Can we get together and tell a story?

…but I noticed that across the street was a mysterious car with ONE occupant and he looked Italian.

I still decided to check it out. As I reached inside I discovered…

a slightly dismantled pair of binoculars. Intrigued, I placed the contraption upon my eyes and peered across the horizon..

Vito Corlione, I thought, no can’t be…h’es too young?

As he noticed me looking at him, he suddenly started the car and sped off. I was feeling uneasy and a bit curious, so I decided to…

…...call my uncle Harry ( Dirty Harry ) cause he;s a cop and he don’t mess around.

…but the department told me he’s been missing for 2 weeks.

Unlce Harry missing, what to do, what to do! ( the plot thickens)

I weighed all of the options in my mind. I finally decided on the only thing that seemed reasonable, and started to…

….pack an overnite bag, this experience chilled me to the bone and I just had to leave.

As I sat on the plane, I grabbed the duffel bag that had contained the binoculars. There was a mysterious odor coming from it, and the other passengers began to take notice. When I unzipped the side pocket I astonished to see…..

The chucacabra…

the smell was unbearable…

In a flustered panic, I grabbed the duffle bag and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

Just then an Air Marshall arrived on the scene.

(reverse those last two?)

done.

In the small confinement of the bathroom, the odor really was unbearable and now I really had to do something about it

I noticed the contents were disintegrating before my very eyes into a powdery black substance, it was time to flush it down the toilet.

not sure this will link if another crafting at the same time!
But as I tried to tip the wierd looking black substance down the pan it started to rise in a swarm…

In no time the swarm was filling the bathroom and I realized I had to make my escape in a hurry. I rushed out the door and tried to shut it quickly to contain the swarm of… my God, what were they?

I know Uncle Harry would know what to do, but he;s missing and I’m no damned Mcguiver.

as if by instinct I grabbed..

….one of them and just squeezed, the passengers were out of their seats as the Air Marshall asked for CALM!

He stood, began to speak and the passengers fell silent…

The little black creatures seeped into the cabin walls of the plane and were out of sight for the moment and all appeared safe.

But who was really speaking?......

Was it the Marshal? Myself? or the “other” within me?

My stomach dropped. What if the binoculars were used to identify the tiny creatures? Without a second thought, I opened the bathroom door to grab the binoculars…

to my horror….

There sat…

I think some of you guys missed reading this line:

NO repeat customers. Meaning you can only add to this post once.

I read it… I just disregarded it because everybody else was…

@Jeruba, I saw that, but since everyone else ignored it I assumed the thing just gained a life of it’s own

Same here, about posting more than once.

Well, then, sorry for the interruption, Carry on.

a facinating creature that appeared…

although I can’t find the question with the story in it, I thought I’d mention that we did this once before and @richardhenry got it published for us. I recommend it. It’s a good read.

…..when over the speaker, the pilot announce an emergency landing at LAX…no one was to deplane until the FBI had questioned EVERYONE.

The questioning, it was like having your teeth pulled one at a time. But then, I remembered the MacGyver pocket knife. Purchased while watching late night infomercials. I felt driven to possess it since it was not detectable by x-ray.
I whipped it out and proceeded to spread peanut butter on a cracker.

(commercial break)

Before I was able to taste my cracker w/peanut butter I was informed that we were to remain on the plane and possibly fly out to the Nevada desert to ” de-brief”, could it be Area 51 I thought…..and why was Uncle Harry texting me to ” not say a word ” about the contents of
” the bag ”. Was this all about Uncle Harry, I thought….hmmm, things were getting spookier by the minute….what happened to the alien creatures?

We landed in Nevada. It was a bumpy ride….

….as we taxied down the runway , an escort of at least 30 Jeeps and Humvees , fully armored , were ready for anything that might crawl out of the 737 jumbo jet. As we approached, I could see an abandoned hangar in the distance, it was sure to be our debriefing area.

( Station Identification-Hurricane Warning )

Come on people , this thing needs a cool ending….or do you want me to FINISH it?

As we deplaned, and were walking towards the hanger, we saw him. ...

…..Uncle Harry and the big Italian guy BOTH standing there with all the FBI guys….WTF?

…They had handcuffs around their hands

Harry in cuffs, no way , this has to be a mistake , whats in store for us , I thought?

And there, standing behind them all and laughing was…

…me? It looked like me—a spitting image. But… how could I be in two places at once?

….it must be the time-turner

I approached myself….

Then, I touched myself…

(would that be considered homosexual?)

Something suddenly happen. The sound of a car, the bark of a dog. Things before me were all of a sudden blurry, then becoming crystal clear. I was not at area 51 but standing in my front yard.
That duffel bag at my feet. How could this have happened? I pondered. Then it all came to me. Like a flash of light, light you only see when you leave foil in the microwave.
The tote was not a sack but Fluther. The content, an accumulation of ideas, thoughts and opinions.
So overwhelmed, my mind started to drift, floating away like a cracker on a darkened sea. A sea of earthnutt butter.
Some added to the story, yet others tried to commandeer. Guiding it in a constant direction, there own lack of self control. But always leading to a new and uncharted location.

I stepped back, shook off the stupor. My mind overloaded with information that repels me but also adheres me to this place.
I want to kick it, shake the over bloated runoff from my shoes. But I cant. I wont, I need that duffel bag!
For all its worth it is mine. IT IS MINE!
Scooping the bag from the ground and exiting stage right. I enter the darkness of my domicile. Me, the bag a nice glass of chianti and a plate of fatha beans.
Ahhhh, what will tomorrow bring?

and yet, as I look towards the empty plane, I see the swarm, ominously rising into the sky, heading East I think…..

au revoir Pee Wee, au revoir.

—is someone going to start another one of these somewhere else? it was fun!!