Tuesday, October 31, 2006

All Howl, It's Halloween






Happy Halloween, everyone. It's beginning to look a lot like All Hallows Eve here. The sky is darkening, clouds are rolling in, and a brisk breeze is kicking around the fallen leaves. The trick-or-treaters will be out soon. We don't get a lot in our neighborhood any more; the kids all seem to go to parties and other organized activities instead of taking to the streets. I'm ready for any little goblins who venture out, though. And if they don't come, that means more candy for me to eat.

We have one more chilling tale of bloody, mangled Words Gone Wild before we return them to the everyday world of plain old Twisted Linguistics. Here's what we have to work with today:


Misour
hungrey
aranged marriag
coleugu
mumbleng
teree
prymaid
theam soneg
ultimatit tnneny
ghoasts


And here's the Storytime With Twisted Linguistics which evolved from them:

PLAN FOR 9 FROM OUTER SPACE

Not that long ago, in a land pretty far away, an aranged marriag took place between the princess of a lesser planet (well, in truth it had been relegated to dwarf planet status) and the dipstick Dictating Despot of the K.C. Sunshine Galaxy. His name was Misour-9. When he overthrew the former dancing king who had ruled the galaxy with rhythm and beat, he stopped the music, confiscated all the mirror balls, and imposed ultimatit tnney on the entire universe. Mean Misour-9 broke the hearts and the spirits of dancing fools in all corners of the galaxy.

People were hungrey for liberty and white polyester suits, and so they staged a revolt to free Misour's browbeaten and dance-deprived wife, Princess Teree. They knew that she had good connections who would help the cause if they helped her. So they did. And Teree was grateful and came through as had been hoped for.

Her first course of action was to cause to be built a huge prymaid. Its function was to serve as a landmark for the ships Teree summoned from her home planet, Coleugu. What Teree didn't know was that Coleugu had in the time since her marriag been overrun by the Mumblengs. The Mumblengs were, well, a strange people, the descendants of a long lost race of beings called Village People. Teree and her troops knew they had a problem on their hands when the Mumblengs showed up blaring their theam soneg, "YMCA," at warp volume. The element of surprise was lost and Misour 9 showed up, plenty pissed, to see what all the commotion was.

The head Mumbleng, however, had a plan. Dressed in full battle regalia, consisting of leather chaps, cowboy boots, plaid shirt and a feather headdress, complemented by colorful face paint and some heavy bling, the Mumbleng king cranked up "Macho Man" and marched up to Misour and smacked him in the face. Misour was so shocked, because no one had ever dared to touch him before, that he dropped to his knees.

At that point, the rest of the Mumbleng troops (none over three feet tall), enervated by the music, rushed in and began to dance, gyrating wildly to long suppressed tunes. Misour-9 was caught in the resultant stampede and was ground squarely into the dirt. 9-squared is, of course, 81 and that's exactly how long it took to restore rhythm to the galaxy -- 81 minutes.

There was thereafter a steady beat and some fancy footwork in the land and Queen Teree, hoping to lay to rest the ghoasts of tnneny forever, turned the Great Prymaid over to her subjects, which now included a host of Mumblengs, for use as a disco.
It turned out that Night Fever is how you can mend a broken heart.




18 comments:

RexZeitgiest said...

ahahaahhahahahahhah.....Another Serena classic.......

Where is my white poyester suit?

RexZeitgiest said...

BTW, Happy Halloween

Serena Joy said...

Happy Halloween to you, too, Rex. You find your white suit and I'll dig out my slinky red dress and we'll go dancing. Somebody, somewhere must still have some Bee Gees tunes. LOL.

Kanrei said...

WE HAD CANDY BEGGING CHILDREN IN COSTUME THIS YEAR!!!! Not many, but there were some and that is awesome!

Happy Halloween to everyone!

Kanrei said...

BTW,
I do hope these stories continue beyond the holiday =D

Hale McKay said...

That was great!

Hope you had a good Halloween.

Thanks for the comments. I'm glad you enjoyed my Halloween short story.

Serena Joy said...

Yay! Kan got some munchkins! I had only about a dozen so I have piles of candy to eat my way through. LOL.

The stories -- hmmmm. Maybe one every now and then. I've kind of run it into the ground with Halloween. But ... I never say never.

Happy Halloween!

Kanrei said...

We need a good tale of the Turkey who tried to stop Thanksgiving.

Serena Joy said...

Thanks, Hale. I loved your story -- the buildup was a trip and the ending was a sucker puncher. Your "fun" stuff is great, but so is your serious writing. Keep 'em coming.

Hope you had a fun Halloween, too.:)

Serena Joy said...

Evil turkeys, huh? By damn, I do believe I could do that, Kan. LOL. And God knows there are enough Twisted Linguistics out there to do a bang-up turkey and plenty of side dishes. Dessert, too.:)

Sheesh, what on earth do you suppose a helcexzu is? A new wonder drug? Hell ... sexes you? Oh, I get it -- WordVer is talking dirty to me again.

Steve G said...

This is a keeper. Damn, I'm going to have to eat some candy. The visitors were sparse last night. Anyone want to buy a used pumpkin?

Serena Joy said...

Hope you bought candy you like, Steve. I did, knowing there'd be plenty of leftovers. How much do you want for the pumpkin?:)

Steve G said...

You buy the plane ticket and you can have it for free. (grin)

Serena Joy said...

Whew! That'd be one expensive pumpkin. He was purrrrrrty, though. He'd probably make a few nice pumpkin pies.

Kanrei said...

Haggis? HAGGIS? Devorah? Dedman? Come out come out where ever you are....

Serena Joy said...

She can't HEEEAAAARRR you. She's dust ... until the next time.

Kanrei said...

BUT...
Devorah and the eggs....

Serena Joy said...

What is this, you want me to think about future story lines? My brain hurts! LOL. Maybe I'll take it to the group who wrote the original story and see if we can be persuaded to write Part Deux.

Here's an odd WordVer: vyvuil. Sounds like some kind of mutant weevil, doesn't it?