Terror in Toyland (TiT) - An HNT Adventure
by Mark Leslie
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Mark blacked out before he even hit the ground, and for the longest time he just laid there, unconscious and enjoying the break from the mostly stressful day he'd been having.
After all, it wasn't every day that Darth Tater and his gang of spud thugs launched an attack that shrunk Mark down to the size of a toy and started terrorizing him. Not to mention that despite the help of fellow blogger Susie, Mark still ended up flying off the dead end of a toy train that they had hopped aboard in order to escape the laser fire from the Darth gang.
No, instead, Mark just laid there unconscious and enjoyed his favourite dream -- the one where he is sitting on the couch with Homer Simpson and enjoying a box of donuts while watching the boob tube.
No scary Darth Taters, no crazy deadlines to get an HNT post up every single Thursday for the past two years and the overbearing guilt that came with not being able to visit as many of his HNT friends as he would like each week -- no, none of that. Just a blissful Homer Simpson dream. Simple and easy.
But the blissful dream came to a frightening halt when he heard the screams of his friend Susie followed by the cackling of his enemy taters.
Several things came to his mind -- first, it was good to learn that Susie was still alive and had survived the fall. Second, it was apparent that she now needed his help.
It was time to spring into action. But first, he really should find some pants, shouldn't he?
After all, it wasn't every day that Darth Tater and his gang of spud thugs launched an attack that shrunk Mark down to the size of a toy and started terrorizing him. Not to mention that despite the help of fellow blogger Susie, Mark still ended up flying off the dead end of a toy train that they had hopped aboard in order to escape the laser fire from the Darth gang.No, instead, Mark just laid there unconscious and enjoyed his favourite dream -- the one where he is sitting on the couch with Homer Simpson and enjoying a box of donuts while watching the boob tube.
No scary Darth Taters, no crazy deadlines to get an HNT post up every single Thursday for the past two years and the overbearing guilt that came with not being able to visit as many of his HNT friends as he would like each week -- no, none of that. Just a blissful Homer Simpson dream. Simple and easy.But the blissful dream came to a frightening halt when he heard the screams of his friend Susie followed by the cackling of his enemy taters.
Several things came to his mind -- first, it was good to learn that Susie was still alive and had survived the fall. Second, it was apparent that she now needed his help.
It was time to spring into action. But first, he really should find some pants, shouldn't he?
To be continued . . .
15 comments:
Oh very good~ I am loving the pictures !! Your face in that one where you realize you must save me now....hilarious!
Ok so is this where I make the dead pics?
HHNT Mark! Terrific again!
OK but the funniest part of all, because its so sad but true, is that we DO feel guilty when we dont do an HNT.
Oh and good luck finding your pants, I think they are back by the railroad tracks!
Haha! NICE! Love the Simpsons pic! They have a similar set at my local theater but they won't let us sit with Homer. :( Bastards...
Happy HNT!
Yes....definitely pants.
love this all around. Brilliant. HHNT baby.
HHNT! loved your blog!
Still with ya and enjoying it as always!
Cheers and Happy HNT!
Don't be drooling on the carpet, dude! Seriously fun. HHNT!
wow! that must have been some kind of fall if it blew yer pants off!
HHNT
hehe i always love your hnts
very cool
happy hnt
Love the shots! Happy HNT!
Pants are so overrated! HHNT! :)
No pant. In fact go bare ass. That's sure to scare Darth Tater away.
Happy HNT long lost twin. ;-)
Is that drool I spy while you sleep? No No to pants, there's not enough time....Run Mark Run !HHNT
LOL!! Who needs pants? Go save her!
Happy Father's Day!
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