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Post by rikimaru on Apr 26, 2006 10:43:13 GMT -8
"Dolts. Thick skulled. Dimwits. The lot of ye I swear. How'd you seal this thing anyway!" Khorg mutteredas h continued to glance it over.
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Post by Thistle on Apr 27, 2006 11:15:30 GMT -8
"I dunno we just did." Thistle replied. "Your strong. we arnt. Oven is closed. We need it open. you strong. we not. Can you see our dilemma yet? Look all we want is for you to open the oven. I promise that if we get in trouble I wont even mention ylur name unless we get some horrible punishment. And if we get through it OK then I'll make sure you get your name praised for helping us make the best cookies ever."
The pixie grabbed Howard and whispered something into his ear. The two then looked at Khorg with the bigghest pleading puppydog eyes that they could muster.
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Post by rikimaru on Apr 27, 2006 13:08:13 GMT -8
Khorg shook his head. "I was never here...and dibs on the first batch." He said as he tugged the oven open for them.
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Post by Zeffa! on Apr 27, 2006 14:34:57 GMT -8
Gimble cheered, and moved to the end of the cookie sheet, with all the dough on it. He began straining, trying to lift it up.. quite unsuccessfully.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Apr 27, 2006 14:40:59 GMT -8
Sugarplum giggles happily and Fizzle sighs a breath of relief.
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Post by Zeffa! on May 9, 2006 7:33:58 GMT -8
Frowning, gimble put his back into it, managing to lift the tray an inch off the ground. It was enough to get the tray shoved onto the lip of the oven door. Hoping it wouldn't slide when he let go, the fey ran around to the other side of the tray, and began shoving it from behind into the oven. That.. was a slower process, and the sprite was already looking blue in the face.
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Post by Raiku on May 23, 2006 14:01:17 GMT -8
Frank flew through the hole in the wall that he left from, almost hitting the chair that was in front of it. "How goes the cooking?"
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 27, 2006 14:57:52 GMT -8
Fizzle helps Gimble get back to the counter and sit down. "You'd better rest a little. You're gonna go as blue as your hair soon."
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Post by Zeffa! on May 27, 2006 16:43:23 GMT -8
"Nah... I'm.. I'm no tired at all! I kin still.." he argued, until trying to get up. he winced and flopped back down onto the counter. "But.. maybe I should let you all take the lead.. I don't want to.. make you feel like ya did na help atoll... I'll just supervise from here...on my back"
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 27, 2006 16:48:15 GMT -8
Fizzle grins. "Right."
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Post by Raiku on May 28, 2006 16:19:38 GMT -8
"...you gonna answer the question?" Frank asked in frustration, he hated being small. Often times he caught himself wishing that he was tall enough to stomp upon his enemies...but he had a spork to do his dirty work for him.
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Post by Zeffa! on May 28, 2006 17:03:34 GMT -8
"The cookies are almost in the ooven..." Gimble stated, pointing in the air while laying on the counter facing the ceiling.
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Post by Thistle on May 30, 2006 18:47:31 GMT -8
Genie sighed and went to help Gimble since no one else seemed inclined to do so. She leaned her staff up against a bowl and flew down to the cookie sheet. Grabbing the sheet she drew in a breath and with Gimble the two managed to shove the rest into the oven. "Okay." She panted then pointed to the oven door. "close."
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Post by Zeffa! on May 30, 2006 22:11:34 GMT -8
"Aye, someone move tha' door closed again... Should be easier ta close than ta open...Keep the beardy aroond ta make sure the cookies dunna burn," he said in his official supervisory tone. After that feat of physical pixie ( and sprite!) labor, Gimble was worn out. It's a good thing cookies take a while to bake, because he felt like he could use a good long rest. He wearily moved over to the mess of flour and flopped on his back, allowing a white, poofy cloud of flour to coat his body in a ghostly white layer. The flour was quite soft and smoothe, and Gimble soon hit the snooze button.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jun 3, 2006 16:14:52 GMT -8
Fizzle makes a disgusted face at Gimble... he and his sweaty bare back all over in the flour... Dark would not be happy.
Sugarplum sqeals in delight and follows Gimble's wonderful example.
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