make up a story everyone

[Kilgold]

On her 17th birthday Marla's life began to change. She thought it may have something to do with the baseball sized growth she found on the side of her head. She cut it open with a melon knife, and 284 cherries poured out. Not that that was really out of the ordinary as the previous week it had been peas. She opened the cupboard with the bright yellow doors to look for her mother's cherry pie recipe. And that's when she saw the creature for the first time.

It was small, soft-looking, and the color of fresh green leaves, and when it noticed her looking at it, it said, "GLEEP." It seemed hungry, and immediately started picking at the cherries, discarding the meat and eating the pits. Marla took a few steps back and reached up to touch her head, where there should have been a gaping wound -- and only soft black hair met her questing fingers.

The creature eyed her curiously, then reached into a small pouch near it's abdomen and produced a golden nugget the size of a kumquat.This was no ordinary gold nugget. Marla eyed the nugget warily as it started to change colour and shape, "Curiouser and curiouser," she thought to herself.

After 5 minutes or so, the nugget turned into David Blaine, who she unceremoniously kicked to the curb for being a pitiful waste of time. He stood up, dusted himself off, and was immediately pulverised by a speeding Dominoes Pizza delivery truck driven by Macaulay Culkin and Danny Bonaduce, who were on their way to the open field on the other side of the tracks near the creek. The reason they were traveling at such a Blaine-flattening speed was right behind them, and gaining fast.

Now many think it is just a fascinating urban legend that the Partridge Family bus drives itself up and down this particular stretch of road with frightening regularity, but the locals (many of whom tell the story before and after being properly liquored up) have seen it with their own beady little bloodshot eyes. '...I think I love you...' wafted across the meadow and much to Marla's surprise the voice seemingly crooning to her wasn't David Cassidy.. but his brother Shaun. She watched, dumbfounded, as the multicolored motorcoach closed the distance between it and the fleeing piewagon. What in the world, she wondered, was about to happen? Would anything be the same? Isn't that arrangement pitched a bit low for Shaun's range? And who's playing the guitar if Bonaduce is in the truck ahead?

The questions swirled around Marla's head like flies around a light bulb, leaving her frustrated and badly in need of a drink.

Just as she was thinking about tequila and Rose's Lime Juice and ice and a blender and a frosty glass and a half smile had come to her face, she saw Bonaduce lean out of the pizza truck with a shotgun in his hands, and she heard a loud boom, a pop a screech, and saw the passenger-side front headlight of the bus go out as the whole vehicle lurched to the right.

In doing so, the bus barely missed the tiny gleeping creature sprung from Marla's head who had followed them all to profer yet another golden nugget from its round little abdomen. Marla accepted it with some trepidation, but was pleased to find that it immediately transmogrified into the frosty adult beverage she had been craving, complete with tasty salted rim.

The midday sun was growing rather hot now, so Marla decided to go for a dip in Lake Swilililapaswanee, selecting her orange and red polka-dotted swimsuit and matching flip-flops for the occasion.

A few minutes later, attired to match one of her favourite pictures of a solar flare, Marla picked her way down through pea gravel to the lake edge, followed closely by her tiny gleeping friend, who eyed her margarita as though comparing its fresh green colour to its own. "Jealousy can kill a friendship," Marla thought to herself, and swigged down the last of the green beverage. Not expecting it, she dropped the glass on the ground, when suddenly the Monster of Loch Swilililapaswanee showed up, belched her in the face and tried to snatch her little companion Sancho Pansa.

[Brynn]

On her 17th birthday Marla's life began to change. She thought it may have something to do with the baseball sized growth she found on the side of her head. She cut it open with a melon knife, and 284 cherries poured out. Not that that was really out of the ordinary as the previous week it had been peas. She opened the cupboard with the bright yellow doors to look for her mother's cherry pie recipe. And that's when she saw the creature for the first time.

It was small, soft-looking, and the color of fresh green leaves, and when it noticed her looking at it, it said, "GLEEP." It seemed hungry, and immediately started picking at the cherries, discarding the meat and eating the pits. Marla took a few steps back and reached up to touch her head, where there should have been a gaping wound -- and only soft black hair met her questing fingers.

The creature eyed her curiously, then reached into a small pouch near it's abdomen and produced a golden nugget the size of a kumquat.This was no ordinary gold nugget. Marla eyed the nugget warily as it started to change colour and shape, "Curiouser and curiouser," she thought to herself.

After 5 minutes or so, the nugget turned into David Blaine, who she unceremoniously kicked to the curb for being a pitiful waste of time. He stood up, dusted himself off, and was immediately pulverised by a speeding Dominoes Pizza delivery truck driven by Macaulay Culkin and Danny Bonaduce, who were on their way to the open field on the other side of the tracks near the creek. The reason they were traveling at such a Blaine-flattening speed was right behind them, and gaining fast.

Now many think it is just a fascinating urban legend that the Partridge Family bus drives itself up and down this particular stretch of road with frightening regularity, but the locals (many of whom tell the story before and after being properly liquored up) have seen it with their own beady little bloodshot eyes. '...I think I love you...' wafted across the meadow and much to Marla's surprise the voice seemingly crooning to her wasn't David Cassidy.. but his brother Shaun. She watched, dumbfounded, as the multicolored motorcoach closed the distance between it and the fleeing piewagon. What in the world, she wondered, was about to happen? Would anything be the same? Isn't that arrangement pitched a bit low for Shaun's range? And who's playing the guitar if Bonaduce is in the truck ahead?

The questions swirled around Marla's head like flies around a light bulb, leaving her frustrated and badly in need of a drink.

Just as she was thinking about tequila and Rose's Lime Juice and ice and a blender and a frosty glass and a half smile had come to her face, she saw Bonaduce lean out of the pizza truck with a shotgun in his hands, and she heard a loud boom, a pop a screech, and saw the passenger-side front headlight of the bus go out as the whole vehicle lurched to the right.

In doing so, the bus barely missed the tiny gleeping creature sprung from Marla's head who had followed them all to profer yet another golden nugget from its round little abdomen. Marla accepted it with some trepidation, but was pleased to find that it immediately transmogrified into the frosty adult beverage she had been craving, complete with tasty salted rim.

The midday sun was growing rather hot now, so Marla decided to go for a dip in Lake Swilililapaswanee, selecting her orange and red polka-dotted swimsuit and matching flip-flops for the occasion.

A few minutes later, attired to match one of her favourite pictures of a solar flare, Marla picked her way down through pea gravel to the lake edge, followed closely by her tiny gleeping friend, who eyed her margarita as though comparing its fresh green colour to its own. "Jealousy can kill a friendship," Marla thought to herself, and swigged down the last of the green beverage. Not expecting it, she dropped the glass on the ground, when suddenly the Monster of Loch Swilililapaswanee showed up, belched her in the face and tried to snatch her little companion Sancho Pansa.
Yes, she had already named this little thing that ate cherries from her head the first time she'd seen it miraculously escape death in front of the careening Partridge Family bus, and (having grown quite fond of its quixotic attempts to engage her), Marla realized that it was the first time in all her seventeen years that she actually cared for something other than herself.

[ambo]

On her 17th birthday Marla's life began to change. She thought it may have something to do with the baseball sized growth she found on the side of her head. She cut it open with a melon knife, and 284 cherries poured out. Not that that was really out of the ordinary as the previous week it had been peas. She opened the cupboard with the bright yellow doors to look for her mother's cherry pie recipe. And that's when she saw the creature for the first time.

It was small, soft-looking, and the color of fresh green leaves, and when it noticed her looking at it, it said, "GLEEP." It seemed hungry, and immediately started picking at the cherries, discarding the meat and eating the pits. Marla took a few steps back and reached up to touch her head, where there should have been a gaping wound -- and only soft black hair met her questing fingers.

The creature eyed her curiously, then reached into a small pouch near it's abdomen and produced a golden nugget the size of a kumquat.This was no ordinary gold nugget. Marla eyed the nugget warily as it started to change colour and shape, "Curiouser and curiouser," she thought to herself.

After 5 minutes or so, the nugget turned into David Blaine, who she unceremoniously kicked to the curb for being a pitiful waste of time. He stood up, dusted himself off, and was immediately pulverised by a speeding Dominoes Pizza delivery truck driven by Macaulay Culkin and Danny Bonaduce, who were on their way to the open field on the other side of the tracks near the creek. The reason they were traveling at such a Blaine-flattening speed was right behind them, and gaining fast.

Now many think it is just a fascinating urban legend that the Partridge Family bus drives itself up and down this particular stretch of road with frightening regularity, but the locals (many of whom tell the story before and after being properly liquored up) have seen it with their own beady little bloodshot eyes. '...I think I love you...' wafted across the meadow and much to Marla's surprise the voice seemingly crooning to her wasn't David Cassidy.. but his brother Shaun. She watched, dumbfounded, as the multicolored motorcoach closed the distance between it and the fleeing piewagon. What in the world, she wondered, was about to happen? Would anything be the same? Isn't that arrangement pitched a bit low for Shaun's range? And who's playing the guitar if Bonaduce is in the truck ahead?

The questions swirled around Marla's head like flies around a light bulb, leaving her frustrated and badly in need of a drink.

Just as she was thinking about tequila and Rose's Lime Juice and ice and a blender and a frosty glass and a half smile had come to her face, she saw Bonaduce lean out of the pizza truck with a shotgun in his hands, and she heard a loud boom, a pop a screech, and saw the passenger-side front headlight of the bus go out as the whole vehicle lurched to the right.

In doing so, the bus barely missed the tiny gleeping creature sprung from Marla's head who had followed them all to profer yet another golden nugget from its round little abdomen. Marla accepted it with some trepidation, but was pleased to find that it immediately transmogrified into the frosty adult beverage she had been craving, complete with tasty salted rim.

The midday sun was growing rather hot now, so Marla decided to go for a dip in Lake Swilililapaswanee, selecting her orange and red polka-dotted swimsuit and matching flip-flops for the occasion.

A few minutes later, attired to match one of her favourite pictures of a solar flare, Marla picked her way down through pea gravel to the lake edge, followed closely by her tiny gleeping friend, who eyed her margarita as though comparing its fresh green colour to its own. "Jealousy can kill a friendship," Marla thought to herself, and swigged down the last of the green beverage. Not expecting it, she dropped the glass on the ground, when suddenly the Monster of Loch Swilililapaswanee showed up, belched her in the face and tried to snatch her little companion Sancho Pansa.
Yes, she had already named this little thing that ate cherries from her head the first time she'd seen it miraculously escape death in front of the careening Partridge Family bus, and (having grown quite fond of its quixotic attempts to engage her), Marla realized that it was the first time in all her seventeen years that she actually cared for something other than herself.

Oh sure, she thought she cared about Brad Pitt, but after he refused to answer any of her 24 carefully worded heartfelt letters, she realized he wasn't the man for her after all, and when he decided to procreate with that insufferably pouty-lipped Angelina (and that poor child - she will inevitably be nicknamed Shy), Marla wrote her final letter to him, and really gave him a piece of her mind.

[Brynn]

On her 17th birthday Marla's life began to change. She thought it may have something to do with the baseball sized growth she found on the side of her head. She cut it open with a melon knife, and 284 cherries poured out. Not that that was really out of the ordinary as the previous week it had been peas. She opened the cupboard with the bright yellow doors to look for her mother's cherry pie recipe. And that's when she saw the creature for the first time.

It was small, soft-looking, and the color of fresh green leaves, and when it noticed her looking at it, it said, "GLEEP." It seemed hungry, and immediately started picking at the cherries, discarding the meat and eating the pits. Marla took a few steps back and reached up to touch her head, where there should have been a gaping wound -- and only soft black hair met her questing fingers.

The creature eyed her curiously, then reached into a small pouch near it's abdomen and produced a golden nugget the size of a kumquat.This was no ordinary gold nugget. Marla eyed the nugget warily as it started to change colour and shape, "Curiouser and curiouser," she thought to herself.

After 5 minutes or so, the nugget turned into David Blaine, who she unceremoniously kicked to the curb for being a pitiful waste of time. He stood up, dusted himself off, and was immediately pulverised by a speeding Dominoes Pizza delivery truck driven by Macaulay Culkin and Danny Bonaduce, who were on their way to the open field on the other side of the tracks near the creek. The reason they were traveling at such a Blaine-flattening speed was right behind them, and gaining fast.

Now many think it is just a fascinating urban legend that the Partridge Family bus drives itself up and down this particular stretch of road with frightening regularity, but the locals (many of whom tell the story before and after being properly liquored up) have seen it with their own beady little bloodshot eyes. '...I think I love you...' wafted across the meadow and much to Marla's surprise the voice seemingly crooning to her wasn't David Cassidy.. but his brother Shaun. She watched, dumbfounded, as the multicolored motorcoach closed the distance between it and the fleeing piewagon. What in the world, she wondered, was about to happen? Would anything be the same? Isn't that arrangement pitched a bit low for Shaun's range? And who's playing the guitar if Bonaduce is in the truck ahead?

The questions swirled around Marla's head like flies around a light bulb, leaving her frustrated and badly in need of a drink.

Just as she was thinking about tequila and Rose's Lime Juice and ice and a blender and a frosty glass and a half smile had come to her face, she saw Bonaduce lean out of the pizza truck with a shotgun in his hands, and she heard a loud boom, a pop a screech, and saw the passenger-side front headlight of the bus go out as the whole vehicle lurched to the right.

In doing so, the bus barely missed the tiny gleeping creature sprung from Marla's head who had followed them all to profer yet another golden nugget from its round little abdomen. Marla accepted it with some trepidation, but was pleased to find that it immediately transmogrified into the frosty adult beverage she had been craving, complete with tasty salted rim.

The midday sun was growing rather hot now, so Marla decided to go for a dip in Lake Swilililapaswanee, selecting her orange and red polka-dotted swimsuit and matching flip-flops for the occasion.

A few minutes later, attired to match one of her favourite pictures of a solar flare, Marla picked her way down through pea gravel to the lake edge, followed closely by her tiny gleeping friend, who eyed her margarita as though comparing its fresh green colour to its own. "Jealousy can kill a friendship," Marla thought to herself, and swigged down the last of the green beverage. Not expecting it, she dropped the glass on the ground, when suddenly the Monster of Loch Swilililapaswanee showed up, belched her in the face and tried to snatch her little companion Sancho Pansa.
Yes, she had already named this little thing that ate cherries from her head the first time she'd seen it miraculously escape death in front of the careening Partridge Family bus, and (having grown quite fond of its quixotic attempts to engage her), Marla realized that it was the first time in all her seventeen years that she actually cared for something other than herself.

Oh sure, she thought she cared about Brad Pitt, but after he refused to answer any of her 24 carefully worded heartfelt letters, she realized he wasn't the man for her after all, and when he decided to procreate with that insufferably pouty-lipped Angelina (and that poor child - she will inevitably be nicknamed Shy), Marla wrote her final letter to him, and really gave him a piece of her mind. Not like with the cherries, no cherries for him, nosiree - a different piece of her mind.

[dddrum]

On her 17th birthday Marla's life began to change. She thought it may have something to do with the baseball sized growth she found on the side of her head. She cut it open with a melon knife, and 284 cherries poured out. Not that that was really out of the ordinary as the previous week it had been peas. She opened the cupboard with the bright yellow doors to look for her mother's cherry pie recipe. And that's when she saw the creature for the first time.

It was small, soft-looking, and the color of fresh green leaves, and when it noticed her looking at it, it said, "GLEEP." It seemed hungry, and immediately started picking at the cherries, discarding the meat and eating the pits. Marla took a few steps back and reached up to touch her head, where there should have been a gaping wound -- and only soft black hair met her questing fingers.

The creature eyed her curiously, then reached into a small pouch near it's abdomen and produced a golden nugget the size of a kumquat.This was no ordinary gold nugget. Marla eyed the nugget warily as it started to change colour and shape, "Curiouser and curiouser," she thought to herself.

After 5 minutes or so, the nugget turned into David Blaine, who she unceremoniously kicked to the curb for being a pitiful waste of time. He stood up, dusted himself off, and was immediately pulverised by a speeding Dominoes Pizza delivery truck driven by Macaulay Culkin and Danny Bonaduce, who were on their way to the open field on the other side of the tracks near the creek. The reason they were traveling at such a Blaine-flattening speed was right behind them, and gaining fast.

Now many think it is just a fascinating urban legend that the Partridge Family bus drives itself up and down this particular stretch of road with frightening regularity, but the locals (many of whom tell the story before and after being properly liquored up) have seen it with their own beady little bloodshot eyes. '...I think I love you...' wafted across the meadow and much to Marla's surprise the voice seemingly crooning to her wasn't David Cassidy.. but his brother Shaun. She watched, dumbfounded, as the multicolored motorcoach closed the distance between it and the fleeing piewagon. What in the world, she wondered, was about to happen? Would anything be the same? Isn't that arrangement pitched a bit low for Shaun's range? And who's playing the guitar if Bonaduce is in the truck ahead?

The questions swirled around Marla's head like flies around a light bulb, leaving her frustrated and badly in need of a drink.

Just as she was thinking about tequila and Rose's Lime Juice and ice and a blender and a frosty glass and a half smile had come to her face, she saw Bonaduce lean out of the pizza truck with a shotgun in his hands, and she heard a loud boom, a pop a screech, and saw the passenger-side front headlight of the bus go out as the whole vehicle lurched to the right.

In doing so, the bus barely missed the tiny gleeping creature sprung from Marla's head who had followed them all to profer yet another golden nugget from its round little abdomen. Marla accepted it with some trepidation, but was pleased to find that it immediately transmogrified into the frosty adult beverage she had been craving, complete with tasty salted rim.

The midday sun was growing rather hot now, so Marla decided to go for a dip in Lake Swilililapaswanee, selecting her orange and red polka-dotted swimsuit and matching flip-flops for the occasion.

A few minutes later, attired to match one of her favourite pictures of a solar flare, Marla picked her way down through pea gravel to the lake edge, followed closely by her tiny gleeping friend, who eyed her margarita as though comparing its fresh green colour to its own. "Jealousy can kill a friendship," Marla thought to herself, and swigged down the last of the green beverage. Not expecting it, she dropped the glass on the ground, when suddenly the Monster of Loch Swilililapaswanee showed up, belched her in the face and tried to snatch her little companion Sancho Pansa.
Yes, she had already named this little thing that ate cherries from her head the first time she'd seen it miraculously escape death in front of the careening Partridge Family bus, and (having grown quite fond of its quixotic attempts to engage her), Marla realized that it was the first time in all her seventeen years that she actually cared for something other than herself.

Oh sure, she thought she cared about Brad Pitt, but after he refused to answer any of her 24 carefully worded heartfelt letters, she realized he wasn't the man for her after all, and when he decided to procreate with that insufferably pouty-lipped Angelina (and that poor child - she will inevitably be nicknamed Shy), Marla wrote her final letter to him, and really gave him a piece of her mind. Not like with the cherries, no cherries for him, nosiree - a different piece of her mind. (See Letter thread.)

[daverbee]

On her 17th birthday Marla's life began to change. She thought it may have something to do with the baseball sized growth she found on the side of her head. She cut it open with a melon knife, and 284 cherries poured out. Not that that was really out of the ordinary as the previous week it had been peas. She opened the cupboard with the bright yellow doors to look for her mother's cherry pie recipe. And that's when she saw the creature for the first time.

It was small, soft-looking, and the color of fresh green leaves, and when it noticed her looking at it, it said, "GLEEP." It seemed hungry, and immediately started picking at the cherries, discarding the meat and eating the pits. Marla took a few steps back and reached up to touch her head, where there should have been a gaping wound -- and only soft black hair met her questing fingers.

The creature eyed her curiously, then reached into a small pouch near it's abdomen and produced a golden nugget the size of a kumquat.This was no ordinary gold nugget. Marla eyed the nugget warily as it started to change colour and shape, "Curiouser and curiouser," she thought to herself.

After 5 minutes or so, the nugget turned into David Blaine, who she unceremoniously kicked to the curb for being a pitiful waste of time. He stood up, dusted himself off, and was immediately pulverised by a speeding Dominoes Pizza delivery truck driven by Macaulay Culkin and Danny Bonaduce, who were on their way to the open field on the other side of the tracks near the creek. The reason they were traveling at such a Blaine-flattening speed was right behind them, and gaining fast.

Now many think it is just a fascinating urban legend that the Partridge Family bus drives itself up and down this particular stretch of road with frightening regularity, but the locals (many of whom tell the story before and after being properly liquored up) have seen it with their own beady little bloodshot eyes. '...I think I love you...' wafted across the meadow and much to Marla's surprise the voice seemingly crooning to her wasn't David Cassidy.. but his brother Shaun. She watched, dumbfounded, as the multicolored motorcoach closed the distance between it and the fleeing piewagon. What in the world, she wondered, was about to happen? Would anything be the same? Isn't that arrangement pitched a bit low for Shaun's range? And who's playing the guitar if Bonaduce is in the truck ahead?

The questions swirled around Marla's head like flies around a light bulb, leaving her frustrated and badly in need of a drink.

Just as she was thinking about tequila and Rose's Lime Juice and ice and a blender and a frosty glass and a half smile had come to her face, she saw Bonaduce lean out of the pizza truck with a shotgun in his hands, and she heard a loud boom, a pop a screech, and saw the passenger-side front headlight of the bus go out as the whole vehicle lurched to the right.

In doing so, the bus barely missed the tiny gleeping creature sprung from Marla's head who had followed them all to profer yet another golden nugget from its round little abdomen. Marla accepted it with some trepidation, but was pleased to find that it immediately transmogrified into the frosty adult beverage she had been craving, complete with tasty salted rim.

The midday sun was growing rather hot now, so Marla decided to go for a dip in Lake Swilililapaswanee, selecting her orange and red polka-dotted swimsuit and matching flip-flops for the occasion.

A few minutes later, attired to match one of her favourite pictures of a solar flare, Marla picked her way down through pea gravel to the lake edge, followed closely by her tiny gleeping friend, who eyed her margarita as though comparing its fresh green colour to its own. "Jealousy can kill a friendship," Marla thought to herself, and swigged down the last of the green beverage. Not expecting it, she dropped the glass on the ground, when suddenly the Monster of Loch Swilililapaswanee showed up, belched her in the face and tried to snatch her little companion Sancho Pansa.
Yes, she had already named this little thing that ate cherries from her head the first time she'd seen it miraculously escape death in front of the careening Partridge Family bus, and (having grown quite fond of its quixotic attempts to engage her), Marla realized that it was the first time in all her seventeen years that she actually cared for something other than herself.

Oh sure, she thought she cared about Brad Pitt, but after he refused to answer any of her 24 carefully worded heartfelt letters, she realized he wasn't the man for her after all, and when he decided to procreate with that insufferably pouty-lipped Angelina (and that poor child - she will inevitably be nicknamed Shy), Marla wrote her final letter to him, and really gave him a piece of her mind. Not like with the cherries, no cherries for him, nosiree - a different piece of her mind. (See Letter thread.)

Marla idly wondered if maybe the piece of her mind she had sent Brad was a definite end to their relationship. Try as she might, she couldn't get the package to stop leaking and had finally shipped the whole thing off in a large, heavily sealed box labeled "Biohazard". She often missed that particular piece of her mind. After all, without her entire brain structure how would she make it in her later years?

Of course, being young and in love, those thoughts soon passed away like fallen leaves in the wind.

[Hyakujo's Fox]

On her 17th birthday Marla's life began to change. She thought it may have something to do with the baseball sized growth she found on the side of her head. She cut it open with a melon knife, and 284 cherries poured out. Not that that was really out of the ordinary as the previous week it had been peas. She opened the cupboard with the bright yellow doors to look for her mother's cherry pie recipe. And that's when she saw the creature for the first time.

It was small, soft-looking, and the color of fresh green leaves, and when it noticed her looking at it, it said, "GLEEP." It seemed hungry, and immediately started picking at the cherries, discarding the meat and eating the pits. Marla took a few steps back and reached up to touch her head, where there should have been a gaping wound -- and only soft black hair met her questing fingers.

The creature eyed her curiously, then reached into a small pouch near it's abdomen and produced a golden nugget the size of a kumquat.This was no ordinary gold nugget. Marla eyed the nugget warily as it started to change colour and shape, "Curiouser and curiouser," she thought to herself.

After 5 minutes or so, the nugget turned into David Blaine, who she unceremoniously kicked to the curb for being a pitiful waste of time. He stood up, dusted himself off, and was immediately pulverised by a speeding Dominoes Pizza delivery truck driven by Macaulay Culkin and Danny Bonaduce, who were on their way to the open field on the other side of the tracks near the creek. The reason they were traveling at such a Blaine-flattening speed was right behind them, and gaining fast.

Now many think it is just a fascinating urban legend that the Partridge Family bus drives itself up and down this particular stretch of road with frightening regularity, but the locals (many of whom tell the story before and after being properly liquored up) have seen it with their own beady little bloodshot eyes. '...I think I love you...' wafted across the meadow and much to Marla's surprise the voice seemingly crooning to her wasn't David Cassidy.. but his brother Shaun. She watched, dumbfounded, as the multicolored motorcoach closed the distance between it and the fleeing piewagon. What in the world, she wondered, was about to happen? Would anything be the same? Isn't that arrangement pitched a bit low for Shaun's range? And who's playing the guitar if Bonaduce is in the truck ahead?

The questions swirled around Marla's head like flies around a light bulb, leaving her frustrated and badly in need of a drink.

Just as she was thinking about tequila and Rose's Lime Juice and ice and a blender and a frosty glass and a half smile had come to her face, she saw Bonaduce lean out of the pizza truck with a shotgun in his hands, and she heard a loud boom, a pop a screech, and saw the passenger-side front headlight of the bus go out as the whole vehicle lurched to the right.

In doing so, the bus barely missed the tiny gleeping creature sprung from Marla's head who had followed them all to profer yet another golden nugget from its round little abdomen. Marla accepted it with some trepidation, but was pleased to find that it immediately transmogrified into the frosty adult beverage she had been craving, complete with tasty salted rim.

The midday sun was growing rather hot now, so Marla decided to go for a dip in Lake Swilililapaswanee, selecting her orange and red polka-dotted swimsuit and matching flip-flops for the occasion.

A few minutes later, attired to match one of her favourite pictures of a solar flare, Marla picked her way down through pea gravel to the lake edge, followed closely by her tiny gleeping friend, who eyed her margarita as though comparing its fresh green colour to its own. "Jealousy can kill a friendship," Marla thought to herself, and swigged down the last of the green beverage. Not expecting it, she dropped the glass on the ground, when suddenly the Monster of Loch Swilililapaswanee showed up, belched her in the face and tried to snatch her little companion Sancho Pansa.
Yes, she had already named this little thing that ate cherries from her head the first time she'd seen it miraculously escape death in front of the careening Partridge Family bus, and (having grown quite fond of its quixotic attempts to engage her), Marla realized that it was the first time in all her seventeen years that she actually cared for something other than herself.

Oh sure, she thought she cared about Brad Pitt, but after he refused to answer any of her 24 carefully worded heartfelt letters, she realized he wasn't the man for her after all, and when he decided to procreate with that insufferably pouty-lipped Angelina (and that poor child - she will inevitably be nicknamed Shy), Marla wrote her final letter to him, and really gave him a piece of her mind. Not like with the cherries, no cherries for him, nosiree - a different piece of her mind. (See Letter thread.)

Marla idly wondered if maybe the piece of her mind she had sent Brad was a definite end to their relationship. Try as she might, she couldn't get the package to stop leaking and had finally shipped the whole thing off in a large, heavily sealed box labeled "Biohazard". She often missed that particular piece of her mind. After all, without her entire brain structure how would she make it in her later years?

Of course, being young and in love, those thoughts soon passed away like fallen leaves in the wind. But the wind that finally cleared her mind was the sickening belch emitted by the aforementioned Monster of Loch Swilililapaswanee who had completely devoured little Sancho during Marla's ill timed trip down memory lane.