The Great Blaather MbBlenzy slowly took in his surroundings from his rather lowly vantage point. He'd never been invited into a girls house before. Actually he'd never been invited into anyone's house before. Really, the truth of the matter was that he'd never been in a house before. He lived in cardboard box.
It was a nice box. Roomy and all that. It had a lid, well, it had flaps anyway. The main problem was that it often blew away when the wind blew long and hard. The sound of cardboard scraping against concrete always reminded him about losing his cardboard dwelling and all his possessions, which consisted of bits of fluff and string mostly.
Blaather looked around in wonder.
"Ohhh a table!" He said with awe. "You must be rich!"
"Beyond your wildest dreams." Answered the girl, "I also have a bed"
Blaather froze in a moment of uncertain anxiety. The girls last statement seemed like some kind of naughty line. What should he say in return? He closed his eyes, swallowed, and did the best he could.
"Well...I have some underpants"
The girl smiled the smile of one who tolerated foolish foot in mouth replies. "I meant for you to sleep on tonight. You know, for someone who is not very confident in themselves you sure read a lot into my kind guestures"
"It's how society has taught me to be, society has taught me to associate feminine kindness with sexual permissiveness. You see it all started with..."
Then the bees came. A flood of bees from the kitchen area. This was an unexpected development. Unless people go through there whole lives expecting bees to come at them, they will no doubt be surprised when and if they do.
Pop was enjoying a nice cold bath when Iman crashed through the ceiling. Things were now quite literally falling into place.
Nothing spoils a nice relaxing bath as much as a body falling through the ceiling. It's just so hard to carry on soaking when it happens. Iggy tried. He sang a song, blew some bubbles off his hand, but it was no good, his gaze kept on returning to the mangled pile of wires and pudding.
The wires were from the robot. The pudding was his after-bath desert.
"I'm...allryyy...ooo...ok....pudding...broke....my...." were Imans last words. Her twisted, partially melted, pudding covered face burst into flames.
Evil Pop took a moment to think. He thought about Bowie, he thought about Iman, he thought about pudding. He rued the fact that an evil being could not even stop scheming for one lousy minute before everything fell apart. Yet the good guys just sit on there ass all day making wisecracks and smiling and everything just happened for them.
He got out of the bath and took his clothes off. He had some late night scheming to do, a call to make, and some pudding to scrape off the floor.
The room was blue. Electric blue. The blinds were drawn, and it was very quiet. Something told Father McKenzie that this was not his water tank. His water tank was much wetter than this, and much more.....transparent.
The room was empty except for a number of doors. He counted them. There were two.
Being the easily bored man he was he chose a door at random and went through it. Just as the door shut Malony materialized in the room and started counting the doors.
McKenzie was now in a room full of smoke. He could just make out a red statue standing in the centre, it was hard to tell exactly what it was because of all the smoke. As his eyes started to water and he began to cough and wheeze he decided to turn back and try the other door. As he returned to the previous room he saw that he hadn't returned at all, he was in a completely new room.
This room seemed a bit more comfy. It had a chair and a television set, which was showing "The Bold and The Beautiful". A poster of Mars adorned the far wall. The floor seemed to consist of sparkly sand.
All the sudden an elderly gentleman in a plaid suit materialized in the rooms centre. "Oooop wrong room! Excuse me." he uttered and disappeared again.
Something was most definately odd about all this.
Elsewhere Malony was wading through chickens in a room with light green walls. There were two doors here also, through one he could here the theme music from "The Bold and The Beautiful". He wondered to himself how Amber and Rick were going in their rocky relationship.
There was only one way to find out.
TO BE CONTINUED...
"Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God..."