yellowstone!"
"Shut up, you fools, we're going to......

 

[Terry57]

...see our Mom, Nessie, who is way across the pond! Thinking quickly, they climbed through the windows of the bus, holding on for dear life and flapping their wings, soon achieving lift off. They passed a plane on the way, waved at Scott, and then....

 

[Anansi]

... followed in the wake of his jet, so they might rest their wings a bit on the long flight to Scotland. Seething vermilion eyes narrowed with terrible intent, twenty-four all told, focused beyond the airplane before them and to the destination ahead.

Those who had cruelly spirited their mother away would pay, one and all, for their dark witchery. For why else would a mother abandon her twelve hatchlings other than ensorcellment of one kind or another?

A flick of their serpentine tongues tasted the scent of their prey. Several of their enemies were close, now, dancing and cavorting about with their mother and tragically unsuspecting of her children's swift and stealthy approach.

And so the Reptilian Dozen banked left, taking their leave of Scott and his plane, and tucked their wings in tight as they dove silently through the night.

As one they flexed their obsidian claws, then opened their terrible jaws and shouted into the night...

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[Taw5106]

...Vegas Baby! The motorist said "I'm heading in that direction." and off they went. The motorist asked, "What's happening in Vegas?" The largest one with the feathers on his head said...


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[RavensGryf]

..."Stop asking questions, or you'll end up like the last guy that gave us a lift!" Tired and cranky from flying for so long (after just hatching ), the largest one continued shouting at the driver "just shut up and take us the rest of the way to Scotland!" The other hatchlings growled in agreement.

The outspoken driver snapped back "I can't drive you to Scotland! How the hell am I supposed to drive across the English Channel?!

The hatchlings got their heads together and started whispering, then nodding in agreement. Finally one spoke up and said...

 

[plumsmum2005]

"There is no way we can make it across the Atlantic to Scotland so let's go to Vegas!" Another one said "yay, Vegas", he didn't have the brains of the others.
So the feathered one said "OK if we can't go to her, we will have to work on getting her to come to us, won't we?"

Back in Scotland ....

 

[Scott]

.... Queen Elizabeth II relaxed on holiday at Balmoral Castle. One of her assistants read of the hatchling's plight and hatched a plan to assist. The Sovereign declared "take my private aircraft and make it available to them unconditionally!"

 

[Allee]

....the partiers partied on! The disheveled wizard, still a darker shade of green sipped a fresh G&T in the shade and watched the revelry with a wary eye. The nefarious chupacabra, recently returned with friends from his journey through the galaxy was intent on winning the heart of Nessie, certain she was hatched for him and him alone. Perched high above the party in the uppermost branches of a dark tree, a Ducorps Cockatoo sat on a comfortable branch dangling her red clad feet and whispering to herself, "This isn't going to end well at all".

Nine of the original twelve Nessie offspring soared through the clouds on their way to Scotland to meet their monster mommie for the very first time. One of the hybrid reptiles glancing over his wing, discovered three of his scaly flock mates had vanished from their spots in the flight formation. Hooligans, no doubt the three had turned back for a visit to Vegas. Not happening, the self appointed flock master quickly ordered two of his better pilots to go on a search and return mission. Hovering in midair he shouted so loud he could be heard from earth, "Don't come back without them! Bite off their ears if you have to, bring them back bloody but alive! While you're in Vegas, look up....

 

[BIRDIGIRL]

The Casinos for those three were addicted to the poker tables and you will probably find them there. However in arriving in Vegas the pilots found that the monsters had lost heavily at the poker tables and had been thrown into Jail until they paid their debts so a telegram was sent to Queen Elizabeth for help and she decided to sell the Crown....

 

[Scott]

.... Grand Punch Bowl, and it was flown to Vegas and auctioned off to a very high bidder. The proceeds sprung the Monsters, and even provided a nice bankroll for an additional night of wild gambling. Thankfully there were no further losses, but a surprising celebrity encounter....

 

[BIRDIGIRL]

With wrench 13 and his band made the monsters think of food and that they were hungry and would eat wrench13 and his band for lunch but then the band began to play and Salty sang with them and the monsters forgot they were hungry and shouted Encore... Encore... Encore... we want to hear more, sing some more Salty, sing some more the monsters shouted but

 

[Allee]

...just then a Royal Messenger arrived in the casino with a cage fit for a velociraptor and a a team of monster wranglers, the Royal Messenger shouted, "By order of The Queen, we are here to seize one of Nessie's Cubs and declare it a royal treasure to be escorted back to the Queen's Rose Garden to live out it's days in luxury, in exchange of course, for the Royal Punch Bowl!

Needless to say, after the announcement, had a Royal Pin been dropped it would in all likelihood be heard by all.

Salty, the bravest of pirates, whispered to his dad, that he had no desire to be an item on a monster menu or to entertain the depraved group of smelly creatures any longer, no, Salty would prefer to have his handsome face on billboards and his name in lights all over Vegas and he preferred to do it from his comfy spot on his dad's shoulder.

Meanwhile back in Scotland.....

 

[BIRDIGIRL]

The Wizard Hotstuff was huffin and puffin he was fuming that sll the action was happening in Vegas while he had been left at home to babysit Nessie and as he paced to and fro he began to conjure up a plan to

 

[plumsmum2005]

build a casino by the banks of Loch Ness and then if that really took off he would expand his empire and build another one by the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond also. We have to keep these creatures occupied somehow! He called a good friend, The Duke of Westminster and put his plan to him. Hotstuff took another sip of his G&T and thought I hope I am not becoming alcoholic? The D of W was very keen on the casino plan and said building would start immediately. Hotstuff was delighted.

 

[Terry57]

He decided to switch to Champagne to celebrate, and called for a glass of the best bubbly that could be found. He decided that he would have to enlist many to help with the building of the new casino and texted Mr. Biggles to see if he could round up a crew. Mr. Biggles replied...

 

[BIRDIGIRL]

Dear Hotstuff, in response to your recent text I am unsure whether it is possible now in the light of the Brexit referendum whether I can travel to Scotland or not myself to join in the building of all the Bonnie Bonnie Banks of Lough Lomond, but I will try. I think if I fly under the radar at the borders they might not see me and thats just getting me to Belfast in Northern Ireland after that I have to fly accross the sea to Scotland. If the Eurocrats dont capture me I should be in Scotland for breakfast. I have also texted Amy and BB and Salty and Nigel and Buzz and Sammy and Sawyer and a whole lot of feathered friends asking them to come and join us there so keep Nessie muzzled as we dont want her planning any parrot stew for dinner. We shall make your idea fly Hotstuff in more ways than one. PS I forgot to ask is there a basketball court in your plan Hotstuff...if not you will have to build one

 

[Terry57]

Hotstuff replied,"Basketball court? I am originally from Canada and we have a hockey rink...will that do? As far as getting here, perhaps Scott and Gabby can help you to fly under the radar." Mr. Biggles immediately called...