The task was formidable. A blue-ribbon toy stuck many thousands (or maybe tens) of feet up in a dungeon of wood. It would take nothing short of miraculous intervention to free the prisoner.
Enter miraculous intervention.
With a task on their minds, four Nubblites assembled at the base of the prison. Joined by a common goal, failure wasn't an option on this day for the quartet...nor would it have to be.
Ugly Bastard, tonguegina, Mr. Blonde, and Orgazmo held a short conference of ideas before Blonde bounded up the tree. Like a squirrel, the Nubblite climbed, branch after branch, until he was feet from the frisbee.
With all of his might, the noble Nubblite shook nature's giant. The branches violently swayed back and forth...but, as the foursome had feared, the tree wasn't about to give in that easily.
Abandoning plan A, Blonde immediately set into action plan B: Tossing a football at the subject from high within the tree. Constantly being fed a Ball of Freedom by Ugly Bastard, tonguegina, and Orgazmo, Blonde continuously chopped away at the branches surrounding the hostage with tosses of might. Again, the captor wasn't about to release his prize, not with that amount of effort. The following was the result of our effort with the football:
It took a shaking more violent than anything ever before experienced to free the Tool of Freedom...but, after a bit of effort, it was liberated, falling to the ground with its tail between its legs. The subject remained captive.
The only thing left to do was attempt Plan C, the use of the Mighty Sexbear's Scepter of Liberation. Retrieved from the frozen tundra of the Northwest Territories many years ago, the Scepter had been kept locked away for a special occasion. This, my friends, is that occasion.
At first glance, the Scepter looks like nothing more than a 6' piece of PVC pipe with 4 straightened wire hangers attached to the end. Closer analysis, though, reveals that it is oh so much more. Not only does the scepter extend its user's arm by 12 feet, it temporarily empowers its holder with The Courage of the Sexbear.
Without hesitation, Orgazmo leapt into the tree to act as a middleman between the ground and the dangerous heights of the tree. The Scepter was gently handed up the tree from Ugly Bastard to Orgazmo before finally being relayed on to Blonde.
With the Scepter in hand, Blonde felt The Courage of The Sexbear course through his veins. Completely rejuvenated, Blonde skillfully maneuvered the tool until its hook wrapped around the prisoner.
It took a few forceful tugs, but the tree eventually gave in and The Courage of the quartet emerged victorious. As the subject fell to the ground, tongue quickly comforted it, letting it know that the days of playing prisoner were over. The Aerobie appreciated this comforting.
Ugly Bastard followed suit, comforting the badly beate frisbeebear elite.
And finally, The Champion Mr. Blonde emerged with Scepter in hand for an afternoon-defining photograph:
To those who doubted: Go fuck yourself. Anything is possible with a gathering of great minds (and tools of The Sexbear).
[ April 15, 2005, 05:31 PM: Message edited by: Orgazmo ]