challenge requirements:
Setting: under the sea
Stars: DAAS
Words: mermaid, sunken ship, toilet, useful, knowledgeable, encyclopedia
Phrases: shot himself in the foot
Year: 3000
It was the year 3000, the Doug Anthony Allstars were still trapped under the sea on the Titanic museum. For some unknown reason time didn’t seem to be relevant, as they all looked exactly the same as when they were first sent down on this submarine years and years ago.
“Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiim!”
Paul called out as he walked out of his room. Tim shouted back from where he was laying in bed watching television.
“Whaaaaaaaat?”
Paul walked over and stood next to the bed.
“I’m bored.”
“Come and watch Jurassic Park with me then.”
Paul lay down on the bed next to Tim. He tried to concentrate on the movie, but found it rather boring. The best he could figure out was there was a really big dinosaur wandering around eating people. He looked sideways at Tim, who was fully engrossed in the film. Paul smirked as a wicked idea came to him.
Tim was trying to concentrate on the movie when he felt a hand sliding along his thigh. He turned to look at Paul, but he was just staring blankly at the television.
“Paul cut it out.”
“Sshhhh, I’m watching the movie.”
Tim turned his gaze back to the television but couldn’t concentrate on it very well anymore, particularly when Paul’s hand was sliding further and further up his leg.
“Hey guys!”
Paul quickly pulled his hand away from Tim as he heard Rich come into the room. Paul and Tim exchanged a look and Paul winked, sending a shiver down Tim’s spine. Paul then sat up and looked over at Rich.
“Where have you been Richie?”
“I had to go to the toilet.”
“Well thanks for that bit of useful information. You want to come and watch Jurassic Park with us?”
“No, I think I’m going to look for mermaids.”
Tim looked up.
“Look for what?”
“Mermaids. Look them up in the ocean encyclopedia.”
“I can’t be bothered.”
“Well ask Paul, he’s the knowledgeable one. I’ll be wandering around down below looking for mermaids.”
Rich went to leave but Paul jumped up.
“Hey Rich wait a minute!”
Paul ran into his room and returned seconds later with a gun. He handed it to Rich.
“Here you go. If you see any sharks, shoot them.”
“Paul I can’t use a gun.”
“It’s easy, just aim this end at the shark and pull the trigger.”
“Well alright.”
Still looking nervous, Rich put the gun in his belt and wandered off. Paul turned back to Tim, who was still lying on the bed. He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Now where were we Timmy?”
Tim reached up and grabbed Paul pulling him down onto the bed. Their mouths were just inches apart when suddenly a gun shot rang out, followed by a loud girlie scream. Tim sat up.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Rich probably shot himself in the foot.”
“You shouldn’t have given him that gun. We should probably go check on him.”
Paul smiled and pulled Tim back down onto the bed.
“Oh I’m sure he’ll be fine.”
Tim returned the smile and leant down and kissed Paul as the sounds of Rich screaming like a girl echoed throughout the sunken ship.
