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Seems Bert was bait. A lone salty seaman, living on the beach, would be perfect prey for whatever scallywag came by. Fred, who only acted like a jerk due to a minor concussion, was waylaid and netter and giving a major concussion. Three days later, when he finally healed, he was put to work scrubbing the poop deck of the great ship ANAASLALBLGHWOP (pronounced 'Dirty Deeds'). Owned by none other then the Dread Pirate Lots! "Oh, cheese!" Fred swore. Well, cheese was a vulgar swear word in the language of the animal men. Anywho, Fred scrubbed and mopped as the ship sailed merrily through miles of seaweed. It was a cloudy, cool day. The wind felt good on Fred's back. In the distance, Fred could see other, low-quality ships that had foundered in the seaweed and been ravaged by pirate ships, storms or the dreaded Cannibal Seagulls. Every man on the sea feared the Cannibal Seagulls for they wrecked everything in their efforts to eat each other. Fred scrubbed. Suddenly...
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