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"Dog Missing" Grieving owner interviewed....(A Round Robin Started by Michy-missing her pooch!)
LOLOL! Oh MY! Poor Porthos! LOL! O.K. Let's see what I can come up w/ here... -- Lost and Spacie..., 08:10:04 11/20/01 Tue Meanwhile.... we see the fleeting white tip of a tail turn into the the communication officers quarters (WHAT IS HER NAME???). Ever so quietly, Porthos searched for the "translator" and made off w/ it down the hallway. He quickly made his way to his secret hiding place, and settled in for what he was anticipating to be a long night. In front of him lay dozens of papers containing what appeared to be notes. Doggie notes. He had been taking them for some time and now he was ready. READY to....... -- Luoodles, 08:14:28 11/20/01 Tue Whoooops! NOT Luoodles! -- Lost and Spacie (having identity crisis!), 08:16:03 11/20/01 Tue 
Porthos felt the "urge", but fought it. This papers were just too important. He panted as he worked. "Where is the blasted key"? he wondered. Archer would help him, but he was offship. He didn't know who to turn to....T'pol, no, not right for this. Maybe Trip or that English guy, whose name elludes me, could be -no, not them. They wouldn't understand. He racked his small, doggie brain trying to think what to do..."What to do? he thought. Then brilliant idea popped into his head! Whoops, that was not approriate for a PG-ish doggie brain....back to the drawing board!!!! -- Frances aka Jackie Collins, 09:29:33 11/20/01 Tue Beagle eyes upon her! It was that mut of the Captains. What was he doing in her quarters she wondered when suddently Porthos held the translater to his doggie lips and began to SPEAK! "O.K., here's the deal, Smiley. You humanoids were our pets back on Plant Beagledogula. I'm here to take over the ship!" -- Luoodles take it away Frances er.. Jackie! lol! Someone needs to take this a way, THAT's for sure!, 11:13:34 11/21/01 Wed Oh CRUD! Lost and Spacie! Lost and Spacie! NOT Luoodles... SIgh... -- LOST AND SPACIE!!!!, 11:17:11 11/21/01 Wed O.K. Wait, wait, wait.... Are you saying that the Vulcan woman and the beagle have a "thing" for each other???? No no no no no.......Let's not go there.... LOLOL! Oh MY! -- Lost and Spacie getting a bit WORRIED about Frances! LOLOLL!!!, 23:01:58 11/24/01 Sat Porthos and TPol raced down the hallway. They turned a corner and came face to face with..... the end of the hallway. "I TOLD you to stop and ask directions!" hissed Tpol. Porthos sheepishly pulled out his map and began studying it. TPol snatched it away, turning it 90 degrees and giving him a black look, she handed it back to him. -- Lost and Spacie truly lost on this one. Night all. GACKKK!!! SPPPIIDER!!! SPIDER ON THE WLLL bessiide me!!!!!!!!AAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!, 23:07:42 11/24/01 Sat Ummm... you'll be happy to know the spider on the wall beside me is now a "good" spider. (good spider = dead spider) -- Little Miss Muffet Spacie, 23:09:58 11/24/01 Sat Finally he sighed and handed the map back. "This map leads nowhere. I'm tired. If I go back right now, I can con John boy out of another piece of cheese! See ya!" and with that, Porthos of the Planet Beagledogula trotted off. T'Pol was left in the hallway, holding the map. Absently she looked at it more closely, then w/ a huff threw it to the floor and stode off. The "map" fell to the floor. Across the top were the words, Blue's Clue's Treasure Map. It was that Luoodle woman's children! Loose on the ship again!!!! Would the EVER learn to put away their toys! THE END! -- Luoodles putting this puppy out of it's misery. Say thank you, Michy! LOL! Frances, we'll try again later. Tuoodles!, 15:02:17 11/25/01 Sun