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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
BIKINI BRIGADE
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Chapter Fourteen
The convoy appeared over a low rise. It was a convoy of tumbrils.
They were made out of peanut brittle. Al and Wilma and Glenda and
Matilda and Polly rode in the lead tumbril. Peanuts pulled each tumbril
with long strands of licorice.
Matilda gazed out at the road of pop rocks ahead of them. They were
passing under fruit trees.
ÒMmmm! Cherries!Ó Al said. He reached up and plucked a cherry from
an overhanging branch as they passed. Matilda glowered at him.
ÒNow is no time for food, Al,Ó Matilda said.
ÒSorry,Ó Al replied. He quickly ate the cherry. Accidentally, he
swallowed the seed. ÒAck! Stop the convoy!Ó Al cried.
ÒWhatÕs the matter?Ó Matilda asked.
ÒI swallowed a seed!Ó Al said. He blinked. He gave his chest a small
pat. Then he appeared to be fine. Matilda jabbed her finger into AlÕs chest
and he flinched.
ÒThis convoy isnÕt stopping for anything, Al!Ó Matilda told the small
man. ÒNot to eat, not to sleep, and not to go to the bathroom!Ó
ÒBut-- what if I have to go?Ó Al asked.
ÒPMS Enterprises does not stop for anything!Ó Matilda said. Glenda,
gazing at the road ahead of them, nodded her agreement.
ÒYes,Ó Wilma concurred, also staring at the road ahead as they
quickly sped under more trees. ÒWeÕve no time. Those two girls are
running around loose somewhere up ahead and they might meet a Man!Ó
ÒA stranger!Ó Matilda said crossly to Al.
ÒPolly and Matilda to the Sultan!Ó Peanut Brittle Polly declared,
gazing with senile certainty out at the road ahead. The peanuts pulling the
tumbril ran faster, hearing her speak.
ÒPMS Enterprises!Ó Matilda said. She lifted her chin and struck a
pose sheÕd seen of Gereral Patton once, firm and resolute.
ÒOh, now that I think about it, I might actually have to go to the
bathroom!Ó Al whined. He gazed with newfound interest at the trees as
they passed.
I awoke. Light flooded into my eyes. It was red, tinged with blue, or
perhaps blue, tinged with red. I could not tell. The light over my head
seemed to shimmer and intermix even as I stared up at it. I felt a quiet,
gentle rocking. A small figure, with brown hair pulled into pigtails and
wearing a one-piece bathing suit, jumped on my belly.
Realizing, quite suddenly, that I was so full of cream I couldnÕt
breathe, I felt a rush of panic. Then the figure crouched over my mouth
and pressed her lips to mine. I threw up in her face. Cream cascaded from
inside my belly up onto her lips. I rolled onto my side and violently
retched.
When I came to again, I could breathe. There was a pool of creamy
vomit by my face. I sat up. I found I was sitting on an orange popsicle. I
looked around. The figure was there, in her one-piece. She stood on the
popsicle near my head. She grinned at me.
Weakly, I smiled back. She plopped down on her bottom and sat on
the orange surface of the popsicle, next to my head. It was a large
popsicle, big enough for my whole body to lie upon. Nearby, across a sea of
cream, I saw an ice cream sandwich floating. It was as big as a boat.
ÒHi! IÕm Pauline Praline,Ó the small girl in the one-piece said to me.
ÒYou saved my life,Ó I told her.
ÒIÕm a good swimmer,Ó Pauline said, casually. ÒI live out here.Ó
ÒWhere am I?Ó I asked.
ÒYouÕre on the Sea of Cream,Ó Pauline said. ÒMy own special realm. I
can have all the ice cream I want!Ó She spied an ice cream cone with
spreckles in it as it floated by on the waves. She reached out and grabbed
it. She handed it to me. ÒHere. Want it?Ó she asked. ÒYou can have all the
ice cream you want, too!Ó
ÒI think IÕve had enough cream just now, thanks,Ó I said. I patted my
belly. I drew in a breath and exhaled. I drew in another.
ÒI saw you fall from the sky,Ó Pauline said.
ÒOh!Ó I cried. I turned and looked again at the sea. I saw we were
near the shore. Along the shoreline were lollipops. I could just make out
bon bon trees, further down the shoreline.
ÒMy lollipop!Ó I cried. ÒMy flying lollipop! And my gun-- I must have
them! Did you see where they fell?Ó
ÒI saw you fall and several things fell with you,Ó Pauline said to me.
ÒDid you see another girl too?Ó I asked her quickly.
ÒYes! But she flew back to the Citadel,Ó Pauline said.
ÒWhew,Ó I breathed. ÒThatÕs good.Ó
ÒShe was trying to hurt you,Ó Pauline said.
ÒI know,Ó I replied. ÒBut I donÕt want her to drown. IÕm glad she
flew away, instead of falling into the sea, like I did. SheÕs under the spell
of Licorice Lad, though.Ó
ÒWhoÕs that?Ó Pauline asked me. I looked at her. I gazed into her
eyes, fearing perhaps some sort of trick. Did she not know who Licorice
Lad was? How could she not? But her eyes showed only innocence.
ÒUm, Licorice Lad is a very bad boy,Ó I said, steeling myself against
a possible attack. Everyone else seemed to love Licorice Lad. And they
seemed ready to die for him, too. But Pauline only sat on her bottom,
grabbing at her toes in complete innocence and smiling shyly at me.
ÒIf heÕs bad, my daddy will make him be good again,Ó Pauline said.
ÒYour daddy is a prisoner,Ó I told her. ÒOf Licorice Lad.Ó
ÒA prisÕner?Ó Pauline said.
ÒYes. HeÕs in the dungeon!Ó I said.
ÒMy daddy?Ó Pauline asked. Her eyes widened. ÒOh, BOO! HOO! I
donÕt want my daddy in the dungeon!Ó Pauline said, breaking into sobs.
ÒBOO! HOO!Ó
I patted the small girlÕs back. I felt sorry for her. But, secretly, I
felt happy. She was so small that Licorice Lad had overlooked her. She
was not under his spell. She had never even heard of Licorice Lad. I had a
new ally.
I waited until Pauline stopped crying. Then I took my hair, which had
dried in the gentle breeze wafting across the waves, and dried her tears.
ÒDonÕt worry,Ó I told Pauline. ÒWeÕre going to help your daddy. But
first we must find my flying lollipop and my gun, if we can. Are you good
at diving?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Pauline sniffled.
ÒGood,Ó I said. ÒLetÕs do a little swimming and see if we canÕt go
along the bottom. I think my things fell in toward shore. If the seabed is
shallow enough, we may find them lying down there. Or we may not.Ó
ÒOh, I go swimming down deep all the time, looking for pretty
shells,Ó Pauline told me. ÒAs long as itÕs not too deep.Ó
ÒWell, weÕre pretty close to shore,Ó I told her. ÒAnd then, you know
what? IÕm going to do something special.Ó
ÒReally?Ó Pauline asked. Her eyes gazed at me brightly.
ÒYes,Ó I said. ÒIÕm going to make you a member of the Bikini
Brigade!Ó
ÒYippeee!Ó Pauline said. She clapped her hands together happily. But
I could see that she had no idea what the ÔBikini BrigadeÕ was, or what
being a member of it would entail.
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