Friday, July 4, 2014
Thursday, July 3, 2014
The Treasure of Squeaky Toy Island- Chapter 3
The
Treasure of Squeaky Toy Island
Chapter 3
All
gathered around Captain Snoopy. Being careful to make sure Ernie the
Red wasn't listening, Captain Snoopy whispered, “Lash me to the
mainmast.”
Shocked,
Bowsun Frankie said, “Cap'n, 'tis foolhardy!”
“Lash
me to the mainmast, or ye tail will be mizzen!”
Reluctantly,
they lashed their Captain to the mainmast, just as Blue Platinum
Island came into view. Through the storm, they heard a furry maiden
call out, “Ship Ahoy!”
From
the mainmast Captain Snoopy yelled, “Furmaids! Keep on course,
Bowson Frankie.”
“Shall
we answer their hail, Cap'n?”
“Are
ye daft? It'll mean certain drunkenness! And they'll take our squeaky
toys faster than Ernie the Red. Especially the one they be callin'
Tasha! She's Queen of the unstuffed stuffed Squeaky toys!”
“I've
heard of her. She unstuffs squeaky toys faster 'an Puddles can eat a
bag o' Cheetos.”
“How
shall we evade them, Cap'n?”
“Squeaky
toys are me downfall! If ye keep me away from the helm until we've
passed, I'll not fall into their trap.”
Just
then, they heard the strains of a song coming in off the wind. A
terrible rendition it was, but it summed up the wishes of all.
Tasha
covered her ears, and said, “What's that awful racket?”
“'Everybody
wants to Rule the World'. You know, Tears for Beers.”
“Fears.
Besides, that's not a furmaid song. Like this: Soft Snoopy, warm
Snoopy, little ball of fur, happy Snoopy, sleepy Snoopy, grr, grr,
grr.”
Tasha then took a squeaky toy, put it in her mouth, and said,
“Now, you sing, and I'll squeak.”
As
the ships drew nearer to the rocky crag, Captain Snoopy's crew began
to decipher the words, and they all stared at him. With a scowl, he
said, “The first swab who laughs is getting' keelhauled!”
Frankie
climbed up the ratlines to get a better view. Muffin loooked down
from the crow's nest, and said, “What gives?”
“Cap'n
Snoopy's downfall is squeaky toys. Tasha knows that, and she's trying
to lure him to shore. The Cap'n is trying to use the sound of the
squeaky toys to throw Ernie the Red off our scent.”
“That
won't be easy. He's a scent hound.”
“Aren't
we all?”
By
now, Blue Platinum Island was close abeam on the starboard side.
Captain Snoopy thrashed about on the mainmast, trying to break free
and follow the beautiful music. But his loyal crew were excellent at
marlinspike seamanship, and the ropes held.
As
they passed by, Frankie watched from up in the rigging, keeping his
eye on the tiny island. In the gloom he could just barely see the
piles of Cheeto sacks, beer 6-packs, and squeaky toys, but he could
sure hear the music.
He
then looked aft, and saw Ernie's longship gaining. Ernie was still
posted near the bow, but from up in the rigging it was impossible to
tell if he was listening to the music or not.
Muffin
looked down, and said, “Does Ernie like squeaky toys?”
“I
sure hope so.”
Suddenly,
they thought they saw a light sweeping the sea off the starboard
quarter.
“Is that Squeaky Toy Island light?”, Muffin asked.
“Nay.
Wrong direction. When we do see Squeaky Toy Island Light, she'll be
dead ahead.”
“I
hear something.”
“Where?”,
Frankie asked.
“Off
the Starboard Quarter.”
Frankie
turned his ear towards the stern, and said, “I hear it, too.”
“What
is it?”
“Sounds
like...................”
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
The Treasure of Squeaky Toy Island, Chapter 2!!!!
The
Treasure of Squeaky Toy Island
Chapter 2
“A
squeaky toy?”, Tasha asked.
“No”,
Puddles said. “Looks like a bone.........no wait, two
bones........and they're milk bones, and there's a dachsie skull on
top of them.”
“Floating
in the water?”
“Flying
on the mast.”
“The
Jolly Rrrrrrroger?”
“And
we know what that means.”
They
looked at each other, and said, “Captain Snoopy!”
Suddenly,
pretty far off, came what sounded like a yip. Puddles looked out to
sea, and could faintly make out what looked like another ship. And on
the prow was what looked like an open-mouthed dachshund, teeth bare,
tongue ready to lick to death all who got in its way.
As
the ship drew closer, they could make out the silhouette of a furry
dachshund, holding a round shield and sporting a pointy brass helmet
adorned with some pretty big horns. As the moon poked out through the
storm clouds, they could see his fur was a deep shade of red.
Tasha
and Puddles looked at each other, and said, “Captain Snoopy's in
trouble.”
Puddles
then looked at her beer cooler, and said, “So am I. I knew I should
have made deer smorgasbord!”
Trouble
was putting it mildly. Aboard the Rawhide, Captain Snoopy had
mustered all paws on the quarterdeck, and had doused all lights. In
the gloom, he could hear the barks and howls, and fearing that Ernie
the Red would follow the sound, he whispered, “Avast there mateys.
He'll not find us in the dark.”
Suddenly,
the Weinerking longship was bathed in orange torch glow from stem to
stern. Not only could Ernie see them, they could see him.
Frankie
turned to Captain Snoopy and said, “Any more bright ideas?”
“I
could be wrong, you know”, Captain Snoopy answered.
From
the longship, they could hear a voice bellow, “Heave to and hand
over the squeky toys, or we'll board ye!”
Frankie
turned to Captain Snoopy, and said, “Think he means it?”
“Nay!
Hey, Ernie the Red, you can't be boardin' us!”
“Why
not? The water's not so deep, and we can all swim!”
Frankie
started to shake. “He's right, Cap'n.”
“Sure
'tis a bluff. If they jump in the water, their torches will go out.”
Just
then, a torch came flying through the air, and landed on deck. As the
crew struggled to douse the flames, Captain Snoopy yelled, “If ye
burn us down, your plunder will go down with the ship, and be lost
forever to Davy Bones!”
“Nay,
Captain”, Ernie said. “Squeaky toys float.”
“He
has a point, Cap'n”, Frankie said.
“Pipe
down, or I'll clap ye in irons.”
From
the Crows' Nest, navigator Muffin called out, “Land Ho!”
Everyone
looked. Bowsun Frankie scowled. “Blue Platinum Rock! We've got the
Wienerkings out for plunder, and the furmaids trying to lure us to
certain satiation and drunkenness on the shoal. We're finished! And
we'll have a terrible hangover in the morning.”
“I
said Pipe down”, Captain Snoopy said. “I've got me an idea.
Mateys, lend me ye floppy ears.”
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
The Treasure of Squeaky Toy Island, Chapter 1- by Mr Geoff
The
Treasure of Squeaky Toy Island
Chapter 1
Ahrrrr!
'Twas a dark and stormy night aboard the pretty good ship Rawhide.
Aft on the wagging fantail stood Captain Snoopy, a steady paw on the
helm, guiding his edible...ah venerable craft over the sort of choppy
waves.
Not
your typical sea dachshund, (mine, maybe, but not yours), Captain
Snoopy was still no stranger to a good sea battle. He and his furry
crew had just narrowly escaped plunder by that most feared of
Wienerkings, Ernie the Red.
As
the ship rolled, Captain Snoopy showed no fear. Good thing he'd
packed his thunder shirt. Between howls of wind, and the howls of his
crew, Captain Snoopy could just about make out the dark furry figure
ascending the ladder-well.
Holding
a free paw above his eyes, Captain Snoopy bellowed, “Advance and
identify yeself!”
“Captain,
'tis I! Frankie LaFoot, the four-foot Pirate!”
“Ahoy
Bowsun Frankie! I trust our booty is safe in the hold!”
“Aye,
Captain. We're in the teeth of a boomin' Gale!”
Far
up on the prow, the paw-carved figuresnoot Anna Rose stared into the
endless sea, her brown, paw-painted eyes seeming to say, “Daddy
come catch me!”
Back
on the fantail, Captain Snoopy said, “Bowsun, muster the crew!”
“Aye,
Cap'n!”
Frankie
tried several times to hold the silver pipe with both paws, but after
failing on the third attempt, he simply raised his snoobido, and
cupped his paws over it as he howled “Ah, oowh-ah!”
Chains
rattled around necks, and paws trod across the decks. Captain Snoopy
looked down, and said, “Ahoy, mateys! There's fixing to be a gale
tonight, but we have to reach squeaky toy island tonight, before
Ernie the red! Navigator Muffin, what's our next landfall?”
“Blue
Platinum rock, Cap'n.”
“Ahr!
Ye didn’t say Blue Platinum Rock?”
“I
did, Cap'n.”
“Hold
your floppy ears, mateys, or we're going aground!”
Frankie
held his paws to his ears, and said, “We'll be blue-beered for
sure!”
Many
miles away (okay, the other end of the pond) was the craggy islet of
Blue Platinum Rock. Here lie the home of those dreaded of all sea
creatures, the flop-eared fishtails, also known as the furmaids.
These beauties of the sea would lure unsuspecting mariners to a
terrible fate on the rocky shore. And if they thought that was bad,
next morning's hangover was even worse. Never mix light beer with
Cheetos. But I digress.
Upon
the rock sat two fine maidens of the sea, Tasha and Puddles, keeping
a sharp lookout. Well, okay, Tasha was keeping a sharp lookout, while
Puddles tested the beer and Cheetos, making sure they were “safe”.
After
licking her cheesy paws clean, Puddles opened another blue-bottle
beer, and said, “You need one?”
“Nein!”
Puddles
looked at her watch and said, “No, quarter to eight. So, any ships
in the area?”
“I
see something.”
“What
do you see?”
Tasha
squinted through her spyglass, and said, “I can't tell. It's too
small.”
“No
wonder. You're looking in the wrong end.”
Embarrassed,
Tasha spun the telescope around, and said, “Now, that's something!”
She
handed the scope to Puddles, who looked through the eyepiece, and
said, “I see it, too.”
“What
is it?” , Tasha asked.
“It's...................................”
Introducing- FRANKIE FURTER- PIRATE KING OF BLOGVILLE BLOG HOP!!!!
Pull up a chair, grab some grog or rum (courtesy of the Idaho Pug Ranch ), and set sail for the Seven Seas!
The adventure begins!!!!
First stop is http://beagle-home.blogspot.
Then head on over to visit Dennis the Vizsla!
http://dennisthevizsla.
Here is the rest of the list of intrepid Blogville sea farers- please visit them all and tell them that Frankie the Pirate King sent you!
www.winesomewinston.blogspot.
http://jansfunnyfarm.blogspot.
Twofrenchbulldogs.com
gospelofgoose.blogspot.com
http://peggyfrezon.blogspot.co
http://www.molliesdogtreats.
bichonpawz
http://downhomeinnc.blogspot.
http://justustexasdachsies.
http://susieandsidebite.
http://ro-uj-iz.blogspot.co.
http://myminipetpig.com
www.lovablelily.blogspot.com
http://ranger-scottie.
http://whitleywestie.blogspot.com/
murphyandstanley.blogspot.com
http://cowspotdog.blogspot.com/
http://savetheboxers.blogspot.com/
http://catflapcavalier.blogspot.com/
http://kten-haileychronicles.blogspot.com/
http://whitedogblog.blogspot.com/
http://www.speedyhousebunny.com/
http://atcad.blogspot.com/
http://pughysgingerfurball.
http://ranger-scottie.
http://amber-daweenie.blogspot.com/
http://friendsfurevercatblog.blogspot.com/
http://sargespeaksout.blogspot.com/
http://birdbrainsanddogtales.wordpress.com/2014/07/01/honoring-frankie-furter/
http://stellroselong.blogspot.com/2014/07/shiver-me-fish-sticks.html
http://www.mydogslove.
We will update throughout the day- links not working, links forgotten, etc.
So hoist the Jolly Dachshund and set sail! (Our Dad wrote our entry and it will post in a couple of hours so come on back and don't forget the grog!)
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