Parallel Time: October 2009

Friday, October 23, 2009

Who were you expectin', the Queen of England?

Well, that was unpleasant.

Welcome to Parallel Time. Have a good trip, mate?

I'm not your mate.

Well spoken, governor!

I'm not the governor, either. Who the hell are you?

Oh, I do enjoy parrying with you, sir. ... I'm Old Donovan, I am. Comfort station attendant extraordinaire, at your service!

You? Old Donovan?

I am I am. Who were you expectin', the Queen of England?

You don't want to know.

As you wish. ... Fancy a towel, mate? Got some nice cologne here to cut that smell from the loo. ... Mellow Yellow if you catch me meanin'.

Just give me a towel and point me the way to Newman.

Not just yet, governor. There's a bloke in Stall Number 4 who would like a word.

Jesus?

Not yet, Agent Bauer, but give it some time. I'm movin' up in the ranks lately.

St. Onslo?? You're not even a real saint.

I am now. I got me pips. Now I'm undercover, just like you.

I don't have time for this. I need to get to Newman.

Newman, can wait, Agent Bauer. It's the crows we need to concern ourselves with. ... By the way I got some gear for ya. Here's your secret decoder ring and your two-way wristwatch back. They would never a made it though that old loo back in Non-parallel Time. ... But I'm keepin' the 40 quid. Consider it a finder's fee. ... Oh, and here's another piece a hardware for ya.

A BB gun?

The crows hate them.

Whatever. If I'm not going to Newman, where am I going?

Interesting story, that. But no time to tell it. Hurdy Gurdy Man here is flushin' ya down to the South Pole. ... To meet the pope.

Stall Number 5, governor. Our finest.... Very reliable!

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Dude, you're in my toilet

Man, this toilet is really going crazy. I guess I have to call a plumber.

What the hell?

Dude, you're in my toilet.

You tellin' me? Damn! Get me the hell outta this thing!

Oh. ... Crap.

Don't even think about it!

You're not the Green Guy. ... Are you who I think you are?

I am if you think I'm the best goddam athlete God ever put on this earth.

You're back? Wonderful. ... Just what I need.

Karl? ... You son of a bitch. You killed me with that damn keyser blade!

I'm not Karl. I'm Atown-Liker. Remember? You were here before. This is Parallel Time.

Parallel Time? Damn. That freak Donovan flushed me down a toilet into Parallel Time?

Apparently it's been going around. Some duchess or countess or whatever washed up over at the T.V. Chefs Studio a while back. ... And I heard another guy that looks just like the Irish Tenor bubbled up over there the other day.

So we made it. ... You got a towel? ... Hey, did some crazy-ass secret agent wash up around here too?

Not as far as I know. Why are you here, anyway?

Newman. Paul goddam Newman.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Looks like we're ordering takeout

Now that we have the dog back, what should we do with him?

Let's eat him!

Let him go. He's just a little dog.

Let's lock him in the basement and torture him.

Let the poor creature go.

What is that sound?

The floor is shaking!

I am Lord Newman. Kneel before me.

What do you want?

I have come for Ponzi. Release him at once!

I told you to let him go!

I'll go and get him, Lord.

Quickly! ... You! Why do you not kneel before your Lord?

You are a fraud and I find you tiresome.

I shall smite thee!

Pssssst. Hey cupcake. That dude'll kick your ass.

I am Lord Newman!

And I'm the Easter Bunny. You been readin' your own press too long. Come with me. We got bigger fish to fry right now.

But ... Ponzi.

Forget about the mutt right now. We got problems. Let's get outta here.

They're gone, Bourdain. You can stop hiding in the bathroom. And who's great idea was it to kidnap God's dog anyway?

I thought he was just the president's dog. ... At any rate, he just ran away again. Looks like we're ordering takeout.

Hey Pan Fry, you better come in the bathroom.

I'm not falling for that again, perv.

There's a guy climbing out of the toilet.

Again?

I said I wanted door number ONE!

You have entered Parallel Time

While the demon Marge presides over the stick-by-stick destruction of non-Parallel Allentown, things are really nice over here in Parallel Allentown. Parallel Allentown has a monorail, two space ports, a hockey arena that is home to the Jersey Devils, an entire minor league baseball league, the world headquarters of several Fortune 100 corporations (including Tofu Turkeys and the world’s largest horse-processing plant, the Glue Works), dozens of theme and amusement parks, including the Whoo-Hoo Works, a string of glittering riverfront resorts, the world's largest department store (Hess's Dammit), 18 Irish Brew Works and several Tommie Tomorrow's Mexican eateries. The town is also famous for the milk it produces at its state-of-the-art dairy facility, the Moo Works. Allentown is also known for having the realm’s largest concentration of TV chefs per square acre. The city is home to Parallel Time's most prominent blogger, Parallel Atown-Liker, and his team of intrepid diarists. Allentown's first Irish mayor, Barry O'Bama, once walked across Lake Muhlenberg, but lately he’s been up to his knees in goose shit. The city’s previous mayor, whose name may only be spoken on sanctified ground, has been beatified after being carried to heaven by angels during a ground-breaking ceremony. He has been credited with legalizing prostitution in Parallel Time and establishing Allentown's first legal brothel, the Screw Works. Now that Ronan and the Irish Tenor have left the realm, the crime rate here is 0. ... However, not all is well. Incursions from Non-parallel Time have shaken this once-tranquil Camelot. Deceased non-Parallel actor Paul Newman has declared himself Lord of Parallel Time, taking over the Twin Tofu Turkey Towers and converting them to The Pew Works, a church dedicated to worshipping himself. He canceled half-price wings in Parallel Heaven and initiated the Celestial Lockdown Protocols, barring all travel between the realms. His dog, Ponzi, has stolen more than $50 billion from President Madoff and has barely escaped several attempts by the TV chefs to eat him. Though the Celestial Lockdown Protocols have insulated Lord Newman from any attempts by non-Parallel Heaven (which nominally rules Parallel Heaven) to remove him from power, it has also prevented the Crows from carrying out their somewhat vague but nefarious plans. Typically the Crows can fly through space and time, going from realm to realm as easily as they fly from tree to tree. The protocols have prevented the Crows from traveling between realms, prompting Bramwell, the Lord of the Crows, to befriend Mrs. Egram, the proto Marge who has emerged from an alternate timeline created by several clumsy attempts by a band of time travelers from non-Parallel time to kill her. Mrs. Egram had hoped to travel from alternate Parallel Time to non-alternate Parallel Time using a transphasic freight elevator hidden in the underground rest station (The Poo Works) that links Parallel and non-Parallel Time and is guarded, respectively, by Donovan and Old Donovan -- her theory being that all alternate timelines intersect with the one non-alternate timeline in the bathroom beneath center square, which is really more of a circle. Her goal is to confront Marge, who she believes has acted badly by destroying non-Parallel Allentown and has cast shame upon the good name of the Egram family, who are descended from proud caste of vampires and assorted demons and semidemons. Bramwell convinced Mrs. Egram to allow him to accompany her and her companions (part of the group who created her by botching two attempts to kill her in an earlier stage of her life) on a transphasic elevator ride that he had secretly re-routed. Bramwell double-crossed the group, exiting the elevator in the Realm of the Really Big Crows and leaving Mrs. Egram's group, including their pet dinosaur, Scrapple (a gift from Jesus during a stop in the prehistoric past), to be destroyed in a transphasic bubble that was about to burst. Meanwhile, sensing a threat from the Crows as well as the realization of apocalyptic prophesies, Parallel Pope Boneyface has moved Vatican operations to the South Pole, where the intense cold freezes the crows' little bodies before they can do much damage. They fall to the icy ground and are eaten by jackass penguins. As a result of the threat posed by the crows, Jesus has allowed part of a team led by Agent Bauer to bypass the protocols. Using transphasic toilet travel, Bauer was sent to the South Pole to help prepare for any incursions there by the Crows, learning in the process that Newman was secretly sent by Jesus to Parallel Time to keep tabs on the Crows and their ties to elements in Parallel and non-Parallel Hell. Atown Liker and the Player were sent to Parallel Allentown to bring Newman to the South Pole to join with Bauer and Pope Boneyface. However, three of their team members, Rudolph, Gen. Trexler and the angel Bubbles, were prevented from making the trip when they could not answer Old Donovan’s questions. Rudolf and Trexler were condemned to Hell, while Bubbles was condemned to the Macungies. All three were later rescued by extraction teams sent by Jesus in a blog entry that has mysteriously never been seen, even in flash-back form. Mrs. Egram’s group was saved from from oblivion when Scrapple was snatched from their elevator by a transphasic bubble, which set off an alarm that alerted St. Onslo to shut down the system, leaving the elevator to crash-land in the rest station in non-alternate Parallel Time. Tiring of Mrs. Egram’s demands to be sent to non-alternate non-Parallel time, Onslo sent the team via toilet to the only place that could still be accessed by the faulty system – the non-alternate Parallel South Pole. The TV chef Andrew, who was having lunch in one of the stalls, was also transported to the South Pole accidentally. Meanwhile, now in the Realm of the Really Big Crows, Bramwell traveled to the North Pole where he attempted to use a transpolar destabilizer to open a rift that would allow him to travel to the South Pole in Parallel Time (see Shish Kebob Theory). However, he and his No. 1 henchcrow came under fire from Santa Claus after Bramwell had subdued one of Santa’s polar bears. One of Santa’s bullets struck the destabilizer, opening a small rift that pulled the henchcrow into the same transphasic bubble occupied by Scrapple, who had become self-aware with the ability to reason and speak. That bubble then burst, leaving the two in the Parallel South Pole wilderness, where Scrapple promptly ate Bramwell’s second-in-command. Avoiding a drunken Santa’s bullets, Bramwell finally got the destabilizer to function and escaped to the Parallel South Pole. Narrowly surviving an encounter with Scrapple, Bramwell has accessed the Vatican basement through a crevice and seeks to free the Great White Crow, which was imprisoned under the ice after its epic battle with the Irish warrior Cuchulain, many eons ago.

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Who were you expectin', the Queen of England?

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Dude, you're in my toilet

Monday, October 5, 2009

Looks like we're ordering takeout

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