Previously on the Dash Kitten Blog...
OK Silver, pass me that screwdriver. You hold the whisk at an angle just, there and I...
Woah! That is not what I...
"Hmmm... Hmmm... HMMM... Uh.... Um... Awww... Awww... MOUSES!" and Seville stomped a paw.
Silver picked himself up off the ground, brushing soot and dust off his coat with a paw. Scrunching up his nose he asked, "Ewww... What's that horrible smell?"
"That would be me," Seville answered very matter-of-factly. "I think I singed a whisker in that there explosion. Plus, I may have had a little accident. You know, due to all the excitement and stuff."
Seville beckoned to his pal. "Silver, come on over here and give me a paw, would ya? BUT DON'T STEP IN THAT PUDDLE! Like I said, I had a little accident."
Shaking his head, Silver carefully side-stepped the puddle on the floor, and approached Seville. "What happened?"
Seville sat back on his haunches. "I haven't got a clue. Best I can figure is that uh... Well... Ummm... Well uh... Somethin' blew up."
Silver scratched behind an ear. "I had kind of figured that bit out on my own there, Sivvers. Any idea why this something blew up?"
"Any idea where we are?"
Silver pawed his way over to an open window, peered outside, and murmured, "Well we're not in Kansas anymore buddy."
"We weren't in Kansas before, Silver, so that shouldn't come as a big surprise. I think we're probably in Chicago. You know, during the Prohibition Era. After all, that is the time and place we were tryin' to get to when... You know... Everythin' blew up. See if you can figure out the date from that calendar over there," and Seville pointed to a Gangster-of-the-Month calendar hanging on the wall.
Moments later, Silver was back at Seville's side. "I think we're in the 1920's. Also, I think this might be..."
Both cats froze. They could hear voices on the other side of the door. Deep, unfriendly, sinister sounding voices.
"Quick! Hide!!!" Seville hissed. The two cats dove beneath and behind a leather couch on the far side of the room.
"Like I was sayin', he's swimming with the fishes right about now. What the...? Did something die in here? What's that godawful smell?"
Sensing Seville might answer the gangster who had walked through the door, Silver quickly placed a paw over his pal's mouth.
"AND WHAT DID I STEP IN???"
Seville looked down at his paws somewhat sheepishly.
After what seemed like an eternity, the two 1920's Chicago gangsters left the room. The cats ventured out from their hiding places.
"Like I was trying to tell you before," Silver hissed, "I think this is the office of a real, live, 1920's Chicago gangster. This is not a good place for us to stick around. We need to teleport back to 2016, ASAP."
"Yeah, about that. We might have a bit of a problem, Silver. You see when uh... Well when... Um... When everything blew up..."
"Yes," nodded Silver, expectantly.
"Well uh... Well... Well I'm pretty sure our whisks blew up, too."
Silver's jaw dropped. "Are you saying..."
"Yeah, we're up a time stream without a whisk."
"But without any whisks..."
"We can't get home," Seville finished Silver's sentence.
The two cats stared at one another in silence.
"Seville, this is not good. This is not good. This is NOT good. Not good at all. This is very, very bad. Do you think it was the whisks? Do you think those experimental warp whisks were faulty?"
"That very well could have something to do with it," Seville nodded. His eyes wandered up to the ceiling. "Another possibility is that I might have accidentally dropped some crushed nip in the rubber compound I was using to coat the whisks. I'm thinkin' the bits of nip might have interfered with the energy transfer, messin' up the time stream."
Silver slapped a paw to his forehead. "Sivvers! Remember what Savvy always says? NEVER TELEPORT OR TIME TRAVEL WHILE NIPPED!"
"Now you remind me. OH MY MOUSES!" and Seville sunk to the floor in despair. "What is Savvy gonna say when she finds out we're trapped in 1920's Chicago? We're in BIG trouble. I'm NEVER gonna hear the end of this, for sure."
"Maybe she doesn't need to know," Silver suggested hopefully. "Maybe we can get back to the present without Savvy ever finding out about what has happened here."
"Silver, we have no whisks. We have NO WAY to get home. We're stuck here. Stuck here in 1920's Chicago. Our ONLY HOPE of ever getting home is to contact Savvy. We need her to mount a rescue. But don't worry. I HAVE A PLAN."
Be sure to tune in to Part 4 of the Prohibition Error, this Friday, on the Dash Kitten Blog. purrs
Wednesday, 23 November 2016
The AdventurCats Prohibition Error Part 3
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It's rumored that an ancestor of mine worked for that guy whose picture is on the wall. He was supposed to have been good to his friends, and an equal opportunity employer. IDK if he paid in tuna, though. ;)ReplyDelete
Hmmm, if the past is any indication, I wouldn't listen to a plan by Seville. Heh heh.ReplyDelete
dood...a pawz a pawz a pawz......we loves thiz storee N we gotta say ewe iz rockin yur hat.....oh, N pleez due knot say anything bout de cubz final lee winnin de werld seer eez in 2016 ..... coz then ther goez de hole goat curse N all !!ReplyDelete
N we noe ewe due knot haz bass terd turkee day two morrow but we will bee off line til monday sew heerz two a pie filled noe burd happee week oh end !!! ~~~~ ♥♥♥♥♥
I loves it when you have a plan, Seville, it's just like the A Team... What am I saying? You ARE the A team, the AdventurCat Team. Now all you need is some duck tape, frying pan, string and a whisk... purrs ERinReplyDelete
Good thing you have a plan...I hope it works out because you definitely don't want to be stuck in 1920s Chicago. Unless you do...but you probably don't.ReplyDelete
I hope it is a good plan Seville, because it sounds like you are in deep do!ReplyDelete
Now I have a plan...to see what happens next!ReplyDelete
OH wiw - I had no idea.....ReplyDelete
This is what he gets up to???
Busy busy cat ♥ReplyDelete
TKS HERE...That plan better be a good one my pals. Savvy isn't in a good mood lately, somethin' about gettin' her claws clipped.ReplyDelete
We can't wait to find out what happens next!ReplyDelete
have a wonderful weekend...
Noodle and crew
Oh dear. However will you get out of this one ??ReplyDelete
Seville dude, like OMC DUDE!!!! Like seriously dude, if mew need any help there's always The 'B' Team, we can jump in Time-Travelling Telephone Box and come to assist should mew require... mew only have to send the sign! Purrs Basil & Co xoxReplyDelete
I must head over to Dash to get the conclusion. I am glad I read this late so I didn't have to wait for the ending. I have that same camera on display in my home :)ReplyDelete
Just jumped in : how exciting ! PurrsReplyDelete