From: aaron@space.ualberta.ca (Alfvaen)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Narnia And Other Chronicles, Part 9 or so
Keywords: mad max the 2000 year old mouse
Date: 14 Apr 92 16:50:51 GMT
Organization: University Of Alberta, Edmonton Canada


Alfvaen is out in the meadow, having recovered from the momentary fit of  
madness that had him dancing around naked with all the rest of the  
Callahanians.  "In RL," he mutters to himself, "would I have done that,  
with hot babes like Didi and Kateri and Shonias around?  Nah.  But here?   
Without a second thought.  VR is weird."

Suddenly he remembers the other guest he'd invited to share DM's birthday.   
"He's late!  But why would he be late?  He's got a bleeding time machine!"   
Then he thinks back.  "But did I tell him the right date?  The right year?   
And what bloody time zone was he in?  Was he even on the Gregorian  
calendar?"

Then he hears a roar, from off in the distance.  "That must be him,"  
Alfvaen muttered.  He gauged the direction the sound was coming from, and  
ran quickly to intercept the guest before...

But too late.  He saw the dust cloud off in the distance, and the  
contraption moving at high speed in a direct beeline for DM.  "Dust?  This  
is a meadow, for Pete's sake!  What are they churning up dust from?"  But  
nonetheless, the speeding object sends out a cloud of dust behind it.

Other denizens of the meadow have now noticed it, and are pointing and  
shouting.  Most of them duck out of the way.  Alfvaen thinks momentarily  
that he's glad that Birith is in the bar eating potstickers, or the guest  
might get an unpleasant reception...

He finally get to DM in time to see the vehicle pass by, sending a huge  
gust of wind that nearly bowls them over.  The vehicle, a  
ramshackle-looking truck of some sort, bristling with weapons, screeches  
on the brakes, doing a bootlegger reverse and coming to a stop about a  
hundred meters from Alfvaen and DM.  They are both coughing and choking in  
the dust, but when it clears, they see the meadow untouched by the immense  
frictive forces that halted the truck.  They also see a large figure, a  
foot taller than DM--a large 3-dimensional cartoon-type mouse with a goofy  
grin, large black plastic goggles, and a rocket launcher slung over his  
shoulder.  He turns to Alfvaen and says, in a voice reminding everyone  
present of Mel Gibson, "It seems like I'm a bit late, Alfie.  But that's  
all right.  I always did like crashin' parties in the middle.  So this is  
the birthday boy?"  He pushed back his goggled, revealing huge  
cartoon-mouse eyes.  "Nice to meet ya, Danger Mouse, was it?  Hope you're  
havin' a happy birthday, etc.  Alfie here asked me to show up and provide  
you with some fireworks.  My name's Max.  Some folks like to call me 'Mad'  
Max."

Alfvaen grins.  "Don't be so modest, Max.  This here ain't no ordinary  
mouse.  He's..."  He takes a deep breath, and says in a stentorian voice,  
"MAD MAX THE 2000 YEAR OLD MOUSE!"

Max, startled by the sudden noise, reflexively fires off his rocket  
launcher.  A huge rocket flies up into the air, and explodes.  The  
fragments are of all different colours, and quickly coalesce in the  
recognizable for of Max, with the caption "MAD MAX THE 2000 YEAR OLD  
MOUSE".  Gasps of awe come from all present, and Max blushed modestly.   
"'Struth, it's nothing.  I've got better ones to come.  Just let me get  
set up, here..."  He leaps into the back of the truck, and quickly fiddles  
with the weaponry set up along the truck.

Two minutes later, he says, "Right, first volley going up!"  He flicks a  
switch, and a series of rockets go up from several launchers.  They fly up  
high into the sky and explode with loud bangs that almost make the meadow  
shake.  Two of them form into a huge birthday cake with multicolored icing  
and 24 candles.  The others form into a perfect image of Danger Mouse with  
an expression of surprise and delight on his face.

Max grins at the cheers from the crowd gathered.  "That was nothin'.   
Anyone got anythin' else they'd like to see?  I take requests."

--

---Alfvaen(a.k.a. Aaron V. Humphrey)
Canadian Network For Space Research, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
If you stand on your head, you will get footprints in your hair.
Current Album--The Rheostatics:Melville
 "They had big eyes, and they watched like spies..."
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