Skanks On A Plane
As two parachutes float away, one of the bimbos pulls the door to the plane shut.
From the back of the plane Jeremy pops out.
"I thought they'd never leave!" he says.
He comes out dressed like Hef in a smoking jacket.
"Now let's party!"
The music comes up and everyone starts dancing. Bottles of champagne appear, toasts all around.
Off in the corner a girl dances alone, then slips around the corner.
It's Andre in a blonde wig and a Touch This Guy stewardess uniform.
He lets himself into the cockpit where Rawlings sits, smoking a joint, Lynyrd Skynyrd blasting. Next to him in the co-pilot's seat is a monkey, flying the plane.
It hits an air pocket, and Rawlings yells.
"HEY SHAWN watch it, you almost made me spill my beer!"
He named the monkey Shawn!
The monkey, wearing a little pilot's hat and a name tag that says "Shawn" grins and hold his hand out for a beer.
Rawlings sees Andre.
"Hey baby, get in here and sit on my lap"
This guy must be high if he thinks Andre looks good
He grabs Andre's hand, and stares at his hairy knuckles, "Are you sure you're a chick?"
Over at the Salem Police Academy, a group of cops sit around a table laughing uncontrollably.
Bo comes in.
"What's so funny?""
"OH Brady, we just got your kid's application! This has to be a joke right? I mean he lists driving stolen cars through houses as a skill!" They all laugh.
Bo stares at them, and they stop laughing.
"How dare you! The Brady family has a long tradition of helping others. Of standing up for the downtrodden. Of righting wrongs. Of defending the defenseless. Of thwarting evil at every turn. Of honesty, integrity, the highest moral fiber......" Bo snorts then dissolves into helpless laughter.
"Oh man, I didn't think I could make it that far through that speech with a straight face!"
The cops all laugh.
"Hey!" says one cop "Let's put your kid on homicide, as a detective! Then tell him his first job is to investigate Jett Carver's shooting"
Jett walks in "Somebody shot me?"
The cops all welcome him with high fives.
"Man I have never gone to that much trouble to get away from a chick! But that Chelsea, she is one clingy broad!"
"Hey now, that's my daughter" growls Bo. And he once again can't maintain the angry face and starts laughing.
"Man I gotta work on that, getting angry thing"
Jett continues with his story
"Check this out, I even told her "I love you" with my "dying breath" Everyone laughs
Bo roars.
"Dude you better make sure you're dead! Even then I'm not sure if that'll be enough to get MY daughter off your back! Nick had to marry a Vegas hooker to get rid of her!"
"Whoa" laughs Jett "I better make a good looking corpse!"
The cops join in the laughter as we see Chelsea standing outside the door listening.
She gets that sideways jaw thing of hers going and pulls a pair of black leather gloves out of her purse.
"We'll see who has the last laugh!" She snarls as she pulls on The Gloves
next!
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Chelsea heads for the trash and picks out a hairbrush, petrie dish lids, faked paternity tests and sets them aside.
"Damn, none of these will bother the Keystone cops." She digs around some more and finds a clock, it's ticking. She gets a smirk on her face as she decides it's time for another prop bomb.
Chelsea does a little more digging and finds a box which is just the right size for her fake bomb. She ignores the message scrawled on the outside, "CAUTION: REAL BOMB INSIDE!" She puts the clock inside and walks back into the cop shop. Just as she approaches the room where the guys are yukking it up, Jett walks out.
Jett's eyes meet Chelsea's. Jett senses something is wrong. The subtle look of disapproval on Chelsea's face tips him off... That and the blood dripping from the freshly tattooed pentagram in her forehead. "Baby," gasps Jett, "I can explain!"
Chelsea don' wan' no stinkin' explanation. She heaves the box at Jett and runs away. Jett screams, "Baby! Wait! OMG! This box... IT'S TICKIN..."
KA-BOOM!
Chelsea hears the explosion and runs back to Jett. He's lying on the floor gushing blood like the Mirage Volcano. His half-blind dying eyes look up at blithering chelsea. "Chelsea," he says, "I have something to tell you..."
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