...Now that the crew has finished their 147th rendition of "Down Under", they realize Peter has long since gone to sleep, hidden all of the rum on his way to bed and has left the big titanium Dungeon of the Doomed doors wide open in hopes the pirates would magically disappear through them. Alas, such was not to be the case. Peering out, Captain Isa notices the sun rising slowly in the distance... "Mateys! Get a grip! It appears to be a brand new day and we have a brand new birthday awaiting us." "Ahhhh Captain, looking at the manifest, there is no member with a birthday today." "Sure there is, Matey. Check the log again." "Nope. No one with a birthday today." There has to be! He was to be signed up last year at this time! Are you sure?" "Aye Captain. Not a single name."
Given this news, the Captain decides a storming of the Dungeon of the Doom's living quarters is now in order... "Matey, get me the bullhorn!" "Captain, is that a wise idea? This place has a bad echo. They need need better soundproofing. These tapestries with the skull & cross bones tattooed backpacker motif just ain't doin' the job. I know a guy in Adelaide that would do the work for cheap. A barrel of rum and he'll do it in half the time too." But, before the crew member could finish his last sentence, Captain Isa launched herself towards the stairwell, bullhorn blaring...
"Peter Daams! Wake up! I have a skull & cross bone to pick with you!"
"We gave at the office."
"Yeah, yeah, nice try. That excuse didn't work two days ago."
"No one is home."
"That one didn't work either."
"Nice try but that's not working either."
"No. Really. I'm deaf from that bullhorn thingy."
Captain Isa takes no notice of the last statement and continues her diatribe...
"Peter Daams, for being an Overlord of the Daams Dungeon of the Doomed, you are sorely remiss in your duties!"
"See, I knew you could still hear me! And yes, vous!" The birthday boy is not on the TP member manifest! You're lucky my dad (Captain Curt of the Snowy Minnesotan North) sailed under a paper company's colors and who's motto was 'Jot It Down. Paper Remembers.' or the poor birthday boy wouldn't be getting the special present we have in store for him."
"Nosies! You got yours the other day. Crew, man your stations!!!!"
As the crew takes a running start at the Daams Dungeon of the Doom's living quarter's doors with a battering ram, the doors open, the crew tumbles in and lands in front of the birthday boy. A small voice rings out...
"Yessiree Master Miles, there are pressies! Would you like a ride on a real pirate's ship?"
"YES!!!!! Sailing! Sailing! Sailing!"
With that, the Captain and crew gather up Master Miles, load him into the blimp for a short flight to the ship. As everyone waves goodbye, Peter could be faintly heard, "Can I come along too?" "NOOOO!" bellows through the bullhorn...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MILES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's hoping you have a wonderful day (Jan. 26th) filled with family, friends, being sugered up on cake and soda by grandparents, get lots of loot (it's a pirate term for pressies) and maybe now Dad will finally make you a member.
The Captain and crew take Miles on an excellent cruise around the harbor two or three times and still make sure he's back home by bedtime...