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Jurassic Krap 3: part 17
By CeratosPit
Last time... Billy died, and the rest of the survivors met up with some familiar cameos. The Bowmans!
Grant: Who are you?
Bowmen: Paul Bowmen. My wife Diedre and I were searching for our lost daughter, Kathy. Have you 3 seen her?
Grant: No, I'm afraid not.
Amanda: How did you folks wind up here, anyway?
Diedre: Well, we took our yacht up river. *She moves aside a branch to show Grant and the Kirbys the magnificent yacht in the river* But yesterday, our daughter and entire crew have mysteriosly vanished.
*Grant, Eric and Amanda notice Paul Kirby on top of the yacht, signing for them to sneak over and hijack the thing (use your imagination)*
Bowmen: I say, it's like a bloody consPiracy! Where did everybody go? And where did all these giant iguanas come from?
Eric: Oh! Wait! A little girl named Kathy? Yeah, she was back there with a bunch of sailors at that Children's Television Workshop!
Amanda: Oh, of course! It must have slipped our minds!
Diedre: Oh thank Heavens! Where is this workshop.
Grant: Just go straight that way for about a half a mile.
Bowman: We can't thank you enough! Come along Diedre!
Diedre: Farewell! And thank you ever so much!
Eric: Don't mention it!
*The three wait for the British couple to get out of sight and burst into laughter. They run up to Paul in the yacht*
All 4: SUCKERS!!! HA ha Ha hA!
*The foursome sails on down the river. As the sun goes down, they see intermingling herds of sauropods and paras and gallis and a whole bunch of other veggisaurs as Tim used to refer to them. They look on and don't even notice the Brachiosaurus on a trampoline behind them*
Brachiosaur: CANNONBALLLLLLLL!!!
*SpLASH! He crushes the yacht, but then, just like in cartoons, we fade into another scene that takes place later and everyone is alright. Paul is at the helm, but he hears something. He shuts off the engine*
Paul: Anybody else hear that?
*The satellite phone rings in the distance*
Grant: The sPykosaurus!
Eric: No, it's coming from in there.
*Eric points to a massive toilet on shore. Paul pulls the yacht over so he and Grant can investigate*
Grant: Quickly! It must be inside!
*Paul and Alan dive into the toilet and the latter surfaces with a clean sat phone in hand*
Paul: All this water must have washed the poop off!
Grant: Ha Ha! Aren't we lucky?
*Amanda calls over from the yacht*
Amanda: Paul! Dr.Grant! Look out!
*Lumbering out of the woods with a newsPaper in hand, a Ceratosaurus sits on the bowl*
Ceratosaur: Ohhh, man do I gotta *sigh* yeaaaaah.
Paul & Grant: NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
*Oblivious to the men inside, the Cerat opens his paper and takes a massive dump on them*
Ceratosaurus: Aw, Man! I shouldn't have had all that Mexican food! Or that little British Girl... *sigh*
2 B Continued...
2/26/2002 5:24:34 PM
(Updated: 2/26/2002 5:31:50 PM)
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