Post by RaceFanX on Feb 1, 2009 2:00:01 GMT -5
It's Super Bowl Sunday and that means only one thing. It's time for some thrills, chills and maybe a few laughs in the one event that everyone is going to watch...Eyes of the Beholder...PART 2 of an unknown number
Roxy contuined to lead Epsilon toward the farm.
"You know for a fox, you seem quite docile. You are oddly at ease not just around a dog but it appears likely around people as well," noted Epsilon.
"It's just the way I am. The Dearlys are a nice group, you'll like them. They even got me a license and saved my life last Christmas," replied Roxy.
"That does sound really good. Is it just the dogs and the old lady?," asked Epsilon, perhaps gauging what he would have at his disposal.
"Heavens no. The old lady is Nanny, she's real nice, but there's Roger and Anita and Grandpa and I think Amber's in town this week too."
Five humans, well that was a little more than he expected. Going in all guns a blazin' would be a bad move with those odds, especially if one of the males had a firearm like so many Americans. Perhaps he should just leave them be and get them later with the rest.
"Seems like a nice big family," replied Epsilon in a deceptively polite and friendly tone. "Is it really true there's really more than a hundred dalmatians on this farm?," he asked.
"Oh, tons more. They to just have 101 but they have really upped the ante since, adopted a lot of strays and such. Not to mention all the dogs that just hang out there like Noggin," replied Roxy.
The thought ran thru Epsilon's head that this sugary sweet vixen had no idea just how much of a help she was as they approached the barn.
Inside the barn, the movie was just coming to an end.
"Future generations may well have occasion to ask themselves, "What were our parents thinking? Why didn't they wake up when they had a chance?" We have to hear that question from them, now," said the man in the nice suit. As the end credits rolled several of the pups thought to themselves.
"Global warming really is a bad thing," thought Shadow.
"Perhaps we aren't doing enough to conserve our planet," thought Lucky.
"Less cold weather means less hockey," thought Leaf.
"How can I use this global warming to take over the farm," thought Diana. Meanwhile Doc, most likely had missed the point.
"Global warming, bah all smoke and mirrors. Clearly the real inconvient truth is that it's an evil sceme by the Cybermen...or perhaps the Sontarans. No, the Sea Devils. Nobody would suspect the Sea Devils since they haven't been around for..."
"DOC!," said a voice that wasn't from his head.
"Huh, what?," he glanced over to Clayton now sitting next to him.
"Sorry Doc, but you had that look on your face of being deep in thought trying to pin all the world's troubles on fictional monsters from the BBC," replied an annoyed Clayton as the lunch bell began to ring in the background.
"You'll laugh when it turns out Gordon Brown is really a renegade..."
"I believe it when I see it Doc. Come on, let's get something to eat," said Clayton.
"Alright," replied Doc as the two headed out the door to the trough.
The beautiful morning was shaping into a beautiful Spring day. The sky shown bright blue but just the occasional fluffy white cloud passing overhead. Nanny had already filled the trough to capacity with Any Mutt and headed inside as some of the hungrier pups like Rolly and Creampuff charged in. The rest soon followed. Roxy rounded the corner with Epsilon.
"Um, lunch time, come on buddy let's introduce you," said the fox.
"I don't know, maybe something a little more discre..."
"Hey gang, I got a new guy!," shouted Roxy. All the pups looked up from their lunch, minus Rolly who naturally had zoned out in the presence of food. As Roxy and Epsilon walked in to the trough the others got a good look at him.
"Aw, rockin'! Border collies are cool," said Slayer.
"Fresh meat to spread rumors about," thought Emma scarastically to herself.
"What's this guy like?," Lucky asked Roxy.
"Oh don't worry, he's a real nice dog," replied Roxy.
"What's your name?," asked Cadpig. She was always so good around newcomers.
"Ah, well hello there. My name is Epsilon."
"So where are you from Epsilon," asked Two-Tone curiously.
Oh boy, this was not part of the plan. Epsilon had planned a quiet entry to the farm. Let's see, two options. Fake it and say you're from Earth or just come out with it. Screw it, the honest and firendly approach has worked so far.
"I'm from Skayninia," Epsilon responded.
"Isn't that just outside Kansas City?," asked Roadhouse.
"Nah, that's a suburb of Barcelona," replied Phillip
"Actually it's the third planet in the Sirius system," replied Epsilon. "I'm what you might call an alien."
"Pal, with what has happened and who we've met on this farm before you're far from the first," shouted coffee addict Perky.
Epsilon briefly had a smug look on his face before switching back to a happy one to keep his cover.
"They're confortable with the alien thing. Well, that's an unexpected wild card. This keeps getting easier, I'll be running the planet before the sun sets," thought Epsilon to himself.
Roxy contuined to lead Epsilon toward the farm.
"You know for a fox, you seem quite docile. You are oddly at ease not just around a dog but it appears likely around people as well," noted Epsilon.
"It's just the way I am. The Dearlys are a nice group, you'll like them. They even got me a license and saved my life last Christmas," replied Roxy.
"That does sound really good. Is it just the dogs and the old lady?," asked Epsilon, perhaps gauging what he would have at his disposal.
"Heavens no. The old lady is Nanny, she's real nice, but there's Roger and Anita and Grandpa and I think Amber's in town this week too."
Five humans, well that was a little more than he expected. Going in all guns a blazin' would be a bad move with those odds, especially if one of the males had a firearm like so many Americans. Perhaps he should just leave them be and get them later with the rest.
"Seems like a nice big family," replied Epsilon in a deceptively polite and friendly tone. "Is it really true there's really more than a hundred dalmatians on this farm?," he asked.
"Oh, tons more. They to just have 101 but they have really upped the ante since, adopted a lot of strays and such. Not to mention all the dogs that just hang out there like Noggin," replied Roxy.
The thought ran thru Epsilon's head that this sugary sweet vixen had no idea just how much of a help she was as they approached the barn.
Inside the barn, the movie was just coming to an end.
"Future generations may well have occasion to ask themselves, "What were our parents thinking? Why didn't they wake up when they had a chance?" We have to hear that question from them, now," said the man in the nice suit. As the end credits rolled several of the pups thought to themselves.
"Global warming really is a bad thing," thought Shadow.
"Perhaps we aren't doing enough to conserve our planet," thought Lucky.
"Less cold weather means less hockey," thought Leaf.
"How can I use this global warming to take over the farm," thought Diana. Meanwhile Doc, most likely had missed the point.
"Global warming, bah all smoke and mirrors. Clearly the real inconvient truth is that it's an evil sceme by the Cybermen...or perhaps the Sontarans. No, the Sea Devils. Nobody would suspect the Sea Devils since they haven't been around for..."
"DOC!," said a voice that wasn't from his head.
"Huh, what?," he glanced over to Clayton now sitting next to him.
"Sorry Doc, but you had that look on your face of being deep in thought trying to pin all the world's troubles on fictional monsters from the BBC," replied an annoyed Clayton as the lunch bell began to ring in the background.
"You'll laugh when it turns out Gordon Brown is really a renegade..."
"I believe it when I see it Doc. Come on, let's get something to eat," said Clayton.
"Alright," replied Doc as the two headed out the door to the trough.
The beautiful morning was shaping into a beautiful Spring day. The sky shown bright blue but just the occasional fluffy white cloud passing overhead. Nanny had already filled the trough to capacity with Any Mutt and headed inside as some of the hungrier pups like Rolly and Creampuff charged in. The rest soon followed. Roxy rounded the corner with Epsilon.
"Um, lunch time, come on buddy let's introduce you," said the fox.
"I don't know, maybe something a little more discre..."
"Hey gang, I got a new guy!," shouted Roxy. All the pups looked up from their lunch, minus Rolly who naturally had zoned out in the presence of food. As Roxy and Epsilon walked in to the trough the others got a good look at him.
"Aw, rockin'! Border collies are cool," said Slayer.
"Fresh meat to spread rumors about," thought Emma scarastically to herself.
"What's this guy like?," Lucky asked Roxy.
"Oh don't worry, he's a real nice dog," replied Roxy.
"What's your name?," asked Cadpig. She was always so good around newcomers.
"Ah, well hello there. My name is Epsilon."
"So where are you from Epsilon," asked Two-Tone curiously.
Oh boy, this was not part of the plan. Epsilon had planned a quiet entry to the farm. Let's see, two options. Fake it and say you're from Earth or just come out with it. Screw it, the honest and firendly approach has worked so far.
"I'm from Skayninia," Epsilon responded.
"Isn't that just outside Kansas City?," asked Roadhouse.
"Nah, that's a suburb of Barcelona," replied Phillip
"Actually it's the third planet in the Sirius system," replied Epsilon. "I'm what you might call an alien."
"Pal, with what has happened and who we've met on this farm before you're far from the first," shouted coffee addict Perky.
Epsilon briefly had a smug look on his face before switching back to a happy one to keep his cover.
"They're confortable with the alien thing. Well, that's an unexpected wild card. This keeps getting easier, I'll be running the planet before the sun sets," thought Epsilon to himself.