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Post by peterboat on Jul 28, 2021 8:05:26 GMT
They had no idea how much Peter owned, he chuckled inwardly as the coate faeri struggled with the figures, of course he put on a show of being worried but they had yet to realise that petrol and diesel engines hadnt been invented, the air was clean as wind and solar along with clean nuclear was the only power available. Nobody needed to work in Peters world as the robots did it all and if they thought that destroying these workers would make the people happy they hadnt been listening to the unhappy people when they tried to destroy their worker robots. Whilst Peter owned the world he didnt rule it and the council had already decided that the unstable bar had gone to far the people were marchimg to rid themselves of these people that wanted to ruin their world! Yes Peter thought keeping the bar unaware of how things worked had been a good idea
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Post by phil70 on Aug 16, 2021 21:58:31 GMT
Flappy sat in morose repose by his new fangled flying tricycle. It sat an inch or so off the ground, just floating being supported by the Fusion Unit or the FU thingy as Flappy called it. Flappy idly gave it a kick and it floated away only to slowly return to its original position. Flappy thought "this can't be right, it's no fun anymore, no skidding around bends sending gravel flying, no having to lean into corners to persuade the trike to get round. And another thing, all those blooming robot things what's that all about, Kinnel not having to go to work is soul destroying. No this will not do for me, how else would I get respite from Mrs Flappy and her endless list of "things to do" Flappy decided to quit the Peter fan club and resolved to stick it to the FU on his trike. Taking his bestest hammer Flappy set to and demolished the FU thingy and felt liberated as it fell to the ground with a Clang!! The trike fell to the ground with a soft crump and seizing the moment Flappy leapt on and launched himself round the car park, his scrawny legs pumping away fit to bust, Flappy raced upto the Coate Faerie and astonished him by performing a wheely as he got carried away with the moment. Flappy resolved to get his longtime buddy on side with this freedom malarkey. Flappy thought about the mighty Lister on the Thunder Punt and of Peters plans to dump it in favour of a (spit) electric motor and thought No No No that will never do a whining electric motor or a wonderful throbbing pulsating Lister, a no brainer if ever there was one
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Post by peterboat on Aug 17, 2021 9:51:29 GMT
What had escaped Flappy was their was no oil it had been bypassed along with coal, whilst he knew about it along with the rest of the gang in the real world it had never happened everything was clean energy all over the world.............
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Post by phil70 on Aug 17, 2021 13:38:42 GMT
Flappy thought about the conundrum regarding fuel for the Mighty Lister when PING!! a notion came to him. As there was no oil or coal the first thing he had to do was get all the chippys on side together with all the eateries world wide and then he would have an ample supply of fuel and lubricating juice, problem solved. Of course some minor tinkering would be needed to the Mighty Lister but it was not beyond Flappy and his extensive tool kit. Of course while he was at it he could invent coal all it would take is a bloke with a decent shovel and the will and before long Flappy would be not only a oil merchant but a coal merchant too. TARRAH HURRAH TARRAH. Flappy was taking back the world
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Post by JohnV on Aug 17, 2021 18:47:01 GMT
John had meanwhile had been carefully cultivating huge masses of pondweed which he had been trying to convert into oil for the mighty Lister, so far the results had been only mildly promising, he had been hoarding full fat diesel for some time and had built up a substantial stockpile but still not sufficient to ensure the many years of cruising with the diesel powered punt. Another source was called for, if nobody was producing oil then he would simply have to drill his own oil well !!! Careful research told him that there was a substantial untapped reserve near *******, Hmmm he thought If I can get Flappy interested as well, we could build a drilling rig and trundle down to ******* and purchase a couple of acres of land and set up our own oil well !!! Secrecy was essential otherwise that sneaky collie would tell Peter and he would try to spoil the fun.
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Post by phil70 on Aug 17, 2021 20:11:41 GMT
Get Flappy interested? GET FLAPPY INTERESTED? I should jolly well say so. Kinnell I'm up for anything unlike Loafer and his shower cubicle And as for digging, well I can't get enough of digging. Phil
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Post by patty on Aug 18, 2021 5:40:55 GMT
Wandering in with the White Wolf Patty surveyed the pile of pond weed Took her back to days pre Horror House when she'd clear tons of the stuff from a large local waterway... as for digging, somewhere her dads old JCB lay resting and she was sure her uncle Jack would have drilling tools in his barn, in fact he probably had taken dads JCB. His farm now criss crossed with barb wire defences to deter visitors but she knew a way in. What she needed to do was visit the ole codger and 'borrow' what the guys needed... It was good to have a plan to action and without a word to the hard working duo she slipped out... She'd be back.......
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Post by peterboat on Aug 18, 2021 10:35:56 GMT
"Gone" said John "yes all of it" replied flappy "its Peter" they said in unison! But it wasnt it was one of the worker robots tidying up, it had composted the weed so it could be used to spread on the fields. In the meantime Patty was puzzled the place was supposed to be here she thought looking around, nothing looked the same she was puzzled as well. Back at the Bar they all confronted Peter, he explained that history wasnt as they knew it, he had been nipping to future and bring tech back to the 1500s so nothing was the same. Climate change wasnt a problem planes, steam engines nothing to cause pollution had ever been invented, the world was clean with real seasons, the robots did the work and humans could help if they wanted the exercise, "everybody is happy" Peter explained, a council runs the country everybody takes a turn on it in their very long lifetime, "it just works" Peter said.........................
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Post by patty on Aug 18, 2021 14:11:03 GMT
Patty wasn't happy Patty's plan had been jinxed.... She fixed Peter with her best Granny Glad Stare ... The white wolf grumbled ....
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Post by JohnV on Aug 18, 2021 14:14:51 GMT
John was looking for the black powder for the punt gun, he had a target in mind
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Post by peterboat on Aug 19, 2021 14:42:30 GMT
Peter was devastated Taff had died he had laid him to rest in the garden, no more Taff cam, no more sneaky collie tricks, he knew he should have cloned him but he had thought he would live forever after all humans were now clocking up 200 why not dogs? He wandered off even Hugo couldnt console him Both Freya, Hugo and the Gravy stained cat had been at the burial, helping dig a suitably big hole Freya was black Hugo not much better and the cat was well the cat! Peter called them over and told them "its time to celebrate his life so lets have a wake in the bar" they trotted off with him............................
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Post by phil70 on Aug 19, 2021 21:30:10 GMT
Flappy joined the others in the bar along with his fur babies Monty, Dexter and Abi Flappy needed the support from his 3 rascals as he always found wakes a bit depressing he supposed that it was his own mortality that was in question as well as his 3 dogs. Still looking on the bright side Flappy and Mrs Flappy now had a very posh credit card thingy from Pure Cremation entitling us both a fully paid up no frills Cremation. The hard part was parting with a large ish wedge of beer tokens.
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Post by JohnV on Aug 20, 2021 6:50:32 GMT
John joined Flappy at the bar He gazed pensively at the overspill from Flappy's Gruntfuttocks Finest as it ate it's way through the varnish on the bar. He had stowed his punt gun away for now but it was still somewhere he could grab it quickly. He passed a little stack of beer tokens over the bar and ordered a round. A quiver of shock ran through the regulars and this out of character behaviour caused some to stare at him
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Post by patty on Aug 20, 2021 10:51:52 GMT
Patty sat with the four legged crowd feeding them snackerettes from her handbag. She would miss Taff, adventures would never be the same without the collie cam keeping an eye on them She wondered why John was buying a round, such unusual behaviour merited a close eye... She ordered a large Merlot and settled down to watch
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Post by Trina on Aug 20, 2021 12:39:59 GMT
Mrs BB arrived at the bar in a flash-drinking bucket at the ready.She didn't have a dog with her,but she did have Barney cat with his going walkies harness on.Big Barney sat & stared at the gravy stained cat daring him to cause any trouble at this sad event.Mrs BB raised her(full of Rusty Rats Tail)bucket in the air saying,"To Taff". All the regulars did the same with their drinks & the name 'Taff' echoed around the bar.
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