WONK: the Chaos Reigns Players

[Diamondback]

*As Kilroy stomps off in his drunken stupor, he fails to see the Aston Martin right next to him... which upon the outlaws' arrival, promptly reveals a coule hood-mounted machine-guns*

KARR: *fires a short burst into the ground* Unless you want to be pressed right into that stone wall, I'd put those Thompsons down and find somewhere else to be if I were you, gentlemen...

 

[PoliceInspecter]

Ok will do, somethings not right here, this isn't Chicago I have a funny feeling about what just happened....*drives Sam wonk HQ*

 

[retrogirl1941]

What just happenned a miniute ago PI? That was out of the ordinary for this area.Just take me to the ready room, maybe my father will be there.

Samantha

 

[PoliceInspecter]

Will, do lass.

 

[KilroyCD]

*Kilroy staggers into the ready room where he sees a bedraggled, unshaven and rather pungent Colonel Carter sitting on the overstuffed club chair.*
Carter! My Lord, good man, you look worse than I feel! Where have you been? Are you okay? What can we get for you?

 

[KilroyCD]

Lo Phat: Mistuh Carter, Suh! I've drawn your bath for you. Here's some shampoo. Your hair look like rat that chewed through electric cord.

 

[retrogirl1941]

(PI's Dusenberg pulls up to WONK HQ and PI gets me out of car)
(talking to PI) You go ahead and call the doctors to the ready rrom and meet me there. I have to change really quick.
(gos down the hall to my room and changes and then comes out)
(down the dark end of the hall) Hello?!? Who's there?

And then out of the shadows someone comes out......

Samantha

 

[Diamondback]

Arnold: Kuhnel Cahtuh, you haff a clean uniform--vith updated rank--vaiting in your qvahtuhs. Do you reqvi-uh assistance?

Back around the table at Hangar 18...
*PFY dashes in, placing a pen in Bourne's hand and paper on the table*

(camera) We see several words form, hand moving faster than the eye can keep up...

Ike, reading: Cry-something--cryopod? Portal... Order... Osiris... this last string of letters and numbers looks like coordinates for something... This makes no sense, what does an ancient Egyptian god have to do with anything? "Portal"? Where? To what?

 

[carter]

Rollo: Snap to, Laprat. The Col. needs to report, retrofit, and regroup.

Carter groans and rolls over onto his back. Groggily he grasps the leg of a chair and pulls himself to a sitting position. With one elbow resting on the seat of the chair, he wearily rubs his off hand across his grizzled countenance. His eyes narrow as his fingers encounter a heavy growth of hair on his cheeks and chin.

What the bloody h--l is this? Someone is on report! Rollo, do you hear me? This man is a disgrace to the uniform! Where is Kilroy?

Rollo: What man is on report, Colonel? There's no one here. Where is Laprat with the victuals and beverages? Hmmm...I'll just raid the larder myself. No wonder the Colonel takes such chances in the field. The HQ staff is strangely daft even for WONKers.

Carter: Rollo, there is something amiss here. Please try to contact Kilroy, DB, and Sam. There's treachery afoot or my names not....well, it's not.
Rollo: Don't worry, Sir, I'll just find Laprat and be right back. You just wait right there.

Carter: Good man, Rollo. I'll be right here.
Rollo exits the Ready Room....
Where is that buzzing coming from? Carter unsteadily rises to his feet and staggers out the door toward the airfield.

 

[KilroyCD]

(PI's Dusenberg pulls up to WONK HQ and PI gets me out of car)
(talking to PI) You go ahead and call the doctors to the ready rrom and meet me there. I have to change really quick.
(gos down the hall to my room and changes and then comes out)
(down the dark end of the hall) Hello?!? Who's there?

And then out of the shadows someone comes out......

Samantha

Fritz: Allo mein pretty. I'ff been vaitink for you.

 

[Diamondback]

*Fritz hears a rumble behind him*
Blackout: I've made headshots at 400 miles an hour and a mile away before
*trains top-turret on Fritz*
so what do you think my odds are of headshotting you standing still and near point-blank? Please, give me an excuse to find out...

 

[carter]

Dear Readers, After a brief interruption, we are happy to return WONK to the threaded universe. Sit back, relax, and enjoy as our intrepid cast returns to days of yesteryear.

 

[KilroyCD]

Dear Readers, After a brief interruption, we are happy to return WONK to the threaded universe. Sit back, relax, and enjoy as our intrepid cast returns to days of yesteryear.

Yes, I was beginning to worry, as there aren't many threadcast parts out there for a hard drinking Spitfire pilot... lol

 

[carter]

Everyone in the Ready Room shakes their heads and appears groggy or in bewilderment as the room emerges from a sudden blackout. The first to notice that Carter has disappeared is Rollo as Aston and Martin burst in.

Aston: Sarnt, Col Carter is climbing in a trainer.

Martin: 'E's taxiing down the tarmac.

 

[KilroyCD]

Fritz: Now, vehr vass I?...

 

[KilroyCD]

My Lord! He's taking off in the Mosquito! Does he even know how to fly?
Lo Phat: I don't know, but at least that plane is fast.
Great! So he can kill himself quickly, huh?
Lo Phat: You sarcasm is lost on me, suh!
We've got to do something!
*Runs to Spitfire*
I don't know what I can do in this, except get to the scene of his crash quickly. Oh Lord, now I'm thinking like Lo Phat...

 

[Diamondback]

Blackout, to Fritz (still behind him): I believe you were calculating the odds of successfully dodging a burst from my top-mounted quad-fifty...
Narrator: How Fritz can fail to notice the noise of a P-61 right behind him with engines turning, never mind the wind from the propellors, escapes me...

 

[carter]

Carter lifts off feeling the growl of his twin Rolls Royce engines. He clears the treeline and banks left heading for the Channel.

I'm coming, Sam, no matter how far or near you are. I'll rescue you or your dear mother, Lord rest her soul, will never forgive me. I wish Milo was with me but he's lost somewhere in this chaos. Nevertheless, I'm coming on a wing and a prayer. I may only have a Webley but it will see me through. Hold on, I'm coming. do dit dit do do do, do dit dit do do do...

 

[carter]

Rollo: Aston, Martin gear up. We're going after the Colonel. Let's requisition a bird quickly while the rest of this lot swoons over the blackout.
Kiljoy, can you fly us?
Laprat, we'll need some victuals. What can you rustle up on short notice?

 

[KilroyCD]

Lo Phat: Kil-loy aready take off after mistuh Carter. Maybe F/L "Pete" Moss can take you in the Dominie. It slow, but still get you there.