ALLENTOWN IS NICE: June 2010

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

It looks good! Really.

Lord Bramwell?

Enter.

We have recovered your eye.

Bring it to me.

It looks good! Really.

It is of no importance. ... Now bring me the transpolar destabilizer and my snow suit.

Caw!

The Great White Crow is nearly within our grasp.

And there's a new post on Parallel Time! Caw.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Oops

That's tomorrow's post over there in the thumbnail, but there's a new one today at Parallel Time.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Sorry about the Phillies, dudes

Hola, dudes! I'm in a meeting, so I'll make this quick.

You're wondering if the dudes on the elevator are dead -- am I right? Well, it sure doesn't look good does it? If you really want to know, check out Parallel Time.

What did Karl say? ... Interphasic toast, I reckon. Hmmm. ... Man, I never get tired of doing Karl. Hmmm. It aint got no gas in it. Mmm. ... Flowers is purty. Mmm. ... I like them french fried potaters. Mmm. Ha!

Hey, lookit. I also do Jayson Werth. Ha! ... Oh yeah. Sorry about the Phillies, dudes, but I did heal Rollins' leg, right? ... Later!

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

I reckon we's done for

It feels as if the elevator is being torn apart!

Oh dear. ... I'm too scared to faint!

I reckon we's done for. Mmm.

The protocols! Maybe if we all change ino the new uniforms ...

It's worth a try. Hurry!

Karl, if you had to live your life over again, would you do anything differently?

I'd probably get me some more of them french fried potaters. Hmm.

I think I would have finished "Answered Prayers" while I still had the chops ...

-POOF!-

... Oh! Now the I Ching paddles and are gone ... and the balls! We are completely out of control.

This is the end!

Scrapple, we're coming to join you!

Thursday, June 17, 2010

I hate Marge

So, one minute I'm a baby dinosaur playing with Jesus in the Garden of Eden, then, suddenly, I'm whisked away on an elevator travelling though time and space. So, I finally get used to that and I start growing up and I make some pretty good friends on the elevator, like Mrs. Egram, Truman and Karl. Even the Green Guy was OK, though he was sort of a wuss. And there was Bramwell, of course. I never really liked him. ... So, anyway, what happens? Suddenly, I'm grabbed by an interdimensional rift and trapped in an interphasic reality that exists somewhere between time and space. My life is over before it ever began. I mean, was that really God's plan for me ... to float in an interphasic void ... all my hopes and dreams dashed? And why? Because of someone named Marge who lives in a place called Allentown. I hate Marge, whoever she is. ... Well, you don't need to hear my troubles, do you? One good thing to come of it, I guess, is that I can talk and think now. ... Though, I have no one to talk to and my life was too short to have much to think about. ... Anyway. I'm supposed to tell you about a new post on Parallel Time, but I don't really feel like it.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Never mind

One minute I was playing hide-and-go-seek with Mr. Bear's little girls in the Secret Room in 1867 and the next minute I'm stuck here with these stinky dinosaurs in prehistoric times. I think that's just awful. And Adam and Eve are the worst neighbors ever. And that boy of theirs -- Cane. What a brat! And this stupid elevator. It never comes. ... Oh. Right. I was supposed to mention that there's a new post about about some nasty something or other at Parallel Time. ... Never mind.

Friday, June 11, 2010

My balls are smoking!

This has been the longest and most turbulent segment of our interdimensional elevator voyage thus far. Truman, are you quite sure that you are practicing economy in the bouncing of your I Ching balls?

My balls are barely bouncing. Are you sure that you shouldn't be bringing the drink cart around?

You may live to regret your impertinence some day, Truman.

Your balls may not be bouncin' but this been a purty rough ride. Hmm.

And what could be causing these bright flashing lights?

Maybe it's covered in Bramwell's letter.

-POOF!-

The drink cart! It just disappeared!

No! ... Oh! My balls are smoking!

According to what I can glean from Bramwell's interdimensional protocols, the flashing lights may be indicative of the opening of interdimensional rifts.

Mmm. So I reckon one of them interdimensional rifts opened up and grabbed ol' Marge's drink cart. I reckon that means the cart is trapped in some sorta interphasic reality that exists somewhere's between time an' space. Hmm.

So, theoretically, any of us could be pulled into an interdimensional rift at any moment and be lost forever?

I reckon. ... Guess that's why ol' Bramwell said "Interdimensional travel a'fraught with unspeakable danger" and whatnot. Mmm. ... He said that before them crows got to peckin' him to death, a'course. Mmm.

And why would Truman's I Ching balls be smoking?

I'm afraid that is not covered in the protocols.

I reckon he been workin' them too hard.

Hey, I've been under a lot of stress!

-POOF!-

Scrapple?

The dinosaur! it's gone!

That dinosaur has a name!

Mmm. Interphasic Toast, I reckon.

Meanwhile ...

... A group of Allentonians has traveled into the past in an attempt to kill the demon Marge before she comes to Allentown and destroys the city. However, they have repeatedly failed in those attempts. They have bungled them so badly, in fact, that they have created an Alternate Timeline in which Marge lives quietly in her chalet in Turkey and calls herself Mrs. Egram, in which she never eats her brother Ronan and in which she becomes a significantly less evil demon than the one that is destroying Allentown in the present. The time travelers -- demon hunter extraordinaire Maximillian A. Bear, his son Max Jr. (formerly the polar bear cub spirit Max), Karl, the Green Guy and Truman (the ghost who was transformed into a flying polar bear rug when he escaped from Marge via the Secret Room time portal) -- find themselves trapped in Alternate Time, having run afoul of the Crows (principally through eating several of them) who previously had assisted in their journeys through time. The time travelers have joined with Mrs. Egram in an attempt to travel to non-Alternate Allentown to stop Marge in the present time, where St. Michael the Archangel struggles with steroid detoxification as he continues to be locked in mortal combat with Marge in the streets of downtown Allentown, which has largely been transformed into a smoldering ruin. Meanwhile still-unemployed super agent Jack Bauer and a small band of followers have traveled to Parallel time to battle a new enemy to heaven itself -- the deceased actor Paul Newman, or so they believe. Newman took control of Parallel heaven and initiated the celestial lockdown protocols, blocking travel to and from Parallel Time. However one portal remains open -- that guarded by the mysterious Old Donovan in a forgotten comfort station deep beneath downtown Allentown. It was believed that Newman seized Parallel Heaven after drugging Jesus with tainted tortilla chips; however, a new story seems to be emerging. The Bauer party, however, has been separated, with Bauer traveling to the Parallel Antarctic Vatican; Atown-Liker ending up in the TV Chef Network Studios, where he is reunited with the Countess of Monaco, who has be retransformed from a sea monster back into a woman who sort of looks like a sea monster; and the Player washing up at Parallel Atown Liker's headquarters. Also, Rudolph and Gen. Trexler have been banished to hell for not answering Old Donovan's questions correctly and Bubbles, the little angel, was banished to the Macungies. Their fates will be determined at some point in a flashback. Meanwhile, Bauer has learned that Newman is not his target. The enemy of heaven is actually the Crows, who are attempting to bring about the Apocalypse through the use of an ancient holy artifact being guarded at the South Pole by Parallel Pope Boneyface. Meanwhile, while in Parallel Time, non-Parallel Atown-Liker was nosing around Parallel Atown-Liker's headquarters where he either had a massive hallucination or was transported to Dickensian London via a Secret Armoire. Meanwhile, the Irish warrior Cuchulainn remains dead after being mortally wounded by Trexler; and the Spanish Armada, led by turncoat Archangel Gabriel, remains quiet after being defeated by an underwater assault by Trexler and the frightening firepower of Santa's Battle Sleigh 1. With the help of Little Ronan (a.k.a. Parallel Time-Alternate Timeline Purgatory Ronan) and [[[Spoiler Alert!]]] Rudolph, Santa recovered sufficiently enough from depression, substance abuse and the death of Prancer to deliver the goods on Christmas. Meanwhile, the fate of Ponzi remains unclear. Previously Newman sent his small dog into Parallel Time to ingratiate himself with President Madoff and to steal Madoff's investment fund. Ponzi was forced into hiding after angering Kevin Bacon, the Muppet Bert and some TV chefs who have vowed to cook and eat him.