Dear Diary:
I’ve never kept a diary before but it seems all the rage, and it’s the Christmas season, and I’m inspired to record an event for posterity.
It was just another night at the Gangplank, not much different than other nights. Deep philosophical conversation about current events, investments, the current political climate, Arnold wanting to be a girl pirate cat and that sort of thing. On these heady topics we ruminated as the hookah was smoked in a communal gesture of friendship and solidarity.
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As the Squire wandered to the bakery kitchen in order to make short work of the day-old pies, he called out to us. Unable to hear him clearly, I walked out to the bakery to inquire as to the nature of his hollering.
And what to my curious eyes should appear?
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A cute red trolley, peeking out of the kitchen! I called to Emerson and everyone to come see.
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There can be only one explanation for this: Steam Santa received my letter, and he delivered my trolley early! (I suspect that Emerson is acquainted with Steam Santa and put in a good word for me. It pays to know people.)
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I’ve decided that it will be the new Gangplank office. Or a fort. One or the other.
Either way, this is already the best Christmas ever!
Wait, I just want to make sure I have all the facts straight. Didn’t Arnold tell us he was born a human girl in a sylvan paradise; that he may or may not be a zombie; he dreams of the day he can be a three legged, pantaloon-wearing pirate named Bonnie Togs; and he is transitioning into a state of cathood (and we are all supportive of his decision). Oh, and there was something about him opening a western bordello/saloon called Miss Kitty’s.
*me scratches his head*
I’m just glad he doesn’t feel like he needs to wear the box anymore…
On a more serious note – can I toot the Trolley’s whistle?
You can ring the bell!
http://youtu.be/0odXnKhKBxQ
I’ll pay for that bit of the bar I broke while head-to-desking it.
I thought Arnold was coming out as being a lady pirate kitty from a land without steam. *nods*
He wants to be a pirate, but I was unaware cats liked nautical professions.
He was born in a tree, became a zombie, then became a cat who wishes to pursue a career as a pirate, so he can open a saloon named Miss Kitty’s.
Well, I see that the New Babbage Rumor Conflictinator that is the Gangplank staff and regulars will see to it that no one has a clue what is going on as usual.
*Goes hide in a box and resolves to just tell everyone he’s the urchins pet from now on.*
*hears Doofenschmirtz Evil Incorporated jingle*
“curse you Arnold the Alleycat!”
Cat, you seem to be laboring under the assumption that THEY know what’s going on.
A ship of fools, the lot of them.
Why is Lottie sleeping under the bench beside me? I didn’t think she slept.
She is helping me decide how it will work for slumber parties, of course!
We could build a pillow fort IN the trolley!
Yes!
*wonders if Arnold should be invited now*
I will aquire suitable nightwear and practice giggling.
Yay!
*cannot stop laughing*
Even the trollies are trying to kill Emerson…LMAO
Now all I can think of is the line “In the belly of the beast”.
God bless us.. Every one!