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Post by Dark Beauty on May 20, 2008 11:44:33 GMT -8
Sugarplum burst into laughter at the happenings, though she did feel slightly bad for Pulcher. Slightly. "Git ye up, youngin'!!! Gimblyfyre be right! Thur turrible danjeruss!" She smacked a cookie with the back of Helga as she flew through the mine-field toward Fizzle, who was looking very upset at Gimblefyre.
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Post by Zeffa! on Jun 7, 2008 4:16:01 GMT -8
Gimble didn't let the women's responses affect his victorious glamour for the moment. "So, how do we stop this thing? They're firin' from tha ooven right? So d'we just smash the thing ta bitsies?"
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jul 11, 2008 9:30:58 GMT -8
"Tha's MAI plan!" Sugarplum yelled from across the room. "Ah don' ken how else we could stop 'em!"
Fizzle looked thoughtful for a moment as she ducked under a shooting cookie. "Well, I think the oven has a thinggy on it to make it stop... but getting to it would be a nightmare. And I don't know what button to push."
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Post by Raiku on Jul 11, 2008 9:42:34 GMT -8
Pulcher limped towards the others, using his toothpick as a bit of a walking stick. Granted, it was slightly bigger than the average one, but it did it's job well enough. "Alright...Well, we probably ought to stop the flow of these things before anything else. Any ideas how to get up there?"
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jul 11, 2008 19:41:51 GMT -8
"Plan o' battle!!!!" Sugarplum yelled, simultaniously dropping to the countertop on the other side of the pan she and Fizzle were hiding behind. Her dress poofed around her. "Come on, Fizzly! You gotta drop!"
Fizzle played along, but only because another cookie hurdled her way. They kept making popping noises as they exploded out of the oven.
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