Stunrunner

*walks in wearing pointy ears*

...fascinating.

Tram, it's like the running of the bulls in Pamplona, only here it's the running of the overweight bargain hunting moms who elbow like hockey players...

*walks in wearing an eyepiece*

Rookertown runneth on a high-powered gas called methane. Methane cometh from pig ****.

*munches bacon*

*floats in, piloting a mini-USS Reliant through the anti-gravity field*

*snags some floating donut holes, noms*

*steers for the wadded paper balls, arming phasers*

*enters, carrying textbooks*

Grill me up some fajitas, I need snacks while I'm studying for the ZSAT.

*opens up the Zombie Scholastic Aptitude Test guidebook and starts cramming*

*clops up riding a beat up old nag named Teabiscuit*

I'm your Huckleberry.

Just another vote for the pile; can't buy my stuffz. And I rebill in about a week, so if this is still happening then...

*wonders how Fedor got out of the buffalo...*

There's a definite undercurrent of tension on this thread. If I had to grade it, I'd give it A C.

Dag, and I won't be home until 6:30 PST. I'd LOVE this!

*suddenly music blares on the PA, as Panda Moanium runs down the ramp to the ring*

*climbs the turnbuckle, pausing for effect, then...*

*...FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH ON LCT!!!!*

Mr. Sackerson, welcome back...we missed you.

*walks into the Rookery, stepping over discarded pizza boxes*

*snags a piece of cold pepperoni pizza, munches*

Hmmm, need to clean the place up.

*activates cleaning bots, which clear up the mess in seconds*

Alrighty...now what to do, what to do...

*approaches Super Duper Master Control switchboard*

Maybe something completely different...

*spins the Big Wheel O' Random Choices, which beeps like the Price is Right wheel*

*it settles on 'Circus Fun'*

*the Rookery flashes brightly, and changes to a huge circus tent, with a high tightrope, a large cannon for human cannonballs, a large steel ball for motorcycle hi-jinks, and several rings on the ground for other acts. The smell of popcorn and roasted peanuts permeates the air*

Interesting...

And with that, we cue the music.

All Night Party

It sounds like a good start to a backstory...

The queen who became an exile...

The exile who became an alien...

The alien who became a hero...

...sorry. 'Gladiator' flashback.

*pokes his head in*

THIRD BASE!

*exit*

*sneakily unburies Long's catnip and buries it in a completely different spot*

Well, allow me to threadjack briefly and say, grats on the new job, Manoa!

*walks into the Rookery, finding French toast crumbs, stray poker chips, and ribbons hanging from the ceiling*

*sidles to the Super Duper Master Control Panel (tm)*

Hmmm...what would be a good theme? Circus? 70's weekend? Art of Andy Warhol? What is 'Tectonic Funk?'

Ah! Here's a fun one...Be a Pirate!

*pushes the shiny button*

*The Rookery flashes impossibly bright...and dissolves into a sunny beach setting, with crystal blue waves crashing on the shore. Several hammocks are hung across some nearby palm trees; sweaty bottles of Corona rest in an ice chest. Nearby, a pirate ship is docked, with a Jolly Roger flag flying. On the other end of the beach, some old rusted cannons sit, ready for mischief. A parrot squawks in the distance.*

Ah, there we go. A nice change after that winter setting.

*puts on a pirate hat*

Yarr! Panda-monium the Pirate be ready for beach fun! Avast!

Liquor in the front, poker in the rear.

*chugs some Crown Royal and tosses a bet on the poker table*

How about JEEP?

Justice
Event
Executive
Planners

Then you could be all 'Beep Beep I'm A JEEP!'

*listens as Fey claims the snow is really vanilla ice cream*

*briefly considers opening the floodgates to the rootbeer reservoir and watching the ensuing chaos*

Nahh...it can wait until Sunday.

*falls back, makes snow angel pandas*

*walks into the Rookery, stepping over a stray piece of French toast*

*turns on the various Rookery devices, including cleaning bots and chefbots*

*walks to the MASS Device Master Control, studies the buttons*

Hmmm...we never got a proper ice theme as Tram requested. Maybe...

*pushes a button; MASS Device glows ominously*

*With a SPROING, huge amounts of snow are teleported into the Rookery from parts unknown (tm)*

Brrr...well, good thing I have panda fur...