MacNairCDC -- Sprinting by to hollar @ k'lynn

Okay, k'lynn! How the hay did you sneak by me whist I was decorating the tree today? When? Was I still on that tall ladder in danger for my life? Was I headfirst in a box? Was I dancing to Christmas music?

I came downstairs, just now, and the small pile of paperclips in my tray is all linked together. Nothing else touched ... just the paperclips!

It's gonna take me 20 minutes to unfasten them!

[Pause. Blink. Lean forward.]

Next time, be a dear and help with the top of the tree, will you? Honestly -- you don't even have the jitters at the height! My ornaments would sure be less crooked.

[From the chair by the roaring fire, with a black cat in his lap] DuncanMuse: "Ah, but you'd be missing those big-eyed bear ornaments, the cobalt blue glass one, and that Garfield cat when she left!"

MacNair, nonplussed: "I've just the thing for that, though. A brand new set of super bright twinkly lights! You know she's been angling for a gift for Ennaj!"

lynnannCDC

oh dear, I was afraid of this she's been on the phone to some technogeeky kid for the past few weeks, working on "something special" she said.

I checked the files on my computer and found one called "sprytcent.gif" I think she means "sprite sent gift" -- meaning herself -- through the computer. Traveling through cyberspace is easy for spectres. I unplug the computer when I go to work, but she must have gotten wise to that, because it was plugged in and running when I got home. I asked her what was going on, and she replied "nuttin" as she usually does.

Are you missing some ornament hangers, by any chance? There's another new pile in the closet, but I can't get close enough to identify it for sure, but could be tiny hangers.

I did question her about the virus Sharz got, but she vehemently denies any involvement in that (actually she said "dindoitnotme,nuhuh!")

The other possible explanation is that one of your kids saw you making the pc puzzle for k'lynn....

But, just in case, don't leave your computer running unattended, and if there is a strong smell of chocolate in the air, and it wasn't anything you ate... beware!

(remember, leaving a pile of frus near the computer may distract her long enough for Duncan to lasso her, or Connor to bulldog her, keeping YOUR paperclip collection safe)

MacNairCDC

MY ORNAMENT HANGERS! So that's where they all went! [No joking!] My whole container is empty! That's why I was finding paperclips, you see ... to bend them and make ornament hangers out of them because my ornament hangers---

---oh, just hang it all!

Guess I'd better go shopping.

One question, though. How did she escape this captivating slideshow screensaver of immortals that changes every five seconds revolving slowly, mind numbingly, through 1500 some pictures?

Or ... maybe that's why only my ornament hangers and paperclips were toyed with. I mean, she left the bubble wrap in the hallway wrapping barrel and ignored that bag of shiny new Christmas bows!

Gotta love the lil' spectre!

lynnannCDC

she knows better than to mess with real bubble wrap this close to Christmas, and that virtual bubblewrap site is a lifesaver.

As for the frus: lahoffy? are you missing any bandannas or scarves? I think she remembered MacNair's screensaver and she went prepared (except for her spelling, the dizzy thing learns quick) A monitor is just a monitor if you can't see it, but a droolproof fru (or non-drool proof) has a scent all it's own... particularly if chocolate fingerprints are attached.

lahoffyCDC

Lemme see... (rummaging sounds from the dresser)

Hmm�red...blue...purple�kittens...Union Jack...HEY!!!! Where's my dragon bandanna?!?! And my unicorn one is missing as well...

MacNair? I think we've solved that mystery. And lynnann? Tell k'lyn I'll send her some of those danged twinkly lights if she'll return my bandanna in one piece. Sans chocolate stains. *g*

MacNairCDC

You're missing a *dragon* bandanna? Well ... I'd say kiss that baby goodbye because k'lynn had an encounter with ConnorMuse last night and he spotted it. Said it'd go with his sword and he jammed it down in one pocket.

I'd like to know how he *gets* anything in the pockets of those tight pants!

lahoffyCDC

So would I. Can we experiment and find out? *wg*

MacNairCDC

NOW you've done it! [Naughty text warning!]

"Hey! HEY!" Connor protested, squirming. "Watch it! Watch where you're--"

"Easy, Connor, we're just doing an experiment," admonished lahoffy.

"And that's not what we're after anyway, so settle yourself!" muttered MacNair.

The two CDC sisters had the lean immortal cornered by the garden shed, where the building met the wall of the great house. MacNair was trying to shove her hand down one of his front pockets and one of his back pockets. lahoffy had him from the other side and already had her fist buried to the wrist in one front pocket.

"What'cha got in this pocket, eh, Connor? Feels like my missing bandanna!" she chided, struggling to get into his back pocket.

"WILL YOU QUIT! You're going to hurt something near and dear to me--OW!" he lamented.

"Hmmm," MacNair announced. "This isn't quite right. Oh, I know!" She looked over at lahoffy. "Yank your hand out of there and--"

"NO! NO YANKING HANDS OUT OF ANYWHERE!" Connor shouted, alarmed. It was difficult to struggle when there were four hands on his jeans or in them.

"What? I'm out, so what?" called lahoffy. She held onto his belt so he couldn't escape.

"You stand in front of him and put your hands in his back pockets and I'll stand behind him and get into his front pockets."

Connor groaned.

MacNair giggled.

lahoffy smirked ... and then they switched places and the experiment went on.

"Easy! Easy with those hands you insane girls! You're like stuffing chipmunks down my pants!" Connor was protesting.

"Hush," said lahoffy and she kissed him to silence him.

"Hush," said MacNair and she nipped him on the back of one shoulder, which neither made him more still NOR silenced him.

"Hey, now this works!" declared lahoffy. "I can get my hands in his pockets this way. Say-y, MacNair, don't let my bandana stay in that front pocket when we're through with this."

"Okay, dearie," acknowledged MacNair. "Now see? His jeans are tight, but if you do it right, you can get four hands in his pockets."

Connor began to chuckle and leaned on lahoffy. "Is that what this was about? How many CDCers can get into my pants?"

"No, you idiot," remarked lahoffy. "We were trying to figure out how you got *anything* in those tight pants you wear! So, if we can get our hands in there, then you've got lots of room."

"Well, for ONE thing; they're only snug around my legs, silly. I've got no hind end to fill up the back, so they're loose around my waist -- perfect for bending and moving during a swordfight." Connor said it looking piercingly into lahoffy's eyes.

lahoffy, still with her hands in his back pockets, pinched him on the anatomy in question. "Yeah, you could use some more padding back here. You're as bad as old lanky butt Methos."

"Uh-oh," announced MacNair. She peered around his ribcage to eye lahoffy. "Don't turn this cat on, lahoffy!"

"What?" returned the smiling CDCer. This is kind of nice having him cornered in the ... corner ... like this.

"We'll be stuck!"

"That's the other reason they need to be loose around the waist!" he proclaimed, cheerfully.

"AAAAAAA!" lahoffy and MacNair shouted in unison.

"Bad Scot!" said MacNair.

"Wikkid Scot!" said lahoffy.

"Great Scot!" chortled Connor, heartily amused by their struggle to get out of his pockets.

~ Finis~!
Nov 28, 2001

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