Skippy Chronicles...Prolouge??

Well, since neither of you blogged at all over spring break, I've decided to start the Skippy Chronicles season 5. Let me know if you have any objections to this, but I encourage you to join me in writing this epic tale that might actually have a plot (other than just us chasing Skippy around some randomly). Well, here goes:





(cue dramatic music) Deep in the heart of a Cuban jungle, (cue tribal music) a mysterious man lay on his death bed, surrounded by his three servants.
"I need....I need....." the old man coughed.
"Yes, what do you need,"asked one of the insignificant servants.
"I need...two things. First, a peanut butter sandwich. Then, an explanation for why that infernal voice in the background described me as mysterious. WHAT IS MYSTERIOUS ABOUT ME?!?!? EVERYBODY KNOWS WHO I AM YOU SILLY HAMSTER-DUCK-CAT-THING!!!!!!
A hamster-duck-cat-thing??? What the heck??
"YOU HEARD ME YOU RARE GENETICALLY ENGINEERED STRANGE LOOKING HYBRID ANIMAL!!!!!!" In his rage, the not-so-mysterious man in the bed leaped up, grabbed a machine gun that happened to be laying around and made Swiss cheese of the hut they were standing in to the point that it all collapsed, and one of the servants was killed. There was finally silence as all the people in the hut were momentarily buried in the rubble. Eventually, and through a series of events way to complicated and overly detailed for me to describe, (a.k.a. they crawled out) the three escaped from the debris. The old man seemed to be completely cured of his sickness. In fact, he seemed to be getting younger again.
"But sir...how...?" one of the servants gawked incredulously.
"That's not important, Omar. What is important is that I told you to bring me a peanut butter sandwich, and you have delayed far too long. So instead...you will bring me TWO sandwiches."
Omar the servant whimpered, and then walked away.
The old-young guy turned to his other servant. "Is my brother Raul still president here, Faraar?"
Faraar checked his watch. "Yes."
"Then go impeach him. I will be resuming my position as president here, right after Omar brings me two, count 'em, TWO peanut butter sandwiches. Right after I become the president of Cuba for the second time, I will go for WORLD DOMINATION!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Fidel Castro: a man of mystery, "HEY!!!!" sorrrrrry, high artillery, and peanut butter sandwiches.

To be continued......