The Great Scottish Oracle's Spirit hovers over the mass of toons, watching in amusement as the RED LadyZ and the dashing Quigley stand, stunned, as the Po'Boy floats through the air. "This isn't what you need" can be heard as a fuzzy outline of a sleek blue horse appears over their heads and a large bite is taken from the sandwich. "Hovering can be so tiring!"

"Now, as for you, you pseudo-feathered Scots wannabe, you bring shame onto all Scots!"

The blue horse stops and stares at the multi-colored dog trapped in a box, then returns her attention to the toons below, shaking her head. "The Flop Fest shall also consist of highland dancing and playing of tunes on pipes." **Mutters to self: letting a false Scot handle a caber... he should eat haggis for the rest of his life for that!**

Don't forget your kilt! The blue horse smacks another bite of the sandwich as she disappears... but she will be watching!

soon we will have to give Master Mac his own FORUM lol. My FIRST IMPRESSION of Master Mac is that he likes purple hats, and that his first impression thread is seemingly never ending lol.

Ahh, Doc, this thread has certainly made a great impression. Don't bother looking, there is no cure for the insanity! Just nod, smile, and agree. You'll be safer that way!

LOL. Maybe it's the

Ahhh, poor confused dog, chasing its own tail in the scrunched box, obviously not realizing she is dealing with the Great Scottish Oracle. "I think this is too risky for you" can be heard echoing across the pit.

The sleek blue horse turns her attention to the four muscular toons, toting an enormous brass tub, filled to the rim with bubbles, and a rubber ducky! She looks again, shakes her head and laughs. Tis not a rubber ducky but the dear NannerSplat, arriving to view the Flop Fest from her throne.

Finally, after realizing that she can't get her sandwich back, she lays down in her box in the way that dogs do and whines. All of a sudden she realizes that everyone saw what she did. Then, with a shy grin and so red of a face, you never would have known the head was purple (though some call it pink, grrr), she gets up and straightens her clothes. Apon seeing Nanner, however, she loses concienceness and faints into position that is so uncomfortable in that box that it's painful just looking at it.

Feeling sorry for the contortioned and confused dog, the sleek blue horse expertly tosses a beef-flavored dog biscuit into the box.

NannerSplat waves to everyone as she sings "Singing the Bathtub..." and deftly pops a floating bubble. Quigley mutters "Good Grief!" as LadyZ says "You take right!" The poor, wee, pseudo-feathered blue duck can only stare and mumble to himself as he soon gets buried in the rest of his poorly designed costume.

<The little dog peers from her strange position at the dog biscut and picks it up and examines it. Then she puts it in her mouth and takes a bite, listening to the PINK horse while she's doing so.>
I accept! I'll always call you pink...but I might refer to you as darker pink. But I won't call you red.<she says with the biscut in her mouth>Rats, this is fish flavored, can I have beef flavored? And in a sandwich?<then she drops back off to sleep as if that were a better place to be...perhaps there are cats who she can chase.... One can tell by the barking and the running, though her legs are up and her head is down thus keeping her from actually moving.>

Suddenly, a strange and hypnotic tune can be heard. All heads turn towards the ghostly sound, to see a shapely pink horse perched precariously upon the bench of a large and rather frightening pipe organ. Atop the organ sits a new paper sack labeled "Mother's Cajun Roast Beef - the pride of New Orleans!", and a small vase of flowers. The monkey stares at the scene, dazed and confused, hypnotized by the booming tones. As the ghastly tune continues to play (<<that is NOT a typo! ) Dear me! she thinks to herself. These are clearly gifts of bribery from the duck formerly known as blue!! Holding onto her hat, "YULE BE SORRY!" she screams as she rushes towards the organ, snatches the flowers, and heads for the factory to feed them to the unsuspecting cogs.

Mayhem ensues as the duck attempts to free the flowers from the angry monkey. Is he successful? Have YOU ever tried to free anything from an angry monkey?? You do the math!

Quigley saunters over to the organ. "Howdy, Quig! Like my song?" sings the pink horse (slightly off key *shudder*). "No comment", says the cat, as he takes the sack off the organ and peers inside. He thrusts the sack into the horse's face. "Where is my fish flavored dog biscuit? Good grief!" "I'd be happy to!" sings the horse, "Sorry, I can't! The dog took it" pointing over at the small box. "Give me a break" mutters the cat. He approaches the box carefully, knowing that this particular multicolored dog has a nasty habit of luring cats with fish flavored dog biscuits then chasing them. He knows the dog is no match for him, let's not sugar coat it! But there's no harm in being cautious, is there? Arriving at the box, he holds out the bag. "Sandwich?" The dog looks at him, amazed. A CAT is offering her a SANDWICH??!! This could change the relationship between cats and dogs forever!!

Cabers, Gloves, Haggis, Bathing Beauties in Throne Tubs, Shapely Pink Horses Dancing, Scrunched Dogs in Boxes, Yellow Stockings. It is all a little overwhelming for the wee little duck. Yet another grand scheme foiled. This time, by that medaling goody-two-shoes, Quagmire. There is no dought about it. The Mac-ster is standing on the Railroad tracks down in Cashbot HQ and the Toontown Express is bearing down on him. This is not going to be pretty folks…nope not pretty at all. After the embarrassment of being revealed as a Granny MoMo Imposter no one will cheer for the little blue duck now. Master Mac has no other choice but to engage in fair, honest competition. <Duck shutters at the thought> May the best competitor win.

Hey, judges those were expensive gifts. Give a duck a break will ya.