Sierra Madlibs!

[Tawmis]

NOUN - ROCK
VERB - BOUNCING/BOUNCE
NUMBER - 42
NOUN - DROID
NOUN - PICTURE
VERB - SHAKE/SHAKING
NOUN
NAME - "BLAM-BLAM" SAM, ASSASSIN FOR HIRE
PROFESSION - ADVENTURER
NICKNAME - SALTY SAM
NOUN - PENGUIN
EXCLAMATION - HOLY WAR ELEPHANTS ON TOAST, BATMAN!
TYPE OF CAR - BILL THOMAS CHEETAH
STORE - YE OLDE FISHIN' HOLE AN' BAIT STORE, A-YUP
OLD SAYING - There Ain't No Cheater, Like A Cheetah Cheater.

[Rath Darkblade]

NOUN - ROCK
VERB - BOUNCING/BOUNCE
NUMBER - 42
NOUN - DROID
NOUN - PICTURE
VERB - SHAKE/SHAKING
NOUN - CHEETAH
NAME - "BLAM-BLAM" SAM, ASSASSIN FOR HIRE
PROFESSION - ADVENTURER
NICKNAME - SALTY SAM
NOUN - PENGUIN
EXCLAMATION - HOLY WAR ELEPHANTS ON TOAST, BATMAN!
TYPE OF CAR - BILL THOMAS CHEETAH
STORE - YE OLDE FISHIN' HOLE AN' BAIT STORE, A-YUP
OLD SAYING - There Ain't No Cheater, Like A Cheetah Cheater.

And that's it.

[notbobsmith]

POLICE QUEST: ANOTHER GRAVEYARD SHIFT

Sonny Bonds was in his patrol car travelling east on ROCK when his radio BOUNCED: 83-32, respond Code 3 to a 42 in progress at the corner of DROID and PICTURE.” He turned on the siren and hit the gas. He knew what this was: someone was SHAKING a CHEETAH.

He arrived at the location and recognized the suspect immediately. It was "BLAM-BLAM" SAM, ASSASSIN FOR HIRE, sometimes known as The ADVENTURER or SALTY SAM the PENGUIN. His rap sheet was a mile long. Sonny cautiously approached him and said “HOLY WAR ELEPHANTS ON TOAST, BATMAN!” The suspect ran and got into his car: a souped up BILL THOMAS CHEETAH. Sonny go back into his car and gave chase. Within minutes the suspect’s car crashed into YE OLDE FISHIN' HOLE AN' BAIT STORE, A-YUP. Sonny pulled the suspect out of the car and arrested him. “As the old saying goes:” he said “There Ain't No Cheater, Like A Cheetah Cheater.”

THE END

[Rath Darkblade]

Sonny has to get that radio properly secured. Salty Sam the Penguin?

All right, I just improvised one this morning (after sleeping in for nearly 30 minutes -- don't ask...) And no peeking!

Space Quest XIII: Not Those Guys Again!

One fine morning, the alarm [ANIMAL] [VERB} and woke up Roger Wilco, our favourite space janitor.

He yawned, went to the bathroom, peered into the mirror. Yep, still his [PART OF FACE], all right. What did he drink at the Captain's Birthday Party last night? Oh -- two pints of [ALCOHOLIC DRINK TYPICALLY SERVED IN TINY GLASSES], that's right.

His head ached, his earlobes ached, and against all logic, his [PART OF FACE] ached.

Maybe if he shaved? And brushed his teeth?

Put toothpaste on [NOUN]. Brush, brush. Rinse, spit. What's next? He lathered up his face and began shaving, concentrating hard on every bit.

The PA system crackled into life. "Attention all [PART OF AN ARM]! Code [COLOUR]! We have a transmission coming i--"

"Not today." Roger turned on the tiny bathroom radio. [CLASSIC SONG BY LED ZEPPELIN WHICH IS NOT "STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN"] came on, shocking the life out of him, and he nicked himself. "Damn!" He grabbed a piece of space toilet paper, dabbed at his [PART OF FACE]. Meanwhile the radio burbled on:

[LYRICS FROM THE ABOVE SONG - AS MANY AS YOU LIKE!]

Roger swore and turned the radio off.

The PA kept going: "...And that is why planet shore leave is cancelled. I repeat: the ship is overwhelmed by Sariens. Report to escape hatch immediately. And worst of all, the [MORNING DRINK] machine is offline..."

There was a crackle, a thump, and the PA went dead. Then someone started thumping on his [NOUN]. "Roger Wilco! We know you're in there! Sludge Vohaul wants to see you!"

All right, so how was he going to get out of this one? Maybe start by counting his posessions. One: toothbrush. No help there. He put it down [ADVERB].

Two: his space underpants. He put them down as a "maybe".

Three: tiny mirror and shaving razor. That seemed to be it.

Perhaps he could improvise? Use the mirror as a shield and the razor as a sword?

TO BE CONTINUED ... FEEL FREE TO CONTINUE IT IF YOU LIKE!

[Rath Darkblade]

[ANIMAL]
[VERB]
[PART OF FACE]
[ALCOHOLIC DRINK TYPICALLY SERVED IN TINY GLASSES]
[PART OF FACE]
[NOUN]
[PART OF ARM]
[COLOUR]
[CLASSIC SONG BY LED ZEPPELIN WHICH IS NOT "STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN"]
[LYRICS FROM THE ABOVE SONG - AS MANY AS YOU LIKE!]
[MORNING DRINK]
[NOUN]
[ADVERB]

[Tawmis]

[ANIMAL] - CHEETAH (Didn't See That Coming?)
[VERB]
[PART OF FACE]
[ALCOHOLIC DRINK TYPICALLY SERVED IN TINY GLASSES]
[PART OF FACE]
[NOUN]
[PART OF ARM]
[COLOUR]
[CLASSIC SONG BY LED ZEPPELIN WHICH IS NOT "STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN"] - BLACK DOG
[LYRICS FROM THE ABOVE SONG - AS MANY AS YOU LIKE!]
[MORNING DRINK]
[NOUN]
[ADVERB]

[notbobsmith]

[ANIMAL] - CHEETAH (Didn't See That Coming?)
[VERB] - BELCHED
[PART OF FACE]
[ALCOHOLIC DRINK TYPICALLY SERVED IN TINY GLASSES]
[PART OF FACE]
[NOUN]
[PART OF ARM]
[COLOUR]
[CLASSIC SONG BY LED ZEPPELIN WHICH IS NOT "STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN"] - BLACK DOG
[LYRICS FROM THE ABOVE SONG - AS MANY AS YOU LIKE!]
[MORNING DRINK]
[NOUN]
[ADVERB] - BLANKLY

[Rath Darkblade]

[ANIMAL] - CHEETAH (Didn't See That Coming?)

I'd be more surprised if it was a were-cheetah. Or a rakshasa.

[Tawmis]

[ANIMAL] - CHEETAH (Didn't See That Coming?)
[VERB] - BELCHED
[PART OF FACE] - LIPS
[ALCOHOLIC DRINK TYPICALLY SERVED IN TINY GLASSES] - SHOT OF LOVE (I'm sure that's the name of some kind of drink somewhere...)
[PART OF FACE]
[NOUN]
[PART OF ARM]
[COLOUR]
[CLASSIC SONG BY LED ZEPPELIN WHICH IS NOT "STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN"] - BLACK DOG
[LYRICS FROM THE ABOVE SONG - AS MANY AS YOU LIKE!]
[MORNING DRINK]
[NOUN]
[ADVERB] - BLANKLY

[notbobsmith]

[ANIMAL] - CHEETAH (Didn't See That Coming?)
[VERB] - BELCHED
[PART OF FACE] - LIPS
[ALCOHOLIC DRINK TYPICALLY SERVED IN TINY GLASSES] - SHOT OF LOVE (I'm sure that's the name of some kind of drink somewhere...)
[PART OF FACE] - EYEBROWS
[NOUN]
[PART OF ARM]
[COLOUR]
[CLASSIC SONG BY LED ZEPPELIN WHICH IS NOT "STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN"] - BLACK DOG
[LYRICS FROM THE ABOVE SONG - AS MANY AS YOU LIKE!]
[MORNING DRINK]
[NOUN] - BOOK
[ADVERB] - BLANKLY

[Tawmis]

[ANIMAL] - CHEETAH (Didn't See That Coming?)
[VERB] - BELCHED
[PART OF FACE] - LIPS
[ALCOHOLIC DRINK TYPICALLY SERVED IN TINY GLASSES] - SHOT OF LOVE (I'm sure that's the name of some kind of drink somewhere...)
[PART OF FACE] - EYEBROWS
[NOUN]
[PART OF ARM]
[COLOUR]
[CLASSIC SONG BY LED ZEPPELIN WHICH IS NOT "STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN"] - BLACK DOG
[LYRICS FROM THE ABOVE SONG - AS MANY AS YOU LIKE!] - Hey hey mama said the way you move! Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove! Ah, ah, child, way you shake that thing! Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting. Hey hey baby when you walk that way! Watch your honey drip, can't keep away!
[MORNING DRINK] - FROSTY MILK
[NOUN] - BOOK
[ADVERB] - BLANKLY

[notbobsmith]

[ANIMAL] - CHEETAH (Didn't See That Coming?)
[VERB] - BELCHED
[PART OF FACE] - LIPS
[ALCOHOLIC DRINK TYPICALLY SERVED IN TINY GLASSES] - SHOT OF LOVE (I'm sure that's the name of some kind of drink somewhere...)
[PART OF FACE] - EYEBROWS
[NOUN] - LOCOMOTIVE
[PART OF ARM]
[COLOUR] - GOLD
[CLASSIC SONG BY LED ZEPPELIN WHICH IS NOT "STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN"] - BLACK DOG
[LYRICS FROM THE ABOVE SONG - AS MANY AS YOU LIKE!] - Hey hey mama said the way you move! Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove! Ah, ah, child, way you shake that thing! Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting. Hey hey baby when you walk that way! Watch your honey drip, can't keep away!
[MORNING DRINK] - FROSTY MILK
[NOUN] - BOOK
[ADVERB] - BLANKLY

[Tawmis]

[ANIMAL] - CHEETAH (Didn't See That Coming?)
[VERB] - BELCHED
[PART OF FACE] - LIPS
[ALCOHOLIC DRINK TYPICALLY SERVED IN TINY GLASSES] - SHOT OF LOVE (I'm sure that's the name of some kind of drink somewhere...)
[PART OF FACE] - EYEBROWS
[NOUN] - LOCOMOTIVE
[PART OF ARM] - ELBOW
[COLOUR] - GOLD
[CLASSIC SONG BY LED ZEPPELIN WHICH IS NOT "STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN"] - BLACK DOG
[LYRICS FROM THE ABOVE SONG - AS MANY AS YOU LIKE!] - Hey hey mama said the way you move! Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove! Ah, ah, child, way you shake that thing! Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting. Hey hey baby when you walk that way! Watch your honey drip, can't keep away!
[MORNING DRINK] - FROSTY MILK
[NOUN] - BOOK
[ADVERB] - BLANKLY

That's all of them.

[Rath Darkblade]

Space Quest XIII: Not Those Guys Again!

One fine morning, the alarm CHEETAH BELCHED and woke up Roger Wilco, our favourite space janitor.

He yawned, went to the bathroom, peered into the mirror. Yep, still his LIPS, all right. What did he drink at the Captain's Birthday Party last night? Oh -- two pints of SHOT OF LOVE, that's right.

His head ached, his earlobes ached, and against all logic, his EYEBROWS ached.

Maybe if he shaved? And brushed his teeth?

Put toothpaste on LOCOMOTIVE. Brush, brush. Rinse, spit. What's next? He lathered up his face and began shaving, concentrating hard on every bit.

The PA system crackled into life. "Attention all ELBOWS! Code GOLD! We have a transmission coming i--"

"Not today." Roger turned on the tiny bathroom radio. "BLACK DOG" came on, shocking the life out of him, and he nicked himself. "Damn!" He grabbed a piece of space toilet paper, dabbed at his face. Meanwhile the radio burbled on:

Hey hey mama said the way you move!
Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove!

Ah, ah, child, way you shake that thing!
Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.

Hey hey baby when you walk that way!
Watch your honey drip, can't keep away!

Roger swore and turned the radio off.

The PA kept going: "...And that is why planet shore leave is cancelled. I repeat: the ship is overwhelmed by Sariens. Report to escape hatch immediately. And worst of all, the FROSTY MILK machine is offline..."

There was a crackle, a thump, and the PA went dead. Then someone started thumping on his BOOK. "Roger Wilco! We know you're in there! Sludge Vohaul wants to see you!"

All right, so how was he going to get out of this one? Maybe start by counting his possessions. One: toothbrush. No help there. He put it down BLANKLY.

Two: his space underpants. He put it down as a "maybe".

Three: tiny mirror and shaving razor. That seemed to be it.

Perhaps he could improvise? Use the mirror as a shield and the razor as a sword?

TO BE CONTINUED... maybe

[Rath Darkblade]

Tawm, I think you're up!