Night of the Living Debt!

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Yeah...sorry guys. I've been swamped at work, and they watch our web use more now, so I've got to sneak it in on lunch and breaks.

Well here it is! Enjoy!

It has been a while but if you remember we were all heading off in the back of a Mr. Softee truck. Air Force Mom had revealed a lot of truths about how I was pretty much Shang Hai’d into this trip by a foodie hypnotist and most of the characters were not who they pretended to be. We will pick up our journey from there……

Obviously Mom did not want to say anymore and I was left with many unanswered questions. How did I fly? Who is Mike and why is she barking commands like a film director at him?. I looked around and on the ceiling toward the front was one of those black plastic bubbles like you see on the ceilings in department stores. Oh no! I thought. She is the film director. How sick is this? Am I some kind of experiment?
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“We are going back to near where you came from.” Skywalker answered. “The city.”
“Why there?”
“It is your way back.”
I could hear the jingling melody coming from the trucks bells.
“Why do they keep playing that?” Who is driving?”
“Maybe we will sell some ice cream on the way.” Volleyball girl replied.
“Oh brother!” I said to myself. ” This chick is too weird. Almost as weird as that Roxanne person.”
“Here take this.” Skywalker handed me a black hard cloth case. “Put it on your belt. I contains several packs of play money each containing one real dollar. They are loaded with die packs. There is a remote to set them off. If you are threatened by a bunch of them throw them a pack of money. They will fight for it because it smells real. Point the remote and press. The die will get all over their clothes. Remember they were vain self centered people in real life. Once there clothes are ruined they will run off to find a dry cleaner. Inside the case is also a water gun filled with milk. If you have a close encounter squirt them in the face. They hate milk. It is wholesome and reminds them of their innocent childhood. They will start to cry and you can escape.”
He handed a similar bag to the others.
After what seemed like an hour the music stopped and the truck started moving much slower finally coming to a stop. Air Force Mom forced open the service window on the side on the truck. There was a vacant lot and on the street on the other side, about a hundred yards away, I saw what had to be several hundred people lined up, wrapping around the building and down a street.
“Who are they? What are they doing?”
“That’s the goons you asked about. They spend eternity waiting for Donna Summer tickets to go on sale at ticket master when they are not chasing people for money.” Air Force Mom replied.
“There is an old theater down that street where that line wraps around.” Skywalker added. “There will be someone to let you in a door just down the side street.”
“How do we get there?” I asked.
“We walk and then we run like hell.” He popped open the rear door and yelled “Move! Lets go!”
We climbed from the truck and started walking across the vacant lot.
“Here look.” Sky handed me a pair of binoculars.
I peered through them and was shocked at what I saw, big hair, platform shoes, polyester stretching on forever. From a distance I could hear Barry Manilow singing “his name was Rico , he wore a diamond.” Copa Cabana!. Now I knew what hell was really like! We started walking across the vacant lot directly toward them.
To say I was not scared would be a lie!

to be continued......

And I get to be the first one to post.... I am so excited to read another chapter. I am worried it is comming to a close....I hope not. I know it can not go on forever, but I also hate to see you end it. And Barry Manilow???? Where in the world? and What were you taking??

Yay! I like the dye packs and milk! Awesome

What am I taking? Barry was the Epitome of the Late 70s along with Donna Summer, Fran Joule (Come to me), Evelyn Champagne King etc.

Thanks Poko!

Frog, how long do we have to wait for more. keep it up!!!!GREAT

Back to waiting for the next segment. AAAHH! The thrill of anticipation!
Thanks Frog. Love the story. Keep it coming.

Nice job Frog!

I am not reading you Volley. You are sending me subliminal messages. I found myself making turkey tacos this weekend. I know its you!

muuuuhahahaha!

Thanks everyone!! I really appreciate the support!

Frog, I can remember my mom and her friends drinking wine and dancing in the livingroom to Barry...those are things nightmares are made of.

I am so glad Frog is back with the story!!! Yea,....good job. And I love your new avatar too!!!