Club Shipwreck, Part the pling.
The gargantuan Hamster Captain climbed up onto one of the dance podiums so
that he could address his crew better.
Dance, Dance, Dance! Chanted Efof, and the crew joined in clapping their
hands.
"OOh, er.." said WW.
Suddenly, the lights went down.
"Hello BD crewmembers, it's lovers night tonight here on Ibiza and boy have
we got a selection for you..."
"Keep talking!" whispered Jasmine,
"...but, before we get to that, we...thought...that maybe a quick drink was
in order, and so if you would like to over to the bar, where I'm sure Jay
could fix you up with a small cocktail." Dean covered the mike, "Any luck?"
"Erm, no, but on the more interesting side your fly's undone."
"SMEG!"
The crew looked to the box. "Ok, change of plan guys, looks like we're going
for BeeGee's night here on New Ibiza, no, I lie, it's ok!" said Dean, over
the rising murmers from teh crowd. "We've found some Village People
instead."
WW was still on stage, as YMCA started to spin on the table, soon he was
joined by Alota, Seymour and WD-40.
"DANCE!DANCE!DANCE!" went the crowd, fueled by the small chemical weapons
plant the Jay called "the bar".
"It's fun to stay at the Y, M, C, A" went the large speaker system, whilst
the lights flashed.
"DANCE!DANCE!DANCE!" yelled teh crowd, stamping their feet.
"Erm.. we'd better dance" said Seymour, starting to fear for his life.
"I agree." said WD-40.
Soon, the command structure of the BD were doing the YMCA. A sight that Dean
thought he'd never see.
"Anything else down there?" he asked Jasmine
"Erm....nope."
"Well, in that case, when this song ends, prepare to die at the hands of an
angry mob!"
"Wait! Is Macho Man any good?"
"Worth a shot, give it here."
"Ok, you fellas, time to strut your funky stuff..." said Dean over the mike,
then, to Jasmine, "Did I just say that?"
"I don't know you." said Jasmine, shaking her head.
When Dean looked back, an embarrasingly drunk Jay had stripped to the waist
and was dancing to Macho Man on the stage.
"Even I don't USUALLY get THAT wasted THAT quickly!"
"Where's Alota?" asked Jasmine straightening up and looking through the
plexiglass.
"Ermm... THERE! Looking incredibly embarrased and creeping up behind Jay
with a large bottle, she's, she's going to knock him out!" TSSSH "She did
knock him out!" said Dean, "Jaz, you'd better get down there, he don't look
to healthy!"
"STOP THE MUSIC!" said WW into a mike he'd dragged from backstage, and,
stepping over the comatose form of Jay, he decided to try addressing his
troops again.
Dean "Funky" Thomas