Friday, March 27, 2015

Flippy the Elf

Author's Note: You may be asking yourself, "Self, why is Jim Blow making up excuses about some elf? Why not just take responsibility like a man and say he forgot?"
Great Question!
You might also wonder why Jim doesn't like a Parfait. Because, according to a very particular annoying donkey, everyone likes parfait.
Dumb Question!
You must also be curious as to why this website is so empty.
Ridiculous Question! (If you would comment asking for other things, then you would get something besides Ace&Stuart.)
This week's post is about Flippy the Elf--and how he is SO not made up. Hope you enjoy.
(Please comment for my sanity, I'm starting to feel lonely here in my cardboard box with Flippy.)
--Jim Blow
Last week's post came a day late, so this is a day early.

Flippy the Elf
How he came to be Jim's Apprentice.
(Can I restart?)

Flippy the Elf: Rides Again.
(Can I restart one last time?)

Flippy the Elf Becomes An Apprentice--For like, a week--to someone incredibly handsome and cool.

Flippy The Elf sat in his small cage, slaving away. He was quite a useless creature, and nobody wanted to buy him because of his hideousness ears. They came up to points, but then sagged off to either side. His brother was to blame.

 Flippy's younger brother, Floppy, only had one arm. With his one arm he would hang on to his older brother's ear. This made Flippy's extraordinary ear sag. Well, now it just looked ridiculous! Like a rabbit. With one ear up and the other down, the Elf family was shamed.

*shame!*

Thus Flippy's father, Flappy, took off Floppy's arm, and attached it on the other side of his body. (This is not gruesome, for Floppy was actually part lego. It came from his mother's side. Who was his mother? Fluppy? Of course not! Her name was Ariah.)

Now that Floppy had an arm on his other side, he begun hanging on Flippy's other ear. Now both ears were equal. To stop any further injustice to his son's ears, Flappy took Floppy's arm off, and threw him in the discard pile. Thus Floppy became that annoying useless lego character with no arms, and the only thing he really can do, is be eaten by lego sharks. That's an enjoyable thing to see. So, Floppy became professional bait. (It's a real job. My neighbor took the job a few years ago, asked me to take his newspapers for him while he was gone. Though I'm starting to get worried because that was ten years ago. Don't suppose anything happened to him...)

This story isn't about the olympic gold medalist Floppy, this is about Flippy The stupid Elf. (The stupid isn't capitalized, and therefore isn't always part of his name.)

Well, Flippy wasn't always in that cage, slaving away, and being for sale. He once had a love. With his brother gone, Filppy grew up--well, everything but his ears, they stayed low.

Anyway, Flippy fell in love with a girl named Nab. He liked everything about her--except her name. When she refused to change it, Flippy left her. She called the police, saying awful things about Flippy. (Nab was a princess in her own mind, and no one was to treat her the way Flippy had.)
Thus the poor Flippy was thrown behind bars. He slaved away making "For Sale" signs, which were to be hung in front of his cage.

Then one day an author made the worst mistake of his life. He bought Flippy. (Yes, that was me.)
To test Flippy, the author made him organize the rooms and rooms full of old newspapers, which he'd been collecting for his friend. (The professional shark bait guy.)
Flippy passed. Not.

At this point it didn't matter. When the author tried to return Flippy, he was Payed to keep the Elf. It was a reasonable check. Well, until the Elf got a screwdriver. The thing reeked havoc in Jim's home.
With that, Jim sucked it up--bought new pillows and a new laptop--and posted Flippy on craigslist.

He's still there. Please take him.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Ace & Stuart: Adventure Five: Quest to Solve A Murder

Author's Note: This is one day late. We apologize. Reason? Flippy the elf is to blame. Not that we authors cast blame...
Flippy was up all night running around my house with a screwdriver. He continually sunk the tool into my favorite pillows all over the house. Finally I stopped him by throwing a laptop at him. Thus I had to buy a new laptop, and wasn't able to post on Saturday.
Sorrry.
(in sorry there are three r's on purpose)
--Jim Blow

Adventure Five: Quest to Solve A Murder

“Master Ace?”
“I assume you want to know why we’re boarding this ship, Stuart?”
“Yeah. That’s exactly what I want to know.”
“Well, I figured as much. Does it really matter?”
“Dang. I must be becoming predictable.”
“Oh dear. It’s all right!”
“Really?”
“Stuart, don’t question me. Just because I know you’re always going to ask what’s going on, doesn’t mean you’re predictable.”
“Gee, that means a lot.”
“Besides, you aren’t predictable at all. Have you seen your pockets lately?”
“Wow. I guess that’s unique.”
“And certainly unpredictable.”
“Still, why are we boarding this boat?”
“We need to travel across the seas.”
“Why?”
“Gak! It doesn’t matter.”
“Sorry. I just want to know what’s happening. We have all the ingredients, don’t we?”
“Of course. Now we need to actually go and cook the cake. I’m starving!”
“How do we cook cake?”
“There’s no better place than a volcano!”
“Wow! We’re really going to cook cake in a volcano?”
“No.”
“But you said--”
“We’re travelling by boat to a very special place.”
“And where’s that?”
“My mother’s house: Finest bakery in all the world.”
“I think that’s a matter of opinion, Master Ace.”
“Perhaps. But if anyone can cook this cake to what it needs to be, it’s her.”
“Okay. That’s fine with me.”
“I’m so glad you approve. Not. Now bring our luggage.”
“Do you want the luggage in the closet?”
“Fine, fine. It’s nearly dark. Get ready for bed.”
“I call top bunk!”
“Don’t be so childish. Besides, I get top bunk.”
“But Master Ace, I called it!”
“You are my stooge! Don’t forget that.”
“Sorry. I didn’t really want the top bunk anyway...”
“Then it’s settled. I’m going to bed.”
“So am I.”
“Think again Stuart.”
“I’m not going to bed?”
“Of course not. You’re going to go get me a glass of water.”
“Okay, Master Ace.”
“So long Stuart. Hurry back. I’m thirsty.”
“So long. Gee! It’s pretty cold out here. Hey! Who goes there? Master Ace, help!”
“Stuart? Why’d you come back in here. I sent you to get me water.”
“I was. I mean I did. Well, then I...and it was awful!”
“I have no idea what you’re blabbering on about!”
“Help, Master Ace!”
“With what Stuart? Calm down. What happened?”
“You told me to get water,”
“Which you didn’t.”
“And I went outside.”
“Then what?”
“Something awful. There were these men. They were fighting.”
“Okay. Their fighting scared you? Is that why you’re here?”
“No, no, no! One of them stabbed the other! I swear it Master Ace!”
“Hold on! Stabbed? A murder on the ship? That’s dreadful!”
“I know! Please, Master Ace! We have to help.”
“That’s obvious. We must investigate.”
“Should I tell the captain?”
“No, no. We have no idea who is in on this. This takes priority!”
“Priority over what?”
“The quest for cake must be put on hold. We need to solve this mystery!”
“A real life mystery? On board the ship! Just like Sherlock Holmes.”
“Good idea. You can be Stuart Watson Stooge.”
“And you’ll be Master Master Sherlock Ace.”
“Just Master Ace. Now lets investigate!”
“Here’s where it happened Master Ace.”
“And you’re positive of what you saw last night?”
“Definitely. Down to the ketchup I remember every detail!”
“Ketchup? What are you talking about Stuart?”
“The ketchup on the ground right there. It fell from the killer’s pocket.”
“Say what? Interesting. There really is ketchup here on the dock.”
“Just how I saw it.”
“Our first clue!”
“Yay! Now what?”
“We try to decide who would be holding ketchup.”
“Somebody who works in the kitchens might.”
“That would explain how they got a knife too! To the kitchen!”
“To the kitchen! After you Master Ace!”
“Of course it’s after me!”
“Eww! The kitchen smells bad.”
“Plug your nose.”
“No need.”
“What? The smell not affecting you anymore?”
“No, I just found this gas mask in my pocket.”
“Naturally. Now look around.”
“What are we looking for?”
“I don’t know. The murder weapon, the murderer, other clues.”
“How about the body?”
“Yes, that too.”
“Okay.”
“Out of curiosity, why do you ask?”
“Nothing. There was just this man sleeping in the fridge over there.”
“Show me! Stuart, that man is dead!”
“Eek! Call the police!”
“Keep your voice down! Help me investigate the body.”
“Brrr! It’s cold in here, Master Ace!”
“It is a bit chilly. Hey! Don’t close the fridge door!”
“Master Ace! Somebody just locked us in here!”
“Blast! The murderer knows we’re onto them.”
“We’re going to freeze to death!”
“Nobody is going to die,”
“Except that man!”
“Give me a boost Stuart!”
“Okay. Is that high enough?”
“Great! I’ve almost removed this panel!”
“I can’t feel my toes, Master Ace!”
“Stop whining. There! I got the panel.”
“Help! Master Ace!”
“What? The body is moving!? How is that possible? It’s dead!”
“It has my ankle!”
“For crying out loud. Grab my hand.”
“Whew! Thanks.”
“I’m going to boost you out through the panel.”
“1...3...1...2...”
“Where’d you learn to count?”
“Elementary--”
“Nevermind. Crawl down the shaft you’re in, and open up this fridge!”
“Aye Aye!”
“As for you, victim. We’re going to get you warm. Then you and I are going to have a talk.”
“Master Ace! The door is open!”
“Great, Stuart! Now help me carry this poor victim to our room!”
“Wow. Bodies are kinda heavy.”
“Certainly doesn’t help that he’s almost completely iced over!”
“Where should we set him?”
“Right over there.”
“On my bed!?”
“There. Now fetch something to unfreeze him with.”
“Will this do?”
“A flamethrower? Of course not! We want to unfreeze him, not kill him!”
“How about this?”
“A blow drier? That’ll work.”
“It was in my pocket.”
“Go grab a blanket from the closet, too.”
“Right away, Sir!”
“Hurry up!”
“Here you go, Master Ace!”
“Don’t give it to me. You’re going to unfreeze the man while I sit here and watch.”
“This may take a while.”
“We have time.”
“There, I’m finished!”
“You said it was going to take a while!”
“This was a blow drier 900.”
“That doesn’t even make sense. Whatever.”
“What now Sherlock?”
“You go sit in the corner while I talk to him.”
“Why do I have to sit in the corner?”
“Because you called my Sherlock, and because I say so!”
“Okay. Bye!”
“Sorry about him. My name is Master Ace.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“What’s your name?”
“Phillip O’dale.”
“What were you doing in that freezer Mr. Odale?”
“I was stabbed last night.”
“Terribly sorry about that. How--”
“Before you continue, I have one question.”
“What can I do for you?”
“How did you find me?”
“Stuart over there saw you get stabbed last night.”
“I see. That kinda makes things clearer for me.”
“Good. I see you have healed up nicely since that happened.”
“The wound froze.”
“Wow. That’s pretty lucky.”
“With all due respect, this isn’t a very good investigation.”
“What? Why not?”
“This is a bad interrogation.”
“Oh give me a break! I’m a first timer.”
“That explains a lot. Any further questions?”
“Who did it?”
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.”
“What why not?”
“Goodbye Mister Ace.”
“Stuart! Come here. Hurry up!”
“Where’d that man go?”
“Our victim refuses to talk. Once again, we’re on our own.”
“Darn! What do we do now?”
“Back to the kitchen!”
“Back to the kitchen!”
“Must you copy me every time I claim we’re off to the kitchen?”
“Sorry. Lets go.”
“Shh!”
“What is it?”
“I hear voices in the kitchen.”
“Master Ace! I hear them too.”
“Sounds like arguing.”
“I recognize those voices!”
“You do? Where from?”
“Last night! That’s them arguing again!”
“I’m going to risk peeking through the window.”
“Good luck.”
“You’re right, Stuart. That’s definitely the victim. I can’t get a good look at the other man.”
“He’s definitely the murderer.”
“Are you ready?”
“For what?”
“On three I’m going to open this door, and we’re going to tackle both of them!”
“1...3...1...2...”
“Now, now, now!”
“I gotcha! Hello again Mr. O’dale!”
“And I have this other guy! I want you to tie up Mr. O’dale so he can’t run off again.”
“Okay. I’ll use this rope from my pocket.”
“Good work. Now as for my captive.”
“He’s wearing a mask!”
“Obviously. Now tie him up too!”
“There we go! Two tied up people.”
“Stuart, are you ready to solve this crime?”
“Is it over? Seriously? It just started!”
“That did end rather quickly. I must be an amazing detective!”
“Only explanation, I’m sure.”
“Now to find out who our murderer is!”
“He isn’t a murderer.”
“What do you mean he isn’t?”
“The man he tried to kill isn’t dead. That just makes him--”
“An attempted murderer!”
“Right. That’s what I was going to say.”
“What? Are you pouting about being predictable again?”
“Maybe. So what if I am?”
“Nevermind. Pull off the murderer’s mask.”
“Ta-da! Behold the bad guy!”
“It’s...”
“It’s who?”
“That’s just the problem, Stuart. I have no idea who this guy is!”
“Neither do I.”
“Blast! I really hoped the murderer would be someone I knew.”
“Someone like?”
“I don’t know! A character from one of our past adventures or something.”
“Oh. I suppose that would’ve been cool.”
“Nevermind. Get the captain. This thing is over.”
“I have an idea!”
“What is it? Another idea about the book you’re supposed to be writing.”
“Yes, actually.”
“Lets have it.”
“I can call this adventure: Quest to find the killer who wasn’t actually a killer, but this attempted killer we didn’t know!”
“How about just, Quest to Solve a Murder? Or something.”

“Are you sure? I think my title is catchy.”

Saturday, March 14, 2015

We Put The

Ever notice how things can change dramatically just by adding or subtracting a letter or two? It's definitely true. The simple vowel: 'e' can change from dull math to something exciting to be had with ice cream! Still not convinced?
Lets take a look at some new Quotables!!

We Put the 'E' in Pie! Without us putting that important letter in, you'd be stuck with 3.14.....etc. Understand? It's thanks to wordsmiths things in life are enjoyable. It's thanks to us you can have delicious pies and ice cream, instead of dull math problems.

We Put the 'dumb' in Kingdumb! Not working for you? I'm sure you're thinking hey! That's not how you even spell kingdum! If you were thinking that, then we're in an accord. For after all, you just spelled it wrong too!

We Put the 'T' in Tape! Is tape not just a great invention? It saves you from having to use that annoying sticky glue that gets all over the place! You have us to thank once again. Can you imagine trying to strap things together using a monkey? That would just be awful. It wouldn't work. In fact, that ape might end up pounding you instead of holding together what you wanted.

We Put the 'S' in Scrapbooking! Wait for it. There! Now you get it. Things would get pretty embarrassing without us around, wouldn't you agree? I for one agree with myself. Honestly. If you were going over to your friends house, and they asked if you wanted to see their "Crapbooking", I think you may become antsy, and a little weirded out. I would be. That's why the wordsmiths fixed this, so that instead you can look at all the baby photos of you're friend. (But in all fairness, who wants to see photos either? Just go do something worthwhile! Like Ping-Pong!)


I hope you appreciate us now. These are just four instances where wordsmiths have saved the human race from different forms of agony and embarrassment. Somebody should make us all kings. That would just be great. As kings, we could each have kindomes, and rule over peasants. Have apple juice all day whenever we want. Think of all the possibilities! Please comment below to sign the "Wordsmiths for King" petition drive. Honestly, think of all we do for you.
~Jim Blow (the Soon-To-Be-King)

Monday, March 9, 2015

Ace & Stuart: Adventure Four: Quest to Ingredient Three

Author's Note: Due to a lack on my part--failing to release something Saturday--I must hereby relinquish my pet cash register into the hands of the Blogging Empire. Today I bring another chapter, and tears of sadness for the loss of my pet.
Please donate lots of money to me to aid me search and rescue of Jerry the Cash Register.
--Jim Blow


Adventure Three by Jim Blow

“Hurry along, Stuart! We need to reach the Thaumaturge before sundown!”
“The what?”
“Thaumaturge. It means magician. Now hurry up!”
“Oh. You could’ve just said magician.”
“Stuart! I will fire you if I have to!”
“Sorry, Master Ace!”
“You better be. We’re here now. You wait out here, and I’m going to go in and talk to the magician.”
“You want me to wait out here alone?”
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“In the dark?”
“Oh please, Stuart! There’s nothing out here.”
“Really? Oh, then I can wait.”
“Except for coyotes.”
“Oh dear! Master Ace! Don’t leave me out here! Master Ace! Come back!”
“You’ll be fine Stuart. I’m going to talk to the magician. Bye. Ah! Hello! Are you the magician?”
“Yes, I’m the magician. You must be Master Ace.”
“That’s me. I need your help.”
“You seek the Egg?”
“How did you know that? Right. Nevermind. This is true. Where can I find it?”
“In the mountain you must seek, to find the egg protected by no--”
“Can you do it without the riddles?”
“Huh? Oh, sorry about that. The Egg is on top of the mountain.”
“Right. Thanks. Bye!”
“So long! When you have your Egg, stop on by! I do love having visitors.”
“Will do. So long magician. Stuart! Where’d you go?”
“I’m down here Master Ace!”
“What on earth are you doing under the door mat?”
“Coyotes.”
“Stuart, there are no coyotes. I made that up.”
“He, he. I knew that.”
“Sure you did. Lets get moving.”
“Where to?”
“On top of that mountain. There is a very special Egg up there. It’s protected by a fierce eagle.”
“Why must it be a ‘fierce eagle’? Why can’t it just be an eagle?”
“Man up Stuart! Now move!”
“Right away Master Ace!”
“It’s very convenient the mountain is so close. Hand me something we can use to scale this peak.”
“We’re there already? I’ll find something of use.”
“Hurry it along. I thirst for adventure.”
“Really? I thought adventure was something you could go on, not drink.”
“Stuart, adventure is something you go on.”
“You said that you wanted a drink of it though!”
“It was a metaphor.”
“You’re really confusing Master Ace!”
“What is it now?”
“You said that drinking adventure was a metaphor.”
“No I didn’t. But what’s your point?”
“A metaphor is something power rangers do!”
“No, no! Stooge, the power rangers do metamorphosis.”
“Isn’t metamorphosis for butterflies?”
“What? Darn it Stuart! Now I’m confused. Lets just drop the topic. My head hurts.”
“Would you like a band-aid?”
“Why would I want a band-aid?”
“You said you had a headache.”
“Yes, my head hurts from your rambling on without end!”
“Band-aids make everything feel better!”
“That’s a lie your mother taught you.”
“Oh dear.”
“Nevermind. Did you find something of use in your pockets?”
“Yupp!”
“What do you have for me?”
“Wings!”
“What!? Those are paper mache! Those won’t be of any use to us.”
“Oops. That guy really pulled one over on me!”
“What guy? You mean you were actually dumb enough to pay for those?”
“Well when you put it that way it does sound dumb.”
“Anyway you put it, it’s going to sound dumb.”
“Hmmm. Master Ace?”
“What is it stooge? Do you have something more useful?”
“Hey! I think I do!”
“Great! What do you have?”
“A helicopter!”
“Stuart, that’s brilliant! I’m just a little concerned with your having an entire helicopter in your pocket.”
“What? I don’t have a helicopter in my pocket!”
“Then why did you say we could use a helicopter!”
“I just meant we could use the helicopter over there! I’ll go talk to the men inside and see if we can borrow it.”
“Great. You go get the helicopter, and I’ll read up on how to fly a helicopter. It shouldn’t be too difficult.”
“That’s a good idea!”
“Of course it is! How many times do I have to tell you! It was my idea, which makes it automatically a good one.”
“Here’s a manual on helicopter flying. It was in my back pocket.”
“Fantastic. Go get that helicopter!”
“Right away Master Ace! Hey you guy in that helicopter!”
“Are you talking to me?”
“I think so.”
“Oh. My name is Albert. I’m a pilot.”
“Hello, my name is Stuart the Stooge. Can I shake your hand?”
“Ummm. Sure?”
“Thank you so much Albert!”
“You’re welcome?”
“Can I borrow your helicopter?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“Great! Thanks Albert. Hey Master Ace! Come over here! I got the helicopter.”
“Good work stooge. Lets go! By the way, did you try the new introduction?”
“Yeah.”
“How’d it go?”
“I think it confused him...”
“Strange. I’ll keep thinking of other ways you can introduce yourself.”
“Can I introduce myself as Stuart the Adventurer?”
“No. You can’t do that because I’m the adventurer, and you’re my stooge.”
“Well that puts a damper on my intro search.”
“Nevermind you. Lets grab that Egg!”
“That’s a speckled Egg!”
“Yes it is. Now give me something to grab it with.”
“I forgot my toy crane! I have this sticky hand, though!”
“A sticky hand? I guess I can make that do...Hand it over Stuart.”
“Here you go.”
“I’m going to throw it right at the egg. Ready? Here goes nothing.”
“Hey! That was a good shot! It stuck to the Egg!”
“I’m pulling it back now. Get ready to catch it!”
“I got it Master Ace! I’ll put it in my pocket.”
“Good job. Give me the ingredient inventory list.”
“Master Ace, we have flour, milk, and an Egg.”
“I think that’s all that is needed to make cake. I don’t actually know. I’ve never made it before.”
“Great. So now we need to mix it together and cook it!”
“Yes we do! I want you to return this helicopter, and I’m going to go talk to the magician.”
“Okay, bye Master Ace!”
“So long. Magician! Magician are you home?”
“I’m right here! You were fast.”
“I make it a point to do things quickly.”
“I see.”
“Why did you want me to come back here after we got the Egg?”
“I have something for you.”
“Really? A gift? That’s really thoughtful of you magician! I accept.”
“No, no. It isn’t thoughtful. It’s your demise!”
“What’s that light between your hands?”
“Well Master Ace, this happens to be a ball of fire!”
“You’re insane!”
“Not insane. I just want unworthy adventurers like yourself out of this world!”
“Not on my watch you aren’t!”
“But you aren’t wearing a watch.”
“Shoot. That fell through. Hey! What’s that over there?”
“What? Where? I don’t see anything! Hey, where’d you go? I will get you for this!”
“Stuart! We need to get out of here!”
“Okay. I have a four wheeler for both of us.”
“Holy cow! Nevermind. Lets go!”
“Why are we going so fast?”
“The magician wants to kill us. Keep going!”
“That’s not very nice.”
“You’re right, it isn’t. You have the Egg, right?”
“Of course I do!”
“Very good. We need to hurry to--”
“Gak!”
“Stuart! You know you aren’t supposed to interrupt me. And besides, I told you not to say that anymore. It’s my word!”
“I’m terribly sorry. It’s just that we’re being followed by an eagle.”
“Blast! It must know that we took its Egg.”
“What are we going to do?”
“I have an idea!”
“Great! what is it?”
“Drive up into that rock! There’s a cave just above it!”
“The rock that is butyraceous?”
“What? Are you making up words now?”
“I’m asking if you mean the rock that resembles butter!”
“Are you kidding me Stuart! That rock looks nothing like butter!”
“Hey, I think you’re onto something!”
“Forget the rock! Just get in that cave!”
“Master Ace, that rock is pretty deceiving.”
“Nevermind the rock Stuart!”
“Right. Sorry.”
“I’m in the cave, come to me!”
“Whew! That was too close!”
“The eagle can’t fit inside the cave. We just need to wait here until it leaves.”
“Okay.”
“Stuart, just because this situation is mildly terrifying, is no excuse to hold my hand.”
“Master Ace,”
“Stooge! Don’t argue with me. Just let go.”
“But Master Ace I’m not holding your hand!”
“Then who is?”
“I don’t know! I’ll light a match to see.”
“Gak! Spiders!”
“I don’t like spiders!”
“Run Stuart!”
“I’m running!”
“The spiders and the eagle are chasing us! Where should we go?”
“Master Ace! The eagle is eating the spiders!”
“Stuart, once it finishes with the spiders, we’ll be its next target!”
“Oh. That’s not good.”
“I should say not! Now move!”
“Are we safe Master Ace?”
“I don’t know. I can’t see the spiders or the eagle.”
“Gee Master Ace, I’m scared.”
“Come now Stuart, you’re acting like a pansy!”
“You think I’m acting like a flower?”
“What do you mean? I said--”
“I’m afraid I must object. I don’t particularly like--”
“Stuart! Look out!”
“Gak!”
“Darn it Stuart! What did I tell you? That’s my word!”
“Sorry.”
“The spiders somehow got to us, we need to run.”
“Oh dear!”
“What is it stooge? What do you see?”
“The eagle was killed by the spiders!”
“Gak! We’ll have to find another way out. Make sure the spiders don’t hit you with their stingers.”
“I’ll try.”
“Blast! I don’t see another way out.”
“We’re surrounded. And we’re gonna die!”
“Die? It’s not in my dictionary!”
“Really? What dictionary do you use?”
“The regular one.”
“Then how is the word die not in it?”
“Interesting story. Would you like to hear it now?”
“Okay. Spiders! Master Ace is going to tell a story! Sit down and pay attention!”
“Thank you Stuart. Now it all started when a fly flew up my nose.”
“Does the fly know that isn’t sanitary?”
“It’s a fly.”
“Right.”
“Anyway, this alarmed me, so I jumped up and spilt my drink on the dictionary.”
“It should dry fine.”
“It would have if the fly hadn’t come out my nose just then.”
“Thank goodness! I was worried.”
“The fly landed on the wet dictionary page, Stuart.”
“Did you kill it?”
“No, but I killed the venus fly trap on my desk that ate the fly and page whole!”
“You killed a venus fly trap?”
“With my bear hands and a screwdriver!”
“Master Ace?”
“What is it?”
“Will you autograph this rock?”
“Sure. There you are Stuart. I even drew a little picture of me.”
“Your self portrait isn’t accurate.”
“What are you talking about? I got that right on!”
“But your muscles aren’t actually that big.”
“We’ll have to talk about this another time. In the mean time, I assure you that’s exact.”
“If you say so, master Ace.”
“Well I say so!”
“Okay.”
“Now why aren’t the spiders advancing any more?”
“It seems they want you to tell another story, Master Ace.”
“Not too surprising, seeing how great my stories are.”
“Go on, Master Ace.”
“Lets see. Okay, how about a joke!”
“I suppose that will do.”
“It will. What happens to a rock that is thrown into the Red Sea?”
“Does it turn red?”
“Stuart, it gets wet.”
“Oh dear!”
“What? I thought it was pretty funny.”
“The spiders didn’t like it! They’re advancing again!”
“Gak! I was so happy with that joke, too.”
“Quick Master Ace! Tell another joke!”
“I will if I must.”
“And make it a good one!”
“Stooge! All my jokes are good. The problem here lies with the audience.”
“That would make sense.”
“It makes perfect sense!”
“Just tell the joke, please.”
“I will. What do you call a Knight who is also a Doctor?”
“Gee, you have me stumped.”
Sir John!”
“I don’t get it.”
“Don’t be daft, Stuart. It’s a play on words. Sir John and Surgeon.”
“Sorry, but I still don’t understand.”
“My jokes are wasted on your ears.”
“Are you insulting my ears?”
“Yes, yes I do believe I am. Is there a problem?”
“No. I just thought I’d make sure.”
“Very well.”
“Look, Master Ace! The spiders stopped again.”
“All except that particularly hairy fellow.”
“That spider looks disgusting.”
“Agreed. You go hide. I’ll talk with this spider.”
“Good evening. I’m a spider of the high council. Who might you be?”
“I am Master Ace, not of the high council.”
“I see.”
“I understand you see. You have eight eyes for crying out loud!”
“Haha. That’s a good one! Might I compliment you?”
“Go right ahead.”
“You are very funny.”
“Thanks spider. I like to think I am.”
“Now, down to business.”
“Great. I was never one for goofing off anyway.”
“Right. Now I’ve made an executive order.”
“You can do that? I’ve always wanted to make some sort of executive something.”
“It’s quite fun, you’ll have to try it some time.”
“I guess I will, won’t I? Now what’s this business you speak so highly of.”
“On behalf of the spiders, I’d like to extend a job to you.”
“Yeah? Well I’m honored. What’s the job?”
“We need a new jester.”
“Wait, what? First question: Spiders have jesters? I thought that was in olden King days.”
“People stopped using them, but spiders are still strong believers.”
“Interesting. Second question: I’m an adventurer, why in the world would I want to be a jester.”
“We’ll kill you if you don’t.”
“Rough. You spiders drive a hard bargain.”
“There will be no bartering, we merely are telling you take the job or die.”
“It’s a human expression. Still, death may be better than humiliation.”
“Suit yourself. I’m gonna go gather an army. See ya!”
“Bye council spider! Stuart! Come hither. We ride!”
“How’d it go with the spiders? Ooh, not well, huh? Right.”
“Stuart, ignore the spiders, lets go.”
“You said ‘lets ride’ earlier!”
“Figurative speech. Now run!”
“Where are we going, Master Ace?”
“Do you see the river down there?”
“I suppose I do, why?”
“Spiders can’t swim! We’re going to swim across and lose them!”
“Master Ace, now might be a good time to bring--”
“You talk too much, Stuart! Now swim.”
“That’s just what I was trying to tell you, Sir!”
“What? Oh dear. You don’t mean--”
“Afraid I do, Master Ace.”
“Stuart! You can’t swim?!”
“No. Sorry.”
“This is a terrible inconvenience to my plans.”
“Maybe we can construct a raft really fast!”
“Stuart, we don’t have the time. You ever heard the secret to surviving a bear attack?”
“I don’t believe I have.”
“Well I don’t have to outrun the spiders, I just have to outrun you!”
“That’s not fair! Don’t swim away! Come back here, Master Ace!”
“Nevermind. I’m on the other side now. I want you to just jump in. I’ll try to save you.”
“Really? But I’m just a stooge!”
“But you’re my stooge.”
“That’s so sweet Master Ace!”
“Pretend I insulted you instead. Now jump in the water.”
“Here goes nothing. So long spiders!”
“Gottcha! That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“I’m really cold.”
“Umm, Stuart?”
“What is it?”
“You may want to pry that starfish off your face.”
“Ahh! Help Master Ace!”
“What is it lad?”
“There’s a starfish on my face!”
“That’s what I just told you!”
“I can’t get it off.”
“That doesn’t matter.”
“Really? I think it--”
“The spiders turned and left! We’ve survived!”
“Hooray! Now can you please--”
“This is cause for celebration!”
“Having a starfish sucked to my face is cause for celebrating?”
“No, getting away with the ingredients is cause for celebration.”
“Joy! What now, Master Ace?”
“Lets go to dinner. You’re buying.”
“Oh goody!”
“The Middle of Nowhere cafe. I love this place!”
“I have never been here.”
“That’s okay! You keep working at that sea creature on your face.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna get us in.”
“Hello, Sir. My name is Ragu. I work at the Middle of Nowhere cafe. How can I help you?”
“I would like a table for two!”
“Very well. You and who else?”
“The fellow over there.”
“Oh dear. I’m afraid I’ll have to direct you to our rules.”
“Your rules? ‘No pets. No manners.’ What does that have to do with anything?”
“Do we have a problem? I could call security.”
“Security? It’s a restaurant!”
“Please come back later when you don’t have a starfish.”
“What’s wrong with starfish!? There’s nothing about it in your rules.”
“No pets, Sir.”
“It isn’t a pet, Ragu! The thing sucked on against our will!”
“Please just come back later.”
“Fine. So long Ragu. I will return. Stuart!”
“What is it, Master Ace?”
“We need to get that thing off your face!”
“Oh good! You finally understand.”
“Follow me Stuart.”
“Where are we going?”
“Across the street! Now hurry up.”
“What’s across the street?”
“The Middle of Nowhere junkyard.”
“Why are all these places titled ‘middle of nowhere’?”
“Not very creative is it?”
“Not really.”
“The city’s name is Middle of Nowhere City.”
“That’s lame, Master Ace.”
“I doesn’t matter. Stand over there.”
“Right here?”
“Perfect. Now don’t move.”
“Can I breathe?”
“What? Of course. Just don’t move.”
“Why are you climbing up there?”
“I’m going to operate this wrecking ball.”
“That’s nice.”
“Indeed. Ready?”
“Ready for what, Master Ace?”
“Haha, nothing. Don’t move.”
“Ahh! Master Ace, can I move?”
“Why would you want to?”
“A big black ball is heading right for my head!”
“And?”
“It’s gonna--”
“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Oof! I’m really hurt bad!”
“Suck it up. Did we get the sea creature off your face?”
“I’d check, but I can’t seem to move my arm.”
“Nope. It’s still there. Blast! I have another idea.”
“What is it?”
“Do you see the saw over there?”
“No thanks Master Ace! I think I can get it off if I pull.”
“Wait what?”
“Yay! It came off.”
“You mean this entire time you never even tried just pulling on it?”
“No. I was trying to push.”
“You astound me, Stuart.”
“I’m sorry. I struggle with these things.”
“These things?”
“Push and Pull things. You know, doors, elevators, cats.”
“I agree with you on one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Stuart, you really do struggle.”
“Sorry.”
“Lets go back to the cafe.”
“After you, Master Ace.”
“Of course after me, now move it!”
“Yay! They let us in.”
“Of course they did. Now what would you like to eat?”
“I’ll have the banana split. That looks good!”
“Stuart. That’s a dessert!”
“I know that. It says it right here on the menu.”
“You’re supposed to have dinner before dessert.”
“Really? All these years and...”
“Waiter, I’ll have the steak. Medium rare.”
“I’ll have the chicken nuggets.”
“That doesn’t really count either.”
“Darn it! Okay then, I’ll have the roast starfish.”
“After all that? Whatever.”
“Gak! Master Ace!”
“Stuart, that is my word!”
“I’m terribly sorry. But this is an emergency!”
“What is it?”
“Master Ace! I was keeping that quest record you asked me to, right?”
“Okay. What’s the matter?”
“I made every adventure eight pages long.”
“So what? Consistency is great! I’m definitely for it.”
“I accidentally did ten pages for this adventure!”