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Jurassic Krap 3 part 3
By sPit
And so, Grant, Billy, the Kirbys and a few of their Mercenary pals have been whisked away on a plane flying over to Isla Sorna. On board, an exhausted Dr.Alan Grant is asleep in his seat as they approach the island.
"Alan... Alan..." whisPers a voice. Dr.Grant just barely hears it enough to open his eyes a little bit. These same eyes widen in horror once he sees who awakened him. A horrible talking Velociraptor! "'EY, YO WHATS CRACKIN', BITCH?" greets the revolting reptile as it's jaws close in on Grant's face which is too in shock to scream. So the man and raptor passionately kiss.
This is when the Paleontologist starts to wake up (in real life) and realize that he's kissing Nash, the black mercenary. Nash manages get out of Grant's embrace. "MUTHAF*KKA, I'M A KILL YOU!" yells the angered merc. Paul and Billy have to hold him back.
"AGH!" yells a surprised Grant."I'm sorry! I thought you were a dinosaur!"
"Whoa there, big guy!" says Mr.Kirby.
"Yeah, calm down Nashy." adds Cooper, a fellow Merc sitting behind Grant and Billy.
"Just what was you planning to do on that island anyway?" Nash asks Alan before he returns to the cockpit. Alan looks slightly confused by what he just said.
"So Cooper," asks the inquisitive Billy, "How do you know the Kirbys?"
The Neo-nazi Merc with a swastica on his forehead and a necklace made from human fingers shines his AK-47. "Uh, through our bible club." he explains.
Alan grant, obviously worried, asks aloud "On that island? Wait, Nash, whaddya mean 'On That Isl--'"
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN," interrupts Udesky from the cockpit, "THIS IS YOUR PILOT SpEAKING. DUE TO TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES BEYOND OUR CONTROL, WE WILL HAVE TO MAKE AN UNSCHEDULED LANDING ON ISLA SORNA."
Grant can't believe this. "What 'Technical Difficulties'?"
Billy, a little frightened points out the window to answer his question. "There's a Cookie Monster on the wing!"
And sure enough, there is. The blue beast waves his arms in the air. "My God, I'd almost forgotten..." comnent Grant, increduously."...My Hysterical Fear Of Muppets! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!"
Amanda, sitting in front of them, turns back. "Dr.Grant! Please, restrain yourself!"
Cookie Monster presses his face up against the window.
"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!"
"This oughta 'restrain' him." says an irritated Cooper pulling out a powerful looking handgun.
BLAM! With a pull of the trigger, he blows Alan's head clear off. And everything fades to black.
2 B continued...
1/5/02 12:00:18 PM
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