A Plan To Catch A Phantom (repost)

As the action moved to the Roof top garden, some followers may have gotten lost. Suffice it to say..the gang got caught by surprise...a pie surprise...that Phantom is clever!..............................................

Mrs H. stayed on the stairs through the pie onslought. She had paused to catch her breath, her wiry grey hair had begun to escape its bun, and her multiple pairs of spectacle had twisted around. Whew.

This Phantom is a devil! Up and Down and Up and Down. I think he is trying to wear me out. She clutched purse tighter.

As the rest of the gang helped clean up the mess, she formulated a plan...just what to do....just what to do.

Old Mr. H never settled for chasing...he trapped. Maybe she had to be more aggressive again. She had enough people. Just a few more would do, she thought.

She pulled a tiny blue notebook filled with postits from her pocket in the servicable tweed trousers. Hmm lets review. Grabbing a pencil from behind her ear, she began to make little check marks next to items she had jotted down.

Okay kids...meet me downstairs...we have planning to do. And she whirled about, trying to avoid the remaining pie filling on the stairs. One by one the gang followed The tiny Phantom Hunter back down the stairs.

Well, lets see here. Mrs H had made it safely down the many flights of stairs in the Big Dominion House.

Ragnar had gallantly offered his arm just in case they had missed any pie filling. Sword had picked up her satchel. Leaped and SunAeryn had gathered together most of the weaponry. TickTick had most of the rest, including the proto type cream puff launcher appropriated from the General.

The Gang spilled in to the cheery sitting room the Phantom Hunter had been using in her visit. Wow, nice room, Mrs. H.

Yes it is. In2scifi put it aside for me, fresh flowers too. She gestured toward the crystal vase overflowing with cut flowers.

She now sat on one of the many comfortable chintz covered sofas in the little sitting room off the main lobby. A low fire glowed in the stone fireplace behind a brass edged fire screen. As it had gotten a bit chilly lately, Mrs H. was glad for the warmth thrown off the sparking and crackily logs, and the bit of quiet needed to formulate the plan.

Ok come in, come in. The gang sat in chairs and on the carpet in front of Mrs. H.

Out there, look. Mrs. H gestured to the large Palladian window tha overlooked the practice fields behind the great stone house. Down below, Anni, in her puffy shirt and still bebooted, was talking to Chiana, busily riding her horse in a great circle and to Rain N Sun who had been catching frogs and putting them in a large RED bucket.

Go ahead. Ragnar leaned in, tilting his Viking hat forward. and TickTick's pointy shoes curled even more.

I'm with you. Leaped picked his head up off the pillow on the floor where he had thrown himself when first arriving.

We are going to lure the Phantom out. Something he can't resist. Enough of this chasing! We need to get him where we can catch him.

What! Huh! Us sing? opera? What does she mean? Were gonna Sing? Ticktick didn't look happy, she reached for her brownies.

No, no. no. Mrs. H laughed. They are. Mrs H pointed at Aeryn Space who was busy in the corner writing a story, and Officer Sun still in her tutu fom ballet class, two more of the Sun clan enlisted to creat the diverson.

Or at least pretend to, like in a play. While the phantom is watching the Opera we can jump him! Sword liked the idea of more swashbuckling. leaped covered his head in the pillow.

Mrs. H stood up, eyes flashing. If any one has a better plan, I'd like to hear it!

The gang hushed. They looked at each other all trying to add something to the plan.

As discussions of trapping the Phantom progressed, SWORD and leaped sat sipping the herbal tea given to them by Mrs. H. in order to counteract the lotus effect of the Phantom Pie Mine. Had she stepped in a moment later, the poor boys would have eaten themselve into oblivion. Eventually, the Phantom would have sent in his Umpa-Lumpas to take the round boys away for processing.

"But we want coffee..." they whined. No, no. They would have to drink this tea. They had since calmed and had become the adoring grandsons she knew they could be. "Yes, boys, that is much better. Wipe your chin, leaped."

"Thank you, Nonna," they chimed in unison. Leaped used a napkin and demonstrated such wonderful manners.

"...and we should charge him with a shield wall!" Ragnar continued. "A good fire is always effective at a siege..."

"Ragnar," SunAeryn cut in, "we can't burn down Dominion house to catch the Phantom. True, he/she/it/what/when/where would no longer be haunting Dominion house BUT THAT WOULD BE BECAUSE THERE WOULD NO LONGER BE A DOMINION HOUSE!!!!"

"...which would force the Phantom to hide in the grotto, where would catch the evil..."

"Just so long as you don't make me sing," TickTick informs them. "I have to save my voice."

"But Ticker, we could arrange sleep bombs in glass jars. You could hit a high note, shatter the jars, and knock the Phantom right out," SunAeryn begins to brainstorm.

"...and then I could put the villian on the rack and begin the questioning..."

"Children," Mrs. H. hushes them, "we must concentrate on the false production. This is the bait to lure the Phantom out of hiding."

SWORD stands up from where he had been sitting, working on some leather construction project.

He puts the leather object on his face, which proves to be a mask with a large nose, his own mustache, goatee, and jaw visible underneath the large, long pointed nose.

The burly viking grabs SWORD by the shoulders, lifts him off the ground, and begins to shake him.

"Un..hand..me..you..brute..." SWORD says with a jerky voice from all of the vibrations. "...I'm...no...Phantom..."

"Oh yeah," Ragnar says through a bearded snarl, "then what's with the mask?"

"...he becomes another character in a movie or something," TickTick finishes. "Okay, SWORD, humor us. What is Scaramouche?"

Removing himself from Ragnar's grasp, SWORD begins moving about. "Oh... Scaramouche is a rogue, a hero,... a fool..."

"...and this fool part is supposed be different from your regular personality in what way?" leaped asks.

"He fights," SWORD demonstrates comic fencing, "...he charms..." he tries to kiss SunAeryn on the hand but instead pokes her in the arm with his huge nose, "...and he creates chaos..." he pulls out a pie and throws it at Ragnar.

Ragnar goes berserk and begins chasing SWORD, who runs and dodges behind a curtain.


	The Archives A Plan To Catch A Phantom (repost) Phantom_Hunter As the action moved to the Roof top garden, some followers may have gotten lost. Suffice it to say..the gang got caught by surprise...a pie surprise...that Phantom is clever!.............................................. *************************************************** Mrs H. stayed on the stairs through the pie onslought. She had paused to catch her breath, her wiry grey hair had begun to escape its bun, and her multiple pairs of spectacle had twisted around. Whew. This Phantom is a devil! Up and Down and Up and Down. I think he is trying to wear me out. She clutched purse tighter. As the rest of the gang helped clean up the mess, she formulated a plan...just what to do....just what to do. Old Mr. H never settled for chasing...he trapped. Maybe she had to be more aggressive again. She had enough people. Just a few more would do, she thought. She pulled a tiny blue notebook filled with postits from her pocket in the servicable tweed trousers. Hmm lets review. Grabbing a pencil from behind her ear, she began to make little check marks next to items she had jotted down. Yes, yes, that just might do....Hmm. Okay kids...meet me downstairs...we have planning to do. And she whirled about, trying to avoid the remaining pie filling on the stairs. One by one the gang followed The tiny Phantom Hunter back down the stairs. in2d3 -- Trap me if you can... but the walls have ears. Signed, The Phantom of Farscape Phantom Hunter -- La Scala? Well, lets see here. Mrs H had made it safely down the many flights of stairs in the Big Dominion House. Ragnar had gallantly offered his arm just in case they had missed any pie filling. Sword had picked up her satchel. Leaped and SunAeryn had gathered together most of the weaponry. TickTick had most of the rest, including the proto type cream puff launcher appropriated from the General. OK, think we got everything. Can't believe pie launchers can get so heavy. The Gang spilled in to the cheery sitting room the Phantom Hunter had been using in her visit. Wow, nice room, Mrs. H. Yes it is. In2scifi put it aside for me, fresh flowers too. She gestured toward the crystal vase overflowing with cut flowers. She now sat on one of the many comfortable chintz covered sofas in the little sitting room off the main lobby. A low fire glowed in the stone fireplace behind a brass edged fire screen. As it had gotten a bit chilly lately, Mrs H. was glad for the warmth thrown off the sparking and crackily logs, and the bit of quiet needed to formulate the plan. Ok come in, come in. The gang sat in chairs and on the carpet in front of Mrs. H. Hey, where is Anni? SunAeryn looked for their missing compadre. Out there, look. Mrs. H gestured to the large Palladian window tha overlooked the practice fields behind the great stone house. Down below, Anni, in her puffy shirt and still bebooted, was talking to Chiana, busily riding her horse in a great circle and to Rain N Sun who had been catching frogs and putting them in a large RED bucket. We might need some help,for my plan to work...lookouts and such. Yea, Mrs. H.? Sword looked curious,his mustache twitched. Go ahead. Ragnar leaned in, tilting his Viking hat forward. and TickTick's pointy shoes curled even more. I'm with you. Leaped picked his head up off the pillow on the floor where he had thrown himself when first arriving. We are going to lure the Phantom out. Something he can't resist. Enough of this chasing! We need to get him where we can catch him. We are inviting the Phantom to our Opera! Ragnar perked up. What! Huh! Us sing? opera? What does she mean? Were gonna Sing? Ticktick didn't look happy, she reached for her brownies. No, no. no. Mrs. H laughed. They are. Mrs H pointed at Aeryn Space who was busy in the corner writing a story, and Officer Sun still in her tutu fom ballet class, two more of the Sun clan enlisted to creat the diverson. Or at least pretend to, like in a play. While the phantom is watching the Opera we can jump him! Sword liked the idea of more swashbuckling. leaped covered his head in the pillow. Well, I don't know,. maybe.. No You think... well gosh. Mrs. H stood up, eyes flashing. If any one has a better plan, I'd like to hear it! The gang hushed. They looked at each other all trying to add something to the plan. Well maybe if we.... SWORDandMUG -- A star is born** As discussions of trapping the Phantom progressed, SWORD and leaped sat sipping the herbal tea given to them by Mrs. H. in order to counteract the lotus effect of the Phantom Pie Mine. Had she stepped in a moment later, the poor boys would have eaten themselve into oblivion. Eventually, the Phantom would have sent in his Umpa-Lumpas to take the round boys away for processing. "But we want coffee..." they whined. No, no. They would have to drink this tea. They had since calmed and had become the adoring grandsons she knew they could be. "Yes, boys, that is much better. Wipe your chin, leaped." "Thank you, Nonna," they chimed in unison. Leaped used a napkin and demonstrated such wonderful manners. "...and we should charge him with a shield wall!" Ragnar continued. "A good fire is always effective at a siege..." "Ragnar," SunAeryn cut in, "we can't burn down Dominion house to catch the Phantom. True, he/she/it/what/when/where would no longer be haunting Dominion house BUT THAT WOULD BE BECAUSE THERE WOULD NO LONGER BE A DOMINION HOUSE!!!!" "...which would force the Phantom to hide in the grotto, where would catch the evil..." "Just so long as you don't make me sing," TickTick informs them. "I have to save my voice." "But Ticker, we could arrange sleep bombs in glass jars. You could hit a high note, shatter the jars, and knock the Phantom right out," SunAeryn begins to brainstorm. "...and then I could put the villian on the rack and begin the questioning..." "Ragnar's going Durka on us," leaped says between sips. "Children," Mrs. H. hushes them, "we must concentrate on the false production. This is the bait to lure the Phantom out of hiding." SWORD stands up from where he had been sitting, working on some leather construction project. "I love the theater!" he says with overenthusiasm, "it is in my blood." He puts the leather object on his face, which proves to be a mask with a large nose, his own mustache, goatee, and jaw visible underneath the large, long pointed nose. "Hey!" Ragnar says jumping to his feet, "That mask! He's the Phantom!" The burly viking grabs SWORD by the shoulders, lifts him off the ground, and begins to shake him. "Un..hand..me..you..brute..." SWORD says with a jerky voice from all of the vibrations. "...I'm...no...Phantom..." "Oh yeah," Ragnar says through a bearded snarl, "then what's with the mask?" "Why, I'm Scaramouche!" "Good grief," TickTick says, "he's hallucinating again..." "So each time he hallucinates...?" SunAeryn begins to ask. "...he becomes another character in a movie or something," TickTick finishes. "Okay, SWORD, humor us. What is Scaramouche?" Removing himself from Ragnar's grasp, SWORD begins moving about. "Oh... Scaramouche is a rogue, a hero,... a fool..." "...and this fool part is supposed be different from your regular personality in what way?" leaped asks. "And what does he do?" SunAeryn asks. "He fights," SWORD demonstrates comic fencing, "...he charms..." he tries to kiss SunAeryn on the hand but instead pokes her in the arm with his huge nose, "...and he creates chaos..." he pulls out a pie and throws it at Ragnar. Ragnar goes berserk and begins chasing SWORD, who runs and dodges behind a curtain. "...hmmmm..." TickTick ponders. "Maybe we can use this..." :-{>