Merry Christmas 2010
Greetings, once again Christmas is almost here and as such the Adventures of Fletch and Roman 2010 Christmas special is up. To our new blogger Andrew, you probably shouldn’t read it as there has already been two series of FRA and two Christmas specials which have set up the relationships between characters and their personalities. That also includes the serious books of the Lutionn Collection which are all interlinked and would take quite a long time to catch up on. The seventh Chapter of the Invisible Agents is not up at Warehouse 17 but should be in the next blog update. Have a merry Christmas and a happy New Year everyone!
The adventures of Fletch and Roman Christmas special 2010
Narrator: Hello, Christmas time again, white winters, warm fires and a joyful, merry time. I think it’s time to ruin it with another Fletch and Roman Christmas special. Merry Christmas!
Roman: Hello, it’s that time of year where people’s hard earned classic stories are tarnished by parodies that aren’t even slightly humorous. This time it’s Fletches time to tell the story…isn’t that right Fletch.
Fletch: Happy Fletcherey everyone.
Fletch: It’s a new festive holiday I’ve invented. People send cards, buy decorations and gifts with my image on them. Here’s the kicker, for every item with my image on it they have to pay me due to copyright laws.
Roman: ehh… this is one idea that goes down in your list of plans that goes down with selling televisions to the Amish, selling sand to the Arabs and snow to the Eskimos.
Fletch: That Eskimos plan would have worked if I had called them Inuit…or maybe it was the fact I asked for a piece of their igloos for my ice cubes for my soft drink.
Roman: Perhaps you should tell the story now.
Fletch: Alright, this story is about a busy man who is about to send his presents when he realizes that due to a fault with the postman one present hasn’t arrived.
Roman: Wasn’t my story about a problem with the mail service?
Fletch:…Ehh…shush… you're ruining my plot.
Messenger:…Nintendo Vice President, check, Dr. Granso, check and finally Cell Mate…Where is his present? It should have arrived ages ago. I’ll go talk to our local postman.
After finding the local postman.
Messenger: Gobb the postman? Seriously, they let a screw up like him into an important job at the most important time of year. These truly are weird times.
Gobb: Heh! I have feelings, anyway it’s only a part time job. My other occupation doesn’t as a Hobo seem to be going very well, I keep telling passers buy I don’t need their charity in rage and they don’t give anything. I need to work in two jobs I’m building up a nice CV for my new job, although with the amount on it they might realize I really can’t do my job.
Messenger: Great, now I have to find my present. I guess I’ll have to buy the services of a bounty hunter to help.
Messenger searches and finds Gerven Hood staring at a snowman with Gobb following behind due to guilt.
Messenger: Hood, I require you services to find my present to Cell Mate which Gobb has lost.
Gerven Hood: Two seconds, I’m having a staring competition with this fellow. He’s about to blink…
Messenger: Ehh… You know that’s a snowman right?
Gerven Hood: So…I’m about to win.
The band, The Swinging Apocalyptics play the Good, the Bad and the Ugly.
Messenger: That’s really not helping guys. I guess I’ll look for it myself.
The Messenger and Gobb walk off before the snowman falls on Gerven Hood.
Gerven Hood: Cheater! Get off me you cheater!
Messenger notices Gobb’s previous tennis racket foot shapes in the snow.
Messenger: We could be getting close… look, you are the only one fashion less enough to wear tennis rackets on your feet and have been here before, although it doesn’t necessarily mean this is the way to the present.
Gobb: Hey, they help me walk in the snow and I’m a trend setter I’ll have you know I made the Piano tie fashionable. Nobody did really take to the trousers made out of a piano though.
Messenger and Gobb reach Renno’s house.
Messenger: Greetings, Renno you haven’t seen Gobb delivering a parcel addressed to my house have you?
Renno: Yes I do recall that, I believe Gobb mentioned that he was heading to the Troll’s house to send it. I couldn’t intervene as he took off before I could say anything.
Gobb: Well noticed, I didn’t know you were such a detective.
Renno: I have been reading a lot of murder stories recently including Sherlock Homes, I can now commit the perfect murder and no one would notice.
Renno’s Wife shouting: Renno, fix the Christmas tree, it’s at a slight angle.
Renno’s left eye twitches: Coming dearest!
Messenger and Gobb leave and reach the Troll’s house.
Troll: Ohh good Messenger you’re here, did you get your post that was delivered here by mistake.
Messenger: What? Gobb do you have it on you?
Gobb checks: No, …ohh… I may have forgot to tell you I delivered it when you weren’t around. I guess I can do my job after all.
Messenger: Are you telling me, that you delivered it when I was looking for you and that this was a waste of time.
Gobb: Ohh… please don’t talk to Renno about murder will you?
Messenger: It’s too close to Christmas for that kind of thing, I guess I’ll just take my anger out by throwing snowballs at you.
Gobb runs while Messenger throws snowballs at him.
(Out of story)
Roman: That was different. Doesn’t exactly show the feeling of the season does it?
Fletch: It does of Fletcherey but it’s too close to Christmas to release rage and anger.
Roman and Fletch: Merry Christmas everyone and a happy New Year!
Quote of the day
What in the name of Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret were you thinking?