Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

Writer Lady looks at Tinkletoes. “I have to admit that I did not see this coming.” “I'm the man.” Monitor Man cries. “I'm the man!” “I wonder...” Tinkletoes says thoughtfully, “do you think that the whole running for second-in-command of an entire country is too much pressure.” “You might have started out with the upper paw but I turned it around.” Monitor Man continues. “Let's see...a world famous actor who takes a trip in pursuit of a new project gets roped into running for one of the highest political positions in the country only to get kidnapped, transported to another dimension and find himself being hunted down in a fantastic game of cat and mouse. I think that this has been a tougher day than most. Even for him.” “This is Monitor Man on a bad day?” Tinkletoes asks. Monitor Man is doing a strange combination of posturing, dancing, and casting insults at the kittens (okay...flipping them the...um...bird). “Why don't you climb into our bub

“You okay?” Writer Lady asks. “Yeah. Um...yeah. These things whip around too much.” Tinkletoes says, looking around the inside of his bubble. “I can hear you.” “It's a magical communications system. I thought that I wanted to ask you if you were all right so the communications system was activated.” Tinkletoes' bubble shifts as a bubble full of field mice bump into him. It turns adjusting its course away from the cluster and takes off disappearing into the horizon. The self-proclaimed mercenary closes his eyes. “I wonder if the little weirdos came up with something to make everything stop spinning.” There is a loud clicking noise and a pair of mechanical arms drop down into Tinkletoes' bubble. First the arms unfold, then a pair of hands, fingers extending. The index finger of each hand is covered with a thick, glowing goo. The fingers drop down to Tinkletoes' head, reaching in and giving the self-proclaimed mercenary a wet willy in each ear. He makes a face