WONK: the Chaos Reigns Players

[carter]

zzzzzztttttt......pppppttttt.....Kilrooy......I have intercepted an enemy trnasmission....as follows.....Airborne Walrus on Horseback crossing HomePLate over the Bearing Sea....STOP.....Kilroy.....bbbbbrrrrrr....sddddooooooo.....yyoooouuu....copy?.......zzzzztttt..

 

[KilroyCD]

Horseback Leader, this is Home Plate. Do you read me? Over.
Home Plate, this is Horseback Leader. I'm picking you up loud and clear. Over.
Horseback Leader, this is Home Plate. The Walrus has spotted someone floating, no dinghy. Over.
Home Plate, this is Horseback Leader. That must be Carter. Over.
Horseback Leader, this is Home Plate. You're three miles out, the Walrus is circling. Will you have a look? Over.
Home Plate, this is Horseback Leader. Roger, I see the Walrus now. Have traffic to my starboard, big black twin engined aeroplane. Is his IFF pinging friendly? Over.

 

[Diamondback]

Great--once I figure out how to hide the 'precious cargo' from prying eyes, I'll move it in and see about turning Hangar 18 into a killzone... your mechanic and I just finished installing the big beast's computer core into the P-61 anyway.

Blackout, go find that Walrus, see what's up... Provide air-support as necessary. These people are the best chance we've got, so we need to protect them...

*engines growl and scream, as an unmanned, jet-assisted Black Widow roars off into the night sky*

 

[carter]

zzzzzzztttt.........brrrrrrrbbbbbbrrrrr...Big Black Walrus in a cherry tree....drinking rum and coca cola......I'll fly away.....sardines wrapped in bacon......I'll be inflatin'.....take me out to the ballgame......bbbbrrrrrr....sailing, sailing, over the BearingSea....can't you see how chilllllllyyyyy it wil beeeeee....oh by gosh by dinghy, where'd I put that thingy..........bbbbrrrrrr....Kilroy, I've misplaced the thingy....Milo? Milo?.......zzzzzttttt

 

[KilroyCD]

Home Plate, this is Horseback Leader. Can confirm it's Carter in the water. Walrus has landed and is taxying up to him. Is that big black twin pinging friendly? Over.
Horseback Leader, this is Home Plate. Twin is friendly. Over.

 

[Diamondback]

Wait a second, did you say twin? It's not mine--I ordered Blackout out there ASAP, so you should see four big blowtorches under the wings...

 

[Diamondback]

Unless the jets were shut down on approach, anyway... Blackout, if you have them, hit the lights and pulse the jets, let 'em know it's you...

 

[carter]

zzzzztttttttt.....urp!.....I am the Walrus...coo coo cachoo.....Ah, Ms. Rigby, come to join Col Mustard and me for a spot of tea have you?.....We have sardines wrapped in bacon as well....here....we'll serve them on the mitt......lovely fire don't you think?...ahhh....sheer bliss.....dzzzzz....

 

[KilroyCD]

Carter, sounds like you drank too much seawater. Do they have you safely on board? Over. Home Plate, this is Horseback Leader. I see some strange lights coming from under the wings of that twin. Are you sure it's ours? Over.
*mumbles to self* If it's not the boys from Boscombe Down, it might be one of DB's Hangar 18 toys.

 

[Diamondback]

Home Plate, Reaper--that black twin's mine--do not attack it, or it will respond with overwhelming force.

Wish all these [grumble] snoops would go away, so I can roll out of the hangar and liftoff...

 

[carter]

zzzzttttt...wah...whha....whhhaaaahhaahaha....mmmmm...cozy now....Oh DB"s comin' round the mountain, comin' round the mountain, comin round the...he's gone right round the bender...there'll be cranberries over the White Cliffs of Dover....when we;re sailing by the light of the silvereeeeeeyyy mmoooooonn...hmmmmm...hot toddies.....c'mon laddies, over the top now! Take it to 'em! No quarter! Rally 'round the flag boys!.....A horse! A horse? My kingdom for a hor....zzzzz...

 

[KilroyCD]

Home Plate, this is Horseback Leader. Looks like they fished him out of the water. I'm reporting fuel state "bingo", am turning back to aerodrome. Over. HOLY COW! That black twin just accellerated away from me like I was going backwards. Over!

 

[carter]

mmmmmm....aaahhhh....I hear those drums a drummin'...Skyyyy Piiiilot..how high can I fly....sweater.....hmmm...where'd I get a sweater....'lo..hello?...hmmm...right well bundled up I am...thrummin' of th' engines.....window....stars...water...land.....I must be over the channel...or right off my pins....Milo? Where is Milo?,,,DB, can you send Milo in please?....I'll just rest here a bit....hmmmmzzzzz...

 

[Diamondback]

[radio]Sounds like Carter's going into shock! I'll call for a trauma unit and psychiatric help to be waiting when he lands...[/radio]

 

[carter]

mmmmm.....de da de da.....comin' in on runway number nine.....and your little dog Too....beware the Mayan Flunkies!.....Tin Wizards and Cowardly Men, Scaredy Lions and Green Crows....Dorothy...must save Dorothy....the caboose! She's one of the caboose!....Two men on a train...beware the boxcar Bertha!....the birds, the birds...the avian horde, the redhead....temporal shifts...threaded sleep....HELP...

 

[Diamondback]

*running up to Carter's plane with gurney and blankets, medic in tow*

It's okay, you're home safe. Milo's been AWOL for a while now... just lay down, bundle up, and these guys'll get you over to the base hospital for a checkout... I'm told you were in the drink for quite a while, so you're probably hypothermic...

MEDIC!!!!!

 

[carter]

mmmm...DB?...DB, is that you, Old Man?....Well, bless your gun-totin' old noggin, good of you to see me home. Let's have some tea and scones t'marra. ...hmmmm...
Have you seen my slippers? Can't sleep without my slippers, you know....sleep, I must sleep...zzzzz...nnnnnngh....nnnnngh...zzz..ssshhh...zzz...

 

[KilroyCD]

*Announcer's voice* In the meantime, Kilroy, who called fuel state "Bingo" a while back, has not been seen or heard from. Where might he be?

 

[Diamondback]

[radio]Kilroy, Diamondback. Comm-check, please... pick up, pick up! Get your hand off that donut...[/radio]

 

[KilroyCD]

DB, is that you? My engine packed up, and I barely made it to the coast. My Spit's sitting in a field only a quarter-mile inland. Please send a car to pick me up, and some mechanics to get this bloody kite airborne again! In the meantime, I'll just take a nap under the wing. Some sleep sounds good about now...zzzzzzzzz