A Connection of Collections
Setting 1: Part I
I slowly walked down the old road, not knowing where I was going
or where I had come from. I just knew that I had to be here. The night was
gusty, and, fearing that I would be caught in a storm, I fled into an old
rickety building sitting by the road. I had no idea what building this was,
but, seeing the condition that it lay, I assumed it was uninhabited. I went
inside, and was not surprised to find the inside of the house in the shape
that it was. There was dirt everywhere, and all the furniture, if you could
call it that, was rotted through. Only one item caught my attention. It was a
small book lying in the center of the room on a rotted old table. As I picked
it up, I noticed that it was not a book, as in a novel, but a book as in a
notebook. I slowly opened it, and this is what it had to say:
was November 25, a day of feasting. Kakablik Snoodleskee was having the grand
opening of his pizza parlor--Kakablik Pizza. From Smivilin the Name Kakablik
translates into an expletive meaning, flesh & blood. He got the name when
he came to civilization.
see, His mother was was on a private plane to meet Kakablik's father (K. is
still not exactly sure who he was) when it wrecked somewhere in the Nile. The
impact of the wreck was so great he was born 1 month premature. The crocodiles
ate his mother, but spared Kakablik. He wasn't much of a meal then. At that
time he had no sourse of milk so he thrived on the blood of dying creatures.
had been rescue attemts, but for some odd reason there were people who never
returned. When he was finally brought to civilization, he was tried for
cannibalism, but the case was release because the officers in charged had used
entrapment. (a 3 year old girl--Susan something or other. They also never
proved Kakablik was human. (Don't ask))
When he was
about 21 he was making an excellent pizza recipe. The critics raved over the
food and he became very rich. here might say (had of many mansions, the
favorite was the one in the Bahamas) Some staticians became interested when
they found that the kidnapping rate greatly increased. It was thought He got
word from the underworld and moved to America. That's were Kakablik is
today........ his hunger pleasantly satisfied, And others enjoying a uniquely
Please excuse all typographical errors, as I
copied this paper exactly to the letter. Believe me, even this was not easy.
As I finished reading the scribbling, I noticed a peculiarity in this writing.
"Hmm," I said to myself, "I've read this before. Now when did I
have the displeasure...." Suddenly it hit me. "I've got to
get out of here," I screamed, "or else..."
Setting 2: Part I
The night was cool and dreary as the bog slowly cooled over the
powdery mansion. The only noise in the once great monument was the beautiful,
young caretaker, Susan Smith the III, and her boyfriend, Bob the XIV. Suddenly
a knock came at the door. Bob, thinking it was the delivery boy from the
butcher shop, rushed up to answer it. As he opened the door, a fateful
"Sworshk" came through the door and took the two of them to a
luminous cloud in the night. They saw, on the cloud, a huge castle in the
background. They started running to it, but they fell through the cloud, and
landed on top of a city hall. As they slowly got their senses back, they began
to smell the odor of blood, coming from a tiny basement below them. As they
climbed down to investigate what this "odor" was, a young man and
his wife asked for directions. When asked where they wanted to go, the couple
couldn't remember. Bob and Susan, who were very bewildered of this strange
town, ran away along an old country road.
Suddenly Bob stopped. Susan looked at Bob, and Bob looked at
Susan. They looked at each other. There, in the middle of the road, right next
to the new high school, was a red pile of goo.
It is now a week later, and the news has hit the newspapers.
They found Bob's corpse. Well, not exactly corpse, skeleton. No, not skeleton,
uh...remnant? Well, whatever was left; it wasn't with Susan.
Where is Susan? I'm not precisely sure. But
I do know who took her. It was my son. And who am I? Let's just leave that for
another time, another place. I'm not sure my son, who I had put up for
adoption when he was 3 would want to know who his real father is. You see,
Susan didn't get all of us in that New York "disaster."
Two of us escaped. Well, I must go now. I've got a Sworshk to catch.
Setting 1: Part II
Enad the Great sighed as he sat back in his
huge throne. The throne was covered in black, a black, not as a paint, but as
though a black-colored moss covered what dire color the throne once held.
"I want him!" he screamed as he looked at a television monitor on
the side of his throne room. The room was a huge mess of blackness, a
blackness not different from his throne. It ppeared to be a room in the
woods—for there was no solid floor, and roots seemed to grace the dirt that
lay under the area. The roof was huge--it was dome-shaped, and huge florescent
lights seemed to spring from the apex. The lights were very dim, though,
giving an eerie feeling about the room that one would expect to find in a
nightmare. "I want him!" The screen held the picture of a
man, running very fast through the woods along an old country trail.
"Iiii hheeeeeerr aaaannnd oooobbaaaaaa!" Suddenly, a huge
"Swolsk" filled the sky and carried the man off. "Heh, heh,
heh" said Enad, "I got you!!!!!!!"
Setting 2: The Sequel
Susan Smith the III was thinking. Hmm. How to get out of here.
Right now she was about to be eaten by Cheriderf Retsel, who was standing over
her with a huge knife in his hand. Just as she was about to give up, there
came a knock on the door. "Now who could that be??" screamed
Cheriderf. "As he opened the door, Slosh Gorshkin the II walked in.
Cheriderf stared at him, seeing him as a rival. "Oh no, you don't,"
he exclaimed, "she's all mine!"
"My son," said Slosh. Susan stared
at both of them and gasped for a second. "Daddy?" said Cheriderf
quietly. "Why did you come now?" "Because, son, We need
everybody, including you, Susan, because... well..." "What's the
matter?" "Mr. Taft has been captured." Cheriderf and Susan
gasped. Slosh the II then said, "Come, let's round up everybody. We
must save him!!!!!" All of them left together.
The man stared around in disbelief. He felt horrified by the
blackness of the walls, the strange and endless dome above him, and especially
that funny looking short man sitting in the center of the room. "I've got
you!" screamed Enad the Great. "I've got you! Ha Ha Ha Ha!!! !!!
!!!!!! Come here once, and see how this feels." Enad took out a huge,
silvery sword from his chair and smacked it across the man's back. "I've
got you now!!!" He drew the sword up, and, preparing to enjoy the
last few seconds of this man, looked at him smirkily. "You thought you
had killed me, didn't you? Naw. But if it's war you want, you just lost."
Suddenly through the door came a great flame, and through the flame came Slosh
Gorshkin the II. "Before you try that, Enad, you're going to have to
fight us." In, through the burning flames, came Susan Smith the III, four
or five Bobs, Slosh Gorshkin the III (Cheriderf Retsel) and a whole fleet of
other T. G. Taft characters.
"Get' em, slaves!" screamed Enad. The battle raged on,
but it seemed as though Enad's forces were winning. In fact, they were
winning. Winning, that is, until...
"All right. That's enough." T. G. Taft walked in.
Behind him came the Sworshk, in all of its power and glory, and it quickly
carried off all of Enad's characters, including the dreaded Swolsk. "But
I don't understand, I thought this was you..." Enad stuttered.
"Don't be silly," T. G. said, "I wouldn't let my guard down
like that. And now.... No, I'm not going to kill you. I may need you for a
future story. I'm just merely going to, uhm, yes, Plimpkin II, come here. Now
open your gateway... Good Bye Enad. Oh, by the way, I've got this Plimpkin
protected, and vomitting does not help. I would advise not throwing up,
unless, well, you might like smelling like that."
"Wait... one more thing," said Enad, "who is that
man over there who looks so much like you?"
"Why, who else? That is T. G. Taft the II." With those
final words Enad the Great slid quietly into the Plimpkin's storage