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  • Imagination Game

    Okay, this is what is going to happen, it's a really fun game I play with my friends.

    I'm going to start a story with a few words and everybody who visits this thread can add some more words to continue on with the story. You are not limited to any amount of words and can be as long as you like, even paragraphs.

    So you can add anything so long as you follow the usual forum rules, so by the time it gets really long, it will hopefully be absolutely insane and will most likely not make any sense at all but that's the beauty and hilarity of it. Get it? Got it? Like the idea? Good! Shall I start it off? Okay then, here we go

    em...

    Once in a land far away, a long time ago there was a


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    Last edited by happybunny; 20-09-2008, 03:21 PM.
    Stacey x ♫

  • #2
    beautiful big house with a large garden. The house was the residance of a family mum, dad and their two girls, Sophie aged six and Matty aged nine.
    The garden was so big it had a small woodland area, an orchard, large lawn area surrounded by borders and a big veg patch with greenhouse.
    At night something odd would happen in the garden, especially in the veg patch the carrots would push themselves up out of the ground and come to life to be followed by the other vegetables this happened every night and every dawn they would return to the rightful place in the soil..........

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    • #3
      There was also a large "outhouse" containing an apple store, garage, loose box, stables, and root store where root veggies were kept from the previous season - doo doo doo dah......

      (by the way, is this the precursour to the grape panto?)
      "I prefer rogues to imbeciles as they sometimes take a rest" (Alexander Dumas)
      "It is neccessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live" (also Alexandre Dumas)
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      • #4
        In the large old loft of the outhouse, lived Verminator, who spied every night on the carrots and other veggies as they danced and partied in the garden. He hated vegetables and wanted to get rid of them all. His goal was to spread vermin - the flies, slugs and others that would see them off.

        An old fishtank was his laboratory, where he tended his pests and sang of the time when he would be able to get to the garden to release them into the wild. He dreamed of the day when the family would have to eat ready meals - the brand in which he had a big share.

        He longed for someone to come to help him... someone who'd set up the old ladder which had fallen down and lay on the floor below, out of his reach... he couldn't jump down with his beloved pests. He had a terrible fear - not of heights, but of landing on concrete...
        Last edited by maytreefrannie; 20-09-2008, 10:02 PM.
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        • #5
          but he forgot about one of his terrible arch enemy's and defender of "the patch", of course this was "Super Pump" - he was one of the largest pumpkins with the longest legs you had ever seen, he was big, fat and juicy and extremely strong,

          Super Pump, would defend the veg of an evening, he would use his hard casing to squish and smash the slugs and snails, but he lived on the outer edge of the patch and he lived a very lonely life .........................

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          • #6
            Super Pump was very lonely, all he wanted was a friend, One evening he was defending the patch when he heard a noise - he whispered to the peas who were close by and they told the potatoes who told the spring onions all the veg were whispering telling one another about the noise...
            All the veg huddled beside Super Pump in fear when suddenly.........
            Stacey x ♫

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            • #7
              There was a scream. They all ran through the patch where there was a corn cob dead stripped of corn - they knew then.

              They had a cereal Killer........
              Hayley B

              John Wayne's daughter, Marisa Wayne, will be competing with my Other Half, in the Macmillan 4x4 Challenge (in its 10th year) in March 2011, all sponsorship money goes to Macmillan Cancer Support, please sponsor them at http://www.justgiving.com/Mac4x4TeamDuke'

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              • #8
                The veg all huddled together in fear. They looked to Super Pump, their hero.

                "He'll know what to do," they said.

                "What are we going to do?" Super Pump asked them. He looked at their trusting stalks and knew it was going to be down to him.

                Giles, a local farmer's son drove up in his noisy old mini. He walked through the garden carrying a box, which he gave to Alice, the woman of the house. She saw ten winter squash plants, all ready to plant out.

                "they're for Matty and Sophie," he said.

                Matty and Sophie were very excited and asked their mother if they could right away start planting their squashes - Team Matty and Team Sophie.

                Over the fence peeped Rose, next door's daughter, who had a thing for Giles. She loved his dark good looks and waited for him to pass along the path again on his way out. As he went by he smiled. Rose blushed - well, she would, wouldn't she?

                Meanwhile, in the garden, Super Pump was thinking out a strategy to get the cereal killer when the girls came out and he saw the winter squashes being planted in the next bed to him.

                He was delighted. They'd make good friends, he hoped. He was trying to think of a chat-up line when the carrots and peas brought him back down to earth.

                "what are we going to do?" they asked.

                "We depend on you," the sweet peas called sweetly from their pad on the wall.

                "We'll think of something," said Super Pump, "I'm sure the squash teams will help."

                The veggies cheered up and looked admiringly at their hero.

                By evening, they felt quite optimistic and a few began to dance quietly. The others followed and soon the usual party was in full swing.

                Meanwhile, through the cobwebbed gable window, Verminator watched crossly at the veggies' fun. It made him mad, so he looked out beyond the garden hoping he'd see the cereal killer coming back...
                My hopes are not always realized but I always hope (Ovid)

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                • #9
                  ..........but instead of the cereal killer, Verminator spotted an earwig!!! as the earwig walked it grew and grew to super proportions, until it was the size of a 5ft bamboo cane!

                  Verminator, shuddered at the size of the wig, he stood waiting and all of the a sudden the wig started to sing "here i am, Syrup by name and cob gobbler by nature, where oh where shall i start to chomp, on the cob with a homp, homp, homp............"

                  Verminator was shocked, how could this earwig grow........ he was in the shadows pondering, there must be a potion or something......................if only he could get his hands on it, he would be king of the veg!!!!

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                  • #10
                    He wanted to shout to the earwig but the window was so dirty that he couldn't open it and he couldn't leave the attic. Looking through the dusty window Verminator grabbed a piece of grubby paper and a old red crayon at started scribbling something.

                    Meanwhile - on the patch Super Pump was peering at the earwig and he hissed to everyone to go back to the beds.
                    He saw the earwig munching one of the price corns and sighed - what would he do...

                    Little did he know that both he and the Verminator both had shared thoughts...
                    Stacey x ♫

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                    • #11
                      An agent in the field - just what I need, Verminator thought. If I can't beat him, maybe I can join him - or get him to do my dirty work.

                      He looked at the note he'd scribbled. He pulled a button from his old coat - a big, old-fashioned brass button, wrapped the note around it and pushed it through the draughty gap in the window. He tried to push it towards the earwig but the paper opened, the button fell out and the wind caught the note and brought it fluttering, not to the earwig, but to next door's garden.

                      Super Pump looked upwards, wishing for inspiration. He jumped when the button fell right on him. He was stunned for a minute, then his head cleared.

                      Suddenly, out of the blue, an idea came to him...
                      Last edited by maytreefrannie; 22-09-2008, 07:58 PM.
                      My hopes are not always realized but I always hope (Ovid)

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                      • #12
                        Oh "Chateau Neuf du Pap" he said
                        The greatness comes not when things go always good for you,but the greatness comes when you are really tested,when you take,some knocks,some disappointments;because only if youv'e been in the deepest valley can you ever know how magnificent it is to be on the highest mountain.

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                        • #13
                          Wine - grapes, I know I'll post a help me on the grapevine........
                          Hayley B

                          John Wayne's daughter, Marisa Wayne, will be competing with my Other Half, in the Macmillan 4x4 Challenge (in its 10th year) in March 2011, all sponsorship money goes to Macmillan Cancer Support, please sponsor them at http://www.justgiving.com/Mac4x4TeamDuke'

                          An Egg is for breakfast, a chook is for life

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                          • #14
                            "Help me Batman and Robin" I am in a lot of trouble my petit pois!!!!
                            The greatness comes not when things go always good for you,but the greatness comes when you are really tested,when you take,some knocks,some disappointments;because only if youv'e been in the deepest valley can you ever know how magnificent it is to be on the highest mountain.

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                            • #15
                              Batman and Robin were offline, but as usual, several grapes gave their support and some very helpful advice.


                              Some of their suggestions were as follows...
                              My hopes are not always realized but I always hope (Ovid)

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                              www.franscription.blogspot.com

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