Ok, I suppose we will need something to do.
Maybe we could set out on some sort of quest involving a detector? Maybe to save the detector from camp what-you-call-it? Maybe we should try to smuggle him out, because the bulldogs are being mean to him.
We both seem to have a problem with bulldogs.
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
Yes, let's do that. Let's kill some bulldog(s)!
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Let's see. We need some characters, right? I volunteer to be Mean bulldog#1 (aka. Preston the Bulldog) Other than that... I don't know. Any ideas?
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
I wanna be Lacey the bulldog-slayer
If we need to be several characters I can also be mean, ugly, smelly bulldog.
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Sounds like a plan. I also want to be Sean, the very, very confident, but not so brilliant friend of Lacey the bulldog-slayer.
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
OK, sounds great! Let's start the fellowship of detector.
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YEAH! (Should we start a new topic? I don't think we should. It would be kind of uoversiktlig)
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
You mean start a new thread? Nah... it's fine the way it is.
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So... here we go!
Sean sitting in sofa, munching popcorn and watching movie with his friend Lacey.
Sean: So, what are we going to do tonight, Lacey, I mean, this movie is kind of...er...bad. (Takes more popcorn)
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
Lacey: (picks up cover) reading: -"the adventure of Chris the Lonely Hunchback" is one of the greatest stories ever told. Chris decides to run away from home after some kids at school teased him about his glaces. On his journey he meets other misplaced people and finds his first true friends.-
...It's not the best movie I've ever seen. Let's do something else.
Suddenly a piece of paper comes in through the window and lands on the floor.
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Sean: (Looks towards piece of paper) You know, Lacey, I think a piece of paper just flew in through the window! Wouldn't you know. (Stretches hand towards piece of paper, but doesn't reach it.) Oh, well... Probably isn't that important anyway. (Turns back to keep watching lousy movie) Unless...(sends Lacey begging look)...you can pick it up! (Points at Lacey)
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
Lacey: (tries to pick up the paper but doesn't reach it) STUPID PAPER!
(whistles) Bob, fetch!
A St.Bernard comes running up from the basement, picks up the paper and gives it to Sean.
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Eew...(Looks at paper covered with slime from Bob)...OK, let's see...What does it say? What DOES it say...? Ok, here we go.... (Tries to read paper) H-H-ELP... HELP ME. AM TAPPED, sorry TRAPPED AT STUPID CAMP WITH MEAN BULLDOGS. NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE.
That's it. (He looks at Lacey) What do you suppose it means? Maybe some kids having a laugh? (Sean tries to keep an enthusiastic Bob from getting drool all over him)
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
does it say which camp it is? And who it's from?
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Ok, I'm turning in now.
Hope there will be more action here tomorrow. Good night.
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Sean: (Turns paper around and looks) Nothing.... OH! Maybe it's written in invisible ink! You know, the kind that is only visible when it's heated up! (Puts piece of paper into flame in candle on the table) See! It's getting darker! (Paper goes up in flames, despite being soaked in doggie-drool).......................Oh............Right.......Ok, then....
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
Did you see what it was?
Did you see what it was?
Did you see it?
Did you see it, eh, eh?
(looks at remainings of paper and picks it up) This is of no more use now. (throws it in garbage can)
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Of course I saw it! (Rolls his eyes) Gee, Lacey, sometimes you're so...so... aargh! For your information, I intended to do that. We wouldn't want anyone else to see the secret message, do we???.............
Now we've got a mystery to solve! Let's go out and look for traces. Come on, Bob! (Whistles)
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
"Intended"...yeah, right! Traces? there are no traces, it came through the window if you didn't notice! But, ok, if you want to look. (follows Sean out)
(Outside:) ok, where shall we begin? (goes over to some trees nearby and starts climbing them)
(but comes down quickly) This was stupid. why did I do that?
(looks at Sean)Any ideas how it got here?
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Well... let's see now. The wind is coming from over...there (points in direction of neighbour's house)...so...if I'm not very much...what you call it...mistaking...the note had to have come from over....there (Points in same direction) (Obviously pleased with himself, he sets his hands to his side and looks at Lacey.)
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
Ooooh... you're smart! I could never have figured that out! Let's go... which direction did you say it was?... oh well I'll just follow you.
(starts jumping after Sean)
(uh... walking after Sean)
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(Walking towards neighbour's house)
Do you think it was Mr. Johnson (neighbour) who sent the note? I'm almost sure it was him. He's had it in for me since I cut his hedge last summer.... How could I know he wanted a traditonal and even hedge? (Now clenching his fists he grumbles to himself, imitating Mr. Johnson:) "....Nobody wants a hedge like thaaaat.... I won't pay you any money for this, you lousy little idiot..."
(To Lacey again:) That's why he sent me that threatening note, see?
(They walk up to Mr. Johnsons's house.) It doesn't look like he's home. He must have run away, that coward!
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
What threatening note?
Look at that mysteriuos bump in the welcome mat. (lifts up mat and finds key) Let's go inside and see if we find anything interesting. (opens door)
Ugh! What's that horrible smell? It smells like something died in here! Or like that stew I made last week. (to himself) Oh, I hope I remembered to throw it out. I'll have to check that when we come home.
(to Sean) Found anything? I'll go upstairs and take a look.
(stops halfway up the stairs) Wait a minute! I thought you said you saw who it was from?
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Did I? I must have missed that. All I said was that Mr. Johnson and I aren't exactly the best of friends. Well, you look upstairs and I'll look here.
(Goes into living room. Suddenly, he spots hamster in hamster cage) Oh! Hello there! (Reads from sign on cage)...Residence of Mr. Rodriguez... Odd name for a hamster...
(Mr. Rodriguez looks up at him and squeaks) ... You poor guy! Doesn't look like Mr. Johnson's been here for a while. You don't even have any food! Come here... (Opens cage and picks up Mr. Rodriguez) I'll find something for you!
(He takes the undernourished hamster into the kitchen and opens the fridge. A horrible smell meets him) Pheeew!
(Sean backs up, right into the kitchen table and knocks over a vase standing there. It falls to the floor and breaks into pieces with a loud [CRASH!])
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
(starts going up the stairs again, mumbling) stupid git... he should really start to wear his glaces... I'll read the next secret message we get...
(upstairs Lacey starts going through Mr. Johnson's laundry lying in a pile on the floor) Phew! What a stench! (looks in pocket of jacket and finds a mouldy, green, stinking thing that used to be a sandwich and drops it on the floor in horror) EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! The thing is alive! It's moving! (then an army of cockroaches comes out of it, Lacey jumps up on a nearby chair) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! I'M BEING ATTACKED! (then Bob comes to the rescue, he eats all the bugs and the sandwich. Lacey gets down from the chair and Bob starts licking him in the face) Bob stop it! Get off me! (Bob stops and goes to chew on some shoes)
(Lacey continues his investigation) Hmmmmmmmmmmmm... let's see what we find in this closet... (the door slowly opens with a [creeeeeaak])... it's empty.
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(Recovering from the horrible stench, Sean gets up from the floor. Suddenly, he realizes that Mr. Rodriguez is gone)
Mr. Rodriguez? Mr. Rodriguez!?!?! (There's no answer. Sean looks around on the floor) ....Now where has that creature gone?...(Then he spots Mr. Rodriguez. He is sitting happily on the kitchen counter munching some greenish-looking cheese)
There you are! Come on! We have work to do! (Though looking extremely displeased and a wee bit insulted, Mr. Rodriguez lets go of the cheese as Sean picks him up) I don't think that's good for you! (Sean quickly has a look around and finds a box of corn flakes. He takes some flakes and stuffs them into his pocket along with Mr. Rodriguez) That should keep you occupied for a while!
(He goes back into the living room and opens the door to what seems to be a kind of library. There are dusty books, magazines and piles of paper everywhere. A minute later, Sean has confirmed most of these are about dogs and dog shows. There seems to be especially many books about bulldogs. Sean decides there's nothing to find there, and leaves the room)
LACEY! HAVE YOU FOUND ANYTHING?
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
(jumps up in fright when hearing Sean) NO! HAVE YOU? Oh, I won't find anything here. Come Bob! (they leave the room) Where to look? AH, in there! (goes to something that looks like a tool shed) OK, what have we got here? (opens door) This looks interesting. What is that thing? (picks up thing) (reading): theDetectorFinder4000. And what does my eyes see? A mark in the dust on the floor, a detector mark. Maybe Mr. Johnson has taken it with him when he left. Let's see if I can find anything out side. (goes outside) How do I start it? (searchs for a while when suddenly discovers a button marked START) Oh, there (pushes button. the detector goes beep beep beep) Hey! It works! (suddenly the detector starts beeping madly) I think it has found something. (start running around to see if the signal gets any different somewhere else, but it's the same everywhere) This was strange... are there detectors all over the place? (then realizes that the detector has been misleaded by itself) Aargh! I want my money back, this stupid thing doesn't work! Wait, it isn't mine........... I'll keep it for a while. Maybe it'll come useful later (puts detector in pocket and goes back inside) Now where is Sean? (shouts): Sean! Where are you?
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(Sean, being lost in something marked "Linen Closet" hears Lacey call and finds the door.) I'm in mph...rmmph (Spits out ball of dust)...here (cough)! I can see you outside the window! (Waves and jumps for Lacey to see him, but Lacey doesn't seem to notice, so he gives up and goes out through the living room and the front door. There, He sees Lacey on the lawn.) Hi, Lace!... Hey! What's that thing? (Rips detector-thingy out of Lacey's hands and starts waving it around. Suddenly, the thing gives a loud [BEEEEEEEEEEP]. Amazed, Sean drops it on the ground.)
WOW! What was that?!?!?!!! (Picks up detector once more, but again, it gives a loud [BEEEEEEEEEP], and again, Sean drops it on the ground in amazement.)
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
(picks up the detector) This, my friend is a detector detector. I found it in a closet upstairs. (puts the detector in his pocket) I thought we might need it. Where have you been? (suddenly Mr. Rodriguez pops out of Sean's pocket. Lacey stares at the hamster) You have a serious rodent problem in your clothes. You should put some mouse traps in there.
So, anyway, we should do something more constructive instead of breaking into people's houses. I know it was my idea, but we have to save someone somewhere. Any ideas of what we should do now?
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A detector detector, eh? That should come in handy!
What to do now? I don't know......... Oh, by the way: Have you met Mr. Rodriguez? (Lifts Mr. Rodriguez out of his pocket) Mr. Johnson seems to have left him here, the poor thing! (Lets Lacey pet him, then puts him back into pocket)
Remember what that note said? "Trapped at camp with bulldogs" or something? Do you know of any such camps? I know I don't. OH! Let's do a quick search on the Internet! (Runs back to the house (Not Mr. Johnson's))
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
Camp with bulldogs, eh? let me think.............. nope doesn't ring a bell. (runs after Sean into house and finds him by the computer) Found anything? I'll go check if we have some books about it. (goes to a room with several bookshelves) Phew! It sure is dusty inn here! (picks up a book) (reading): "bulldogs, where to find them? everything about bulldog camps. (stops reading) I had no idea we even had a book called that. We've never had a bulldog. (suddenly a spider comes out of the book, Lacey drops the book on the floor in fright and jumps up on a chair) Eeeeek! Help me, Sean! Kill it, kill it!
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(Sean turns around and sees the spider.) Ai ai! A spider! A spider has come! (He picks up the printer and starts beating the spider with it, but he doesn't seem to hurt anything but the printer.) Oh no! It's a super-spider! Lacey! The gun! Behind you! (Points at show-off gun hanging on the wall)
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
(Lacey picks up the gun and hands it to Sean. But when he's about to give it to him the gun shoots and hits the lamp in the roof. The bullet is reflected and comes back. Sean has to duck to not get hit) Ooops! Sorry!
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(sarcastic) Jeeez, Lace! Be a a little less careful!
(Receives gun from Lacey and points at spider. He shoots, but nothing happens) Oh no! It's jammed!... Oh well, we'll just have to do it the old-fashioned way then! (Takes off shoe and squashes spider with it. Breathes out.) That was a close one, eh Lacey? (Turns back to computer.) Stupid Internet. Always so slow! (Beats computer with shoe (still in his hand)) Come on! Come ooooooooon!!!!!..................... (After about three minutes, the computer reacts) FINALLY!!!! Let's see now... What was it we were looking for? Oh yes, Bulldog camp! (Types it into the searching-field-thing. Then waits................................................................)
OK, here we go. (Looks at results of search) ....Camp Bulldog, Schefferton, Camp Happy Bulldog, Oklahoma, Camp GO Ye Bulldogs in Verrabotn.... Camp bad Bulldog you! in Argentina.... (Scrolls down the page and finds out there are about 140 000 pages containing the words "Bulldog Camp". Looks at Lacey) This is no good. We need a more specific search. What about that book of yours then?
Found anything?
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
(looks up from fire of books) Hm? Sorry, did you need that book? It was getting a bit chilly in here. (Sean rolls his eyes) What? It was. (turns back to the fire)
Try searching for bulldog camp with stupid bulldogs.
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Ok... I'll try that (searches for "bulldog+camp+stupid")
You do know the window's open, right? (Closes window) I thought I'd make something to drink while we're waiting for the computer. I'll bring something for you too. (Goes down for ten minutes. Then comes back, just in time to see the search finish. Gives drink to Lacey.) Here you go. Now, let's see what we've got.... Ooooh! One hit! "Stupid Bulldogs of Alaska Recreation Camp", or SBARC. Could that be where the not came from, you think?
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
I've got a feeling we ought to start a new thread soon. It would be cool to! We could call it "Fellowship of Detector: chapter two: The Bulldog Camp" or something like that! That would be grrrrreat!
(About the "Hjalmar" thing. Her birthday is thursday, I think, so it would be even grrrrreater if we could fix it till then. I'll bring a CD (Yes, yes, the one I owe you too) tomorrow or something. Still up for it?)
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
Maybe... yes! We should go there and check. (pours some of the drink on fire and drinks the rest) Mmmmmmmm... fluidy... (stands up and goes to pack) When shall we leave?
(about "Hjalmar". Just give me a CD and I'll fix it)
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Yes, let's go there. Do you have any money for a plane ticket? I'll go check my piggy bank. (Checks his piggy bank) OK, not too much.... A sponge cake, lemonade, raspberry jam, but not much for afters I'm afraid.... Oh, we're all right! I found some cauliflower!
And here is all my money. (Holds up a lot of money) Should get us a little part of the way, at least?
- Five hundred dollars, you say?
- Dog food, you say?
(looks at money) Yep, that should get us a little closer. I'll go see if I find any money. (leaves room, but comes back) Can I get a little sponge cake? (Sean gives him a piece) (with mouth full of cake): Phanck you. (leaves room again) (from the other room): Now, where did I put that money?.... Maybe in there... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! NO, NOT IN THERE! .....Oh, now I remember... (after a short while he returns to Sean with some money an a bag) I found them! Let's go.
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