Haa haa!! LMAO Mickey!!!!! Call him dirty, just don't call him old!!!

Starbuck's naughty. He's not old, though.

Dirk'll never be old

i know! i know!

my mum isn't exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer it has to be said... but i think she was just remembering him from big brother...

but, yeah i have to say temp's right... dirk'll never be old.

NOTE: TO A-TEAM THREAD

GUYS

I've had enough. I'm sick of watching reruns, I'm re-uniting the A-Team.

I'm headin to Montana (the US one, not Ruby's one *sniggers*) and then I'm off to track down Dwight. Then I'm gonna get them in a room with BA and reunite the A-Team properly.

*starts up the Jazz* I've scammed myself a boat and I'm gonna sail over to Bristol *packs vom vessel* and scam myself the A-Team Van then I'm US bound. I'm taking Billy for 'insurance' *packs pooper scooper*.

Will some one record Spooks for me?

Toodleoo
TP
xx

umm.. spooks?

Spooks -somebody dies and their will be a crisis, Does that help?
xx
Temp.. US Bound ? you got Constipation?

POSTCARD FROM THE ATLANTIC:-

The van was bigger than I thought, so I scammed a place on a ship, I think it's called the Black Pearl or something. It's dark and it smells . It's a beautiful cruise ship. Kind of like the one in Judgement Day. I haven't had much time to use the vom vessel, they've had me scrubbing the decks since I got here, we've been partying non stop since I got here. Though all the partying has ruined the leopardskin dress and gold stilettos I was gonna try and woo Dirk with

My A-Team logoed digital watch seems to have gone walk-a-bout too. But sure not to worry, not like I needed it anyway Billy hasn't left Murdock's seat in the van since we boarded .

Anyhoo we should hit NYC in a few hours, so only a few more hours of work partying to go.

Glad you're all recording spooks for me.

TP
xx
PS What's a 'Cracken'?

Bloody hel! That's one awesomely fast boat you've got there!

Oh, and I'm not recording Spooks.

'Cause it's rubbish.

*ties a note to a carrier pigeon* Well we've arrived in NYC. The Captain's been very nice. He's organised a cell room with a lovely view of Manhattan in the distance. He says I've to wait here till they sort out the paperwork. Very nice of them really The downside is they need to hold onto the van till I'm sorted. Well sure worrying's for worrywarts. At least they got me here Some might say it was an awesomely fast ship we had, I just say it wasn't any normal ship...

*prays that Temp NOT had any 'cracken' activity* !!!!!

May have to figure out rescue plan Hmmm

a rescue plan.. hmmmm.

*thinks*

do we have a way to contact billy if he's still in the van? he's a clever dog, but would he be able to answer the van's phone do you reckon?

should i try to scam us transport? the spaceship again? someone else can fuel it... *raises eyebrow*

*picks up tin cup and rattles it against the bars on the window* My lovely stylish dress is ruined, my stiletto's are broken and I used the last of my red lippy to write the last postcard.

*premonition of Hannibal appears as if from no where* Kid if you don't get your butt outta here Hitch is gonna scam on of 'those' spacecrafts

*Temp sniggers* Dear God no, what do I do?

*Hannibal* Use my 'hide under the bed so the guard thinks you've mysteriously melted through the walls' trick.

Sure thing Hannibal.

Doesn't that only work if you've got Face in the next cell to be sarky at the guard?

true... *smuggles face into the prison via post (not the royal mail)

If she's got Face in the cell next door, she's never going to want to escape.

*If Temps in jail then really fears for cracken activity...*

.

Is that anything like the Kraken? 'Cause Kraken activity would be groovy.

And very scary, obviously.

Temp hides under the bed. The Guard gasps, 'she's melted through the walls!!'. He runs from the room. The apparition ( ) of Hannibal reappears and picks the lock for her. 'Thanks Hannibal' 'Here something for your journey'. He hands Temp a rucksack. 'There's Facebait, that can double up as Dwightbait, cigars to lure Dirk and Snickers Bars for Mr T.' 'Will these really work?' 'Who knows kid, I'm Hannibal's apparition not George Peppard's'. TP soon realises her mistake in tracking down the actors instead of the characters. D'oh!

She heads for the door but Hannibal calls her back and chucks a machine gun to her. 'You're giving me BABY?!!!' 'It's filled with blanks and will only last five minutes, after that it'll turn into a pumpkin'. 'Are you my fairy...' 'Don't go there kid, you know I only get offensive when I do those kind of jokes' *Temp scowls at Hannibal and runs from the room*

Just then a postman arrives and leaves a package addressed to Templeton Peck. Face bursts from the packaging. 'Nice to see you Colonel.

quote:

*If Temps in jail then really fears for cracken activity...*

quote:

Is that anything like the Kraken? 'Cause Kraken activity would be groovy.

And very scary, obviously. Smile

where is perseus when we need him?!

*gasps at temps dramatic escape, and can only hope the faceman was any help*

TELEPHONES THE A-TEAM THREAD BUT GETS THE ANSWERING MACHINE:-

Afternoon all. I've left my humble abode in Manhattan. Nice and all as it was and I've scammed a seat on a plane to Montana. The bad news is that the Black Pearl has set sail with the van and Billy. I'll miss that little mutt

Oh the seat I managed to scam was the pilot's BTW. I'm a little concerned about my lack of flying skills, but I've watched Murdock enough times. *concentrates* Wheels..Flaps...throttle...no..no...flaps..wheels throttle....no...no....its...flick a load of switches...throttle....flick some more switches...flaps...wheels...howl...

Anyhoo, I'll write from Montana.

TP xxx