WWjD?

[housemouse]

What Would Jimmy Do?

Here's the rules.

A situation is described. You read the situation, and decide how our favorite blind detective would handle it. What happens next is determined by asking yourself the question "what would Jimmy do?" After we get bored with one set-up, because there have been a bunch of great answers, we'll put up a new one. If you have a set-up idea, post it. The first set up is a bit goofy because that is how I do things, but they don't all have to silly, they can be serious too. They also don't have to have to do with a crime, they can involve an interaction with a friend or a suspect, or wife, or even a certain German shepherd.



Jimmy and Christie are in Hawaii on a second honeymoon. They are at a luau getting ready to feast on roast pig. Suddenly one of the hula dances points his flaming stick at the crowd and tells everyone to put all their valuables in a large pillow case he has pulled out of his grass skirt. As Christie describes what is happening, Jim knows he must act. The question is, WWjD?

[rducasey]

OK Mouse, I'm game. I'll start.

housemouse said:

What Would Jimmy Do?

Jimmy and Christie are in Hawaii on a second honeymoon. They are at a luau getting ready to feast on roast pig. Suddenly one of the hula dances points his flaming stick at the crowd and tells everyone to put all their valuables in a large pillow case he has pulled out of his grass skirt. As Christie describes what is happening, Jim knows he must act. The question is, WWjD?

On the flight over to Hawaii, Christie had presented Jimmy with an anniversary gift- a new braille watch, with a built in police radio/walkie -talkie feature, to prevent him having to carry that big black phone thing when he has Hank to worry about and his messenger bag, etc. So while the thief is watching everyone fill the pillow case with their valuables, Jimmy pretends to be removing his watch while he makes a quick call to Hawaii 5-0 and his friend Steve McGarrett arrives with a whole swat team. Jimmy gets credit for "being the guy" and saving the day, once again!

[Colorado girl]

WWJD?

Jimmy and Christie are in Hawaii on a second honeymoon. They are at a luau getting ready to feast on roast pig. Suddenly one of the hula dances points his flaming stick at the crowd and tells everyone to put all their valuables in a large pillow case he has pulled out of his grass skirt. As Christie describes what is happening, Jim knows he must act. The question is, WWjD?

While all this is going down, Jimmy thinks,"I need some more time to figure this out.' He says to the hula dancer gone really bad, " Why let a good pig roast go to waste. Why don't we enjoy some meat before you rob. After all, you don't want to be on the run on an empty stomach." The thought brings the hula man back to his childhood and the wonderful pig roasts his mom used to have. He agrees to wait, but then realizes maybe that would just give the cops time to break up his little shin-dig. He reacts quickly, "No! don't distract me! I want all of it right here, right now!" Just those few seconds was enough for the blond dude looking like a Ken doll in his Hawaiian swim trunks to get a plan in motion. It was a good thing he had just finished his boogie board lesson and still had the boogie board with him. Christie, being totally in sync with him as this was their second honeymoon knew exactly what he was thinking. She whispered, 'Two o'clock". Just as smooth as butter, Jimmy turned in that direction, lifted the boogie board and threw it like a giant javelin. It soared and smacked the hula guy who was still distracted with thoughts of childhood, wishing he did not suffer from A.D.D. so bad and had remembered to take his meds this morning. The boogie board hit him right smack in the head knocking him out. All the people let out a victory cry. Jim then unfolded his cane, put one leg onto the unconscious hula man and stood with his leg and cane until the police came and took the man away. Every one stayed around and enjoyed the feast until the wee hours of the morning.

[Chris]

housemouse said:

What Would Jimmy Do?

Here's the rules.

A situation is described. You read the situation, and decide how our favorite blind detective would handle it. What happens next is determined by asking yourself the question "what would Jimmy do?" After we get bored with one set-up, because there have been a bunch of great answers, we'll put up a new one. If you have a set-up idea, post it. The first set up is a bit goofy because that is how I do things, but they don't all have to silly, they can be serious too. They also don't have to have to do with a crime, they can involve an interaction with a friend or a suspect, or wife, or even a certain German shepherd.

This is a fun game, karma!!!!!

Jimmy and Christie are in Hawaii on a second honeymoon. They are at a luau getting ready to feast on roast pig. Suddenly one of the hula dancers points his flaming stick at the crowd and tells everyone to put all their valuables in a large pillow case he has pulled out of his grass skirt. As Christie describes what is happening, Jim knows he must act. The question is, WWjD?

As they all walk up to put their valuables in the pillow case, Jim unfolds his cane. Christie, a bit worried by the whole situation, asks if he wants her to guide him, hoping that in doing so, she can prevent him from doing something stupid like when he got in that fight at the restaurant. Although she had to admit, she was quite flattered that he got in a fight, defending her.....

"No, I'll use my cane" Jim says. As he approaches the pillow case and the hula dancer he manages to place his cane between the dancer's legs. Suddenly he yanks the cane upward and smacks it into the thief's private parts.... Jim quickly moves forward and using the techniques he has practiced so often in the gym, overpowers him.
The thief lies whimpering on the ground subdued by Jim until the local police arrives and take him into custody.

Christie is very proud of her very own Blond Dude and much later, back at their hotel room, she whispers "You're my Man".....

Take care and keep smiling
Chris

[maggiethecat]

If I may be as "goofy" as Mighty Mouse here for a moment . . .

. . . in this case, Jimmy didn't have to do a thing. When the Maui Marauder approached the Dunbars requesting their valuables, Christie shrieked, "No way, Jose!" and promptly swung her Vuitton hobo bag at the man. The bag -- which, of course, she had gotten at a trunk show -- was loaded down with her everyday essentials: a complete Chanel make-up kit, a large glass flagon of Chanel #5, a spare pair of Manolo Blahnik black patent-leather slingbacks, a copy of the September issue of Vogue (the one that's an inch thick and weighs five pounds), her blackberry, her cell, and a copy of a manuscript she was editing for Smarmy Clay.

The bag weighed 47 pounds.

The man fell like a stone, face-down in a vat of poi.

"See?" Christie said with a smirk. "We fashionistas have our uses, too."

[krissie]

These have been great, and Maggie's going to get karma! Why? Because she reminded me so strongly of someone I used to know who always carried 'twenty-four essential skin care products' with her where ever she went.

Before you ask, no, I have absolutely no idea what the twenty-four were. Actually, I struggle to name that many products, essential or otherwise!

Krissie

[rducasey]

krissie said:

These have been great, and Maggie's going to get karma!
Krissie

I agree---Maggie gets the karma. Loved it.

[Katryna]

rducasey said:

krissie said:

These have been great, and Maggie's going to get karma!
Krissie

I agree---Maggie gets the karma. Loved it.

Add my name to the list...I loved it, Maggie. Here's some Karma from me as well!

[Deleted]

Manolos serve more purposes than just wearing them, dahlings!!! Karma to my fashion-sister!!! Let us toast, Vera!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[matilda]

It's a moving load of contents, this one ...

It's so tempting I think it deserves a new thread ...

Matilda

[inuvik]

Should we reactivate this game? How about this:

Jim is walking alone on the street. Hank is at the vet's, so Jim is having to use his cane. He hears footsteps behind him. Jim stops and so do the footsteps. As Jim continues, the footsteps begin again. WWJD? (and no gun on him, just to increase the challenge)

[maggiethecat]

inuvik said:

Should we reactivate this game? How about this:

Jim is walking alone on the street. Hank is at the vet's, so Jim is having to use his cane. He hears footsteps behind him. Jim stops and so do the footsteps. As Jim continues, the footsteps begin again. WWJD? (and no gun on him, just to increase the challenge)

I really like this one! I came over here to reactivate this game in a much sillier direction and found your idea (I haven't checked this thread in a while).

My idea was VERY silly. Yours would make the start of a great BJ Round Robin fic.

So what shall we do?

Thoughts, anyone?

[inuvik]

maggiethecat said:

inuvik said:

Should we reactivate this game? How about this:

Jim is walking alone on the street. Hank is at the vet's, so Jim is having to use his cane. He hears footsteps behind him. Jim stops and so do the footsteps. As Jim continues, the footsteps begin again. WWJD? (and no gun on him, just to increase the challenge)

I really like this one! I came over here to reactivate this game in a much sillier direction and found your idea (I haven't checked this thread in a while).

My idea was VERY silly. Yours would make the start of a great BJ Round Robin fic.

So what shall we do?

Thoughts, anyone?

I would love someone to answer this, of course. It's why I posted it!

Someone want to try???

[maggiethecat]

Okay.

Jim continued to walk down the sidewalk, testing out his theory that someone was definitely following him. He stopped. They stopped. He walked on. They walked on.

Finally, in frustration, he whirled and rapped out, "Russo, is that you?"

Silence . . . then a low chuckle.

"Tom?" Jim said incredulously. "What the hell?"

"Aah, damn," Tom Selway muttered. "I had a bet with Marty you wouldn't know it was me."

"Are you kidding?" Jim replied. "Who else wears that lousy cologne -- smells like a combination of Old Spice and old socks."

"You win," Tom said, embarrassed.

"Yeah," Jim said sourly. "And you owe me a beer . . . or three."

[Dreamfire]

Jim is walking alone on the street. Hank is at the vet's, so Jim is having to use his cane. He hears footsteps behind him. Jim stops and so do the footsteps. As Jim continues, the footsteps begin again. WWJD?

"You'll never know when I'm watching you." The voice of Max Jones, husband of murderer Mary Jones rang in Jim's memory. But Jim had refused to be concerned. Then.

Even pausing and feeling his tracker just a few feet behind him, he couldn't find a trace of scent that might give his a clue as to the identity. The steps were heavy, a man's, the breath was steady, but had a rasp in it as if the follower were a smoker. It could be the perp's husband but Jim just didn't feel sure.

At the sound of the neon lights buzzing, Jim turned into the 24 hour grocery store on his left. He needed some tomato juice anyhow and perhaps when he came out there would be no mysterious steps.

Unfortunately, Jim's friend WanHo who normally staffed the store this late at night wasn't there and Jim felt uncomfortable asking the young lady behind the counter if she would take a look outside and see if anyone was waiting for him.

Gathering his tomato juice, the one with extra chilli, and some crisps he had purchased, Jim squared his shoulders and took the steps back to the pavement. Immediately his ears picked up the copycat steps behind him. He stopped, they stopped. He started up again, they started up again. Jim considered calling Karen, but discarded that idea almost immediately.

He turned the corner and for a moment thought his lurker had abandoned him but there they were, only a few steps behind him and unmistakable. He was a mere two buildings from his appartment and he considered leading the stalker into his home where he could lure the man in and have the advantage of knowing the layout of the space.

But he didn't want a stranger in his home, Christie might be there and he needed to handle this before it got to his appartment.

By the echo's around him, Jim was one building away from home. He paused, remembering the position of doorway of the first block. He turned into the block, tucked his cane into the crook of his elbow and pretended to pull out his keys. All his senses were on high alert as he quietly twisted the lid off the tomato juice jar.

He heard a crunch as the lurker stepped closer. Jim swung to his right, his cane slapped into the body of the stalker and Jim threw the contents of the juice jar straight up and out.

The man screamed a gutteral sound as tomato and chilli juice splashed his face and burned his eyes. He reached out blindly to Jim, grabbling at the white cane and hollering in pain. "My eyes, you've burned my eyes!"

Jim reached up the length of his cane and grabbed the man's hands in his. He twisted visciouslyand brought the lurker to his knees, still hollering. With another twist he took the man from his knees to his back and landed firmly on his back. Cuffs were next. This way he could restrain him with one hand while he reached for the cell phone with the other.

Karen and the squad car arrived at the same time. Jim was rewarded with laughter from both the uniforms and his partner as they picked up a crying spluttering Max Jones and shoved him into the back of the squad car.

"So, you need a lift?" Karen asked, looking up at the next appartment building where Jim lived.

"No, but there's some tomato juice left if you want to come up for Bloody Mary's?"