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Post by maggiethecat on Dec 28, 2008 15:27:22 GMT -5
Oh, well . . . apologies to Shmeep for hijacking a great new game thread with one silly comment. So, since we had some amusing posts, let's continue as long as the holiday spirit holds out.  I'll repost what has been done so far . . . and, as Jackie Gleason so famously used to say, "And away we go!" |
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Post by maggiethecat on Dec 28, 2008 15:29:46 GMT -5
Well . . . um . . . we could write our own. Terry was dead, to begin with, dead as a doornail . . . .The crime scene unit was called but everyone could see that there were suspicious footprints around the body. But they weren't footprints... Hoof-prints??? Merry Christmas everyone! |
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Post by maggiethecat on Dec 28, 2008 15:31:58 GMT -5
The crime scene unit was called but everyone could see that there were suspicious footprints around the body. But they weren't footprints... Hoof-prints??? "Hhhhmmmm" said Jim, "I surmise that he intentionally trampled himself to look like a hero." "Poppycock!" said Marty. |
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Post by maggiethecat on Dec 28, 2008 15:35:36 GMT -5
Okay, here's what we have so far, with apologies to Charles Dickens. I'll add the next line and we can take it from there . . . or not!  Terry was dead to begin with, dead as a doornail . . . .The crime scene unit was called but everyone could see that there were suspicious footprints around the body. But they weren't footprints. They were . . . hoof-prints? "Hmmm," said Jim. "I surmise that he intentionally trampled himself to look like a hero." "Poppycock!" said Marty. "Love that stuff," Karen said enthusiastically. "Not me," Fisk commented sourly. "Always gets stuck in my back teeth. Anyone know why an ex-cop would be hanging around a Bleecker Street alley dressed like Santa Claus? Dunbar, you worked with the guy. Anything to contribute?" |
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Post by Chris on Dec 28, 2008 21:46:03 GMT -5
Terry was dead to begin with, dead as a doornail . . . .
The crime scene unit was called but everyone could see that there were suspicious footprints around the body.
But they weren't footprints. They were . . . hoof-prints?
"Hmmm," said Jim. "I surmise that he intentionally trampled himself to look like a hero."
"Poppycock!" said Marty.
"Love that stuff," Karen said enthusiastically.
"Not me," Fisk commented sourly. "Always gets stuck in my back teeth. Anyone know why an ex-cop would be hanging around a Bleecker Street alley dressed like Santa Claus? Dunbar, you worked with the guy. Anything to contribute?"
"Did you say he was in a Santa's suit? With a white beard and all?? Are you sure there are no traces of a sleigh?"
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Post by maggiethecat on Dec 29, 2008 0:06:09 GMT -5
Terry was dead to begin with, dead as a doornail . . . .
The crime scene unit was called but everyone could see that there were suspicious footprints around the body.
But they weren't footprints. They were . . . hoof-prints?
"Hmmm," said Jim. "I surmise that he intentionally trampled himself to look like a hero."
"Poppycock!" said Marty.
"Love that stuff," Karen said enthusiastically.
"Not me," Fisk commented sourly. "Always gets stuck in my back teeth. Anyone know why an ex-cop would be hanging around a Bleecker Street alley dressed like Santa Claus? Dunbar, you worked with the guy. Anything to contribute?"
"Did you say he was in a Santa's suit? With a white beard and all?? Are you sure there are no traces of a sleigh?"
"Nah," said Tom Selway. "No sleigh, no bag of toys. Just a dead cop in red fleece jammies." He frowned and squinted at Terry's body. "I hate to say it, but what I'm lookin' at could be hoofprints . . . or pawprints."
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Post by Dreamfire on Dec 29, 2008 3:13:26 GMT -5
Terry was dead to begin with, dead as a doornail . . . .
The crime scene unit was called but everyone could see that there were suspicious footprints around the body.
But they weren't footprints. They were . . . hoof-prints?
"Hmmm," said Jim. "I surmise that he intentionally trampled himself to look like a hero."
"Poppycock!" said Marty.
"Love that stuff," Karen said enthusiastically.
"Not me," Fisk commented sourly. "Always gets stuck in my back teeth. Anyone know why an ex-cop would be hanging around a Bleecker Street alley dressed like Santa Claus? Dunbar, you worked with the guy. Anything to contribute?"
"Did you say he was in a Santa's suit? With a white beard and all?? Are you sure there are no traces of a sleigh?"
"Nah," said Tom Selway. "No sleigh, no bag of toys. Just a dead cop in red fleece jammies." He frowned and squinted at Terry's body. "I hate to say it, but what I'm lookin' at could be hoofprints . . . or pawprints."
"I can honestly say I've never seen Terry in a Santa Suit, but he did have a thing for easter," Jim felt uncomfortable bringing up such old information. "There was a time he would chat online on a board where the members... dressed up..."
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Post by maggiethecat on Dec 12, 2009 15:49:57 GMT -5
Terry was dead to begin with, dead as a doornail . . . .The crime scene unit was called but everyone could see that there were suspicious footprints around the body. But they weren't footprints. They were . . . hoof-prints? "Hmmm," said Jim. "Maybe he intentionally trampled himself to look like a hero." "Poppycock," Marty said disgustedly. "Love that stuff!" chirped Karen. "Not me," Fisk commented sourly. "Always gets stuck in my back teeth. Anyone know why an ex-cop would be hanging around a Bleecker Street alley dressed like Santa Claus? Dunbar, you worked with the guy. Anything to contribute?" "Did you say he was in a Santa's suit? With a white beard and all?? Are you sure there are no traces of a sleigh?" "Nah," said Tom Selway. "No sleigh, no bag of toys. Just a dead cop in red fleece jammies." He frowned and squinted at Terry's body. "I hate to say it, but what I'm lookin' at could be hoofprints . . . or pawprints." "I can honestly say I've never seen Terry in a Santa Suit, but he did have a thing for Easter," Jim said uneasily. "Resurrection and all that . . . and he used to chat online on a board where the members . . . you know . . . dressed up." [Oh, why not? Let's see where we can take this baby after a year! And yeah, I added more than one sentence to try for a jump start. So if anyone feels like contributing, I say add up to four sentences per turn.  ]"I'll call the ME," Karen said, taking out her cell. "Far as I can see, there's no weapon, no blood, no signs of a struggle." She bent down and peered closely at Terry's right hand, in which a large red-and-white striped candy was clutched in a death grip. "Nothin' under his nails far as I can see, which means a wash on the DNA. We don't have a clue as to who -- or what -- killed him until we do a "post." "Let's go back to the Eighth," Tom suggested. "Get a coupla lattes and thrash this out . . . " Jim Dunbar lifted his head. "Bells. I hear bells." "There's a Salvation Army guy with a kettle on the corner," said Marty. Jim puffed out his cheeks and made a disgusted sound. "Then let's do a canvass. Maybe the guy saw something."
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Post by mlm828 on Dec 13, 2009 1:45:58 GMT -5
Karma for the re-start! I'll add to it, as soon as I can think of something. |
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Post by rducasey on Dec 13, 2009 5:58:26 GMT -5
Terry was dead to begin with, dead as a doornail . . . .The crime scene unit was called but everyone could see that there were suspicious footprints around the body. But they weren't footprints. They were . . . hoof-prints? "Hmmm," said Jim. "Maybe he intentionally trampled himself to look like a hero." "Poppycock," Marty said disgustedly. "Love that stuff!" chirped Karen. "Not me," Fisk commented sourly. "Always gets stuck in my back teeth. Anyone know why an ex-cop would be hanging around a Bleecker Street alley dressed like Santa Claus? Dunbar, you worked with the guy. Anything to contribute?" "Did you say he was in a Santa's suit? With a white beard and all?? Are you sure there are no traces of a sleigh?" "Nah," said Tom Selway. "No sleigh, no bag of toys. Just a dead cop in red fleece jammies." He frowned and squinted at Terry's body. "I hate to say it, but what I'm lookin' at could be hoofprints . . . or pawprints." "I can honestly say I've never seen Terry in a Santa Suit, but he did have a thing for Easter," Jim said uneasily. "Resurrection and all that . . . and he used to chat online on a board where the members . . . you know . . . dressed up." [Oh, why not? Let's see where we can take this baby after a year! And yeah, I added more than one sentence to try for a jump start. So if anyone feels like contributing, I say add up to four sentences per turn. ]"I'll call the ME," Karen said, taking out her cell. "Far as I can see, there's no weapon, no blood, no signs of a struggle." She bent down and peered closely at Terry's right hand, in which a large red-and-white striped candy was clutched in a death grip. "Nothin' under his nails far as I can see, which means a wash on the DNA. We don't have a clue as to who -- or what -- killed him until we do a "post." "Let's go back to the Eighth," Tom suggested. "Get a coupla lattes and thrash this out . . . " Jim Dunbar lifted his head. "Bells. I hear bells." "There's a Salvation Army guy with a kettle on the corner," said Marty. Jim puffed out his cheeks and made a disgusted sound. "Then let's do a canvass. Maybe the guy saw something." Hours later back at the squad: "What's up boss," Karen said, after taking the candy cane out of her mouth. "Just came over the wire, there have been a whole string of these deaths, trambled Santa Claus's. The death toll started way up north and is moving down the East Coast. In the states there were two in Bangor, three in Boston, four in Providence and now the first one here in NY." So........................you're saying, we should expect more?" "Yes, and we have the opportunity to put an end to all this madness right here before he moves south." replied the Boss. "How about an under-cover Santa sting. I just happen to have a Santa Suit right in my locker and I have gone undercover before"...Jim beamed proudly. "yeah, and look how that worked out, you almost lost Hank". Marty smirked. "Not to bring up the past" said Tom. "And why would you 'just happen" to have a Santa Suit in your locker?....wait don't tell me, you and the Mrs. doing a dancing duet at Radio City this Christmas? "Funny, Marty" said Karen. |
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Post by mlm828 on Dec 14, 2009 22:02:33 GMT -5
"In your dreams, Marty," Jim snapped back. Marty and the squad didn't need to know he was going to be "Santa" for the blind kids at the Lighthouse, where he went through rehab.
"You know, Boss," said Tom, trying to get the image of Dancing Dunbars out of his head, "a Santa sting isn't such a bad idea."
"Yeah," Jim agreed eagerly, "I've even got some reindeer horns for Hank."
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Post by maggiethecat on Dec 17, 2009 14:37:48 GMT -5
While I'm trying to come up with a reply, mlm, karma for the Dancing Dunbars line. |
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