Another Vikki Tale
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#1: Another Vikki Tale Author: RachelLocation: Plotting in my lair PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 10:31 pm


Vikki strapped on her size 5 boots and stalked down the path towards her car (also known as “the tardis” due to it’s ability to pack in far more luggage than seemed possible - this was due actually to the fact that Vikki only required 3 square inches of space for herself, plus an extra 1 for luggage)

Once in the car, Vikki got out the blocks of wood that she kept for the very purpose of strapping to the pedals of the car, thereby allowing her to actually drive a real car. She turned the key, listened in satisfaction to the puttering of the engine, and slowly drove towards the motorway.

Part way to Scotland, Vikki had to stop and go back home to collect her bag. She was running out of petrol and had no money. She contemplated cutting off her hair and selling it for petrol money, but decided this only worked in stories. She stopped suddenly, realising she was in a story, so cut off all her hair and sold it for petrol money.

Arriving in Helensburgh, Vikki was somewhat confused as to where the flat she was seeking for could be. She could see it across the water, but upon hearing she would have to drive in the exact opposite direction, and keep going for about twenty miles, she decided people were having her on and decided to drive in a straight line.

After paying to get her car dragged back out of the Gare Loch, Vikki decided perhaps she would follow the directions she had been given. She drove and drove and drove, crawling along the narrow roads, squeaking as she met the manic bus coming in the other direction, paying no attention to the huge backlog of cars building up behind her as she drove at a steady 15 mph along the roads which the locals knew were safe to drive at 70mph.

Eventually Vikki arrived at the flat she was seeking. She jumped from her car, squeaking again as she fell into the pot hole in the car park. Sitting down and weeping bitterly, Vikki wondered how she would be able to get out of the pot hole, seeing as she was so small and the hole was so big.

Eventually Vikki escaped by pulling off her lime green and fuschia pink bootees and making them into a grappling hook with rope attached - she flung this up and fortunately it landed with a happy thuck noise in her tyres. Vikki rolled her eyes, trying for exasperation but looking more Ermintrude-ish than anything else, and hauled herself from the hole.

Vikki crept to the flight of stairs that led to the flat she was seeking. Staring up the stairs, Vikki felt a chill of fear come over her. The stairs were so high, so crumbled and breaking away - however could she safely navigate her way to the top? Deciding there was only one thing for it, Vikki knew the time had come to part with her most prized possession - a 1999 paperback copy of “School at the Chalet” she had purchased on eEbay for £538. Plus postage.

Scribbling a note, and popping it into a large envelope with her book, Vikki posted it in the red post box and sat down to wait. Her patience paid off when the postman walked up the path. With a grin, Vikki jumped into the turn up of his trousers and was carried up the stairs quickly. At the top of the stairs, she crept from her hiding place and waited as the postman rang the doorbell. Footsteps sounded behind the closed door, and as the door opened and the postman handed the package over, Vikki slipped inside the door.

“D’OH!” she muttered, noticing the cat flap she could have crawled through, saving herself the agony of parting with her favourite book.

RTW read the note and grinned.

“Here Vikki, Vikki, Vikki!” she crooned. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

“HA! I am here!” Vikki squeaked.

“Where?” asked RTW, turning round quickly, feeling something tiny attempt to beat up her ankles.

“Here!” announced Vikki once more, striking what in her own mind was a striking pose. RTW grinned down at her little friend, before opening the door and yelling for the postman to come back. Grabbing Vikki in one hand and the package in the other, RTW took the book from the package and stuffed Vikki inside the envelope.

Steve the postman peered in the doorway.

“Here,” said RTW. “Return to sender please.”

 


#2:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 10:36 pm


Great Rachel! Now Vikki! Feed your bunny and talk nicely to it please! We are waiting for the next round!

 


#3:  Author: Carolyn PLocation: Lancaster, England PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 10:40 pm


Ah, revenge drabbles...they just go on and on, turn and turn about, providing such fun for the rest of us!

Your turn Vikki!!! Twisted Evil

 


#4:  Author: patmacLocation: Yorkshire England PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 10:42 pm


I suppose Rachel feels safe, being at the other end of the country?

Go, Vikki! We're anticipating a duel to the death. Twisted Evil

 


#5:  Author: LianeLocation: Manchester England PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 10:48 pm


Laughing Rachel!

come on Vikki get your own back!

 


#6:  Author: SusanLocation: Carlisle PostPosted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 12:52 am


Now I know!

 


#7:  Author: Lisa_TLocation: Belfast PostPosted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 1:00 am


*snickers* Well, it took me a while to catch on, but ahhhhhh revenge drabbles *snickers*

Uh, do I want to know what precipitated this round?

 


#8:  Author: PatLocation: Doncaster PostPosted: Wed Apr 27, 2005 11:28 am


No Lisa, you don't!!!! Laughing

 




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