New Ink Pitt--Absence of Doom pt. 1 of 4: “Belinda & the Ninja”
Belinda gasped. She was back at the Psychic Parlor of Doom! Had the attempt to rescue the kidnapped Trodemus from Mr. Peepers' Whitespace failed? Chief Blacktoes and his wife, Sunny, had used an Indian Transport Dance to get them there. Belinda was reunited with her Trodemus for a brief instant before Mr. Peepers said that she should, "Go Fatty, GO!" He then used his godlike power to return Belinda to the Psychic Parlor.
"That little geek Peepers better not harm my man! The nerve of him...calling me fat! I'm not fat...I'm pleasingly plump!" Belinda ranted to the empty house. She then wondered how Blacktoes, Sunny, the Potbellied Ninja, and the Dark Cat would fare against Peepers. She felt confident that they would find some way to defeat Peepers and return Trodemus home!
Belinda's hope wavered when the Potbellied Ninja appeared, holding a frightened Dark Cat in his arms.
"B-Belinda? What happen? Peepers made ninja sword disappear! I grab up Dark Cat and then I end up back here!!" Potbellied Ninja had gotten a glimpse of the naked Sunny Big Breasts and was a bit distracted. Peepers had made her stripper gear disappear at the same moment he had sent the Ninja and the Cat away.
"He sent you back, too? Now our only hope lies with Blacktoes, my man, and that... ahem...hussy, Sunny!" Belinda was hopeful. Hours passed as Belinda and the Potbellied Ninja sat in the living room of the Psychic Parlor, waiting for the return of their friends. Night fell, and they decided to retire to bed. The Ninja showed Belinda to Trodemus' bedroom. She walked in and did a little stretch that held the Ninja's attention.
Belinda knew he was watching despite being turned away from him. She quickly turned around and caught him eyeing her. She smiled sexily.
"Um...don't you have your own room?"
The Ninja struggled to find his words. "Oh...yes...I.it down the hall! I go now!"
"Wait," Belinda walked over to the Ninja. "Why do you talk that way?"
"What way?" The Ninja was confused.
"You're Asian, aren't you?" Belinda questioned.
The Potbellied Ninja bowed his head humbly. "Yes, I Japanese. I trained in the Martial Arts like many Japanese people. I use my skills to protect Master Trodemus, when he here."
Belinda shook her head in disbelief. "Wasn't sure if you were Asian...wasn't sure if you were real at all, with that Kung Fu stereotype you do."
The Ninja looked even more confused.
"Never mind. It's just that...I've never seen a...chubby ninja. Seems kinda American to me! I should know, because I'm not exactly a size 6!" Belinda twisted her mouth in frustration when she realized the Ninja seemed to have no idea what she was talking about!
"Well, off to bed I guess. Hopefully, I'll wake up to see my Troddie safe and sound in this bed with me! Good night, Ninja."
"Good night, Belinda-san. Oyasuminasai." The Ninja then walked out, closing the door behind him. He moved towards his bedroom down the hall, but he could not rest. It was his duty to serve and protect his master, Trodemus, and he would stop at nothing to find a way to rescue him! He walked into his room and meditated between eating raisin cakes. The Potbellied Ninja would need much fuel if he was to find an answer!
Finally, it occurred to him that perhaps Trodemus had something in the Psychic Parlor that could be of assistance. The Ninja had witnessed the fortune-telling powers of Doom in the past, and felt that perhaps he had a crystal ball or some other talisman that could contact him! He began to search the house, hoping Trodemus would forgive his intrusion into the more private areas such as the Study of Doom and the RestDoom (Trodemus' private bathroom). He searched everywhere, but turned up nothing of importance.
Exhausted, the Ninja collapsed against the wall between Trodemus' room and his own. He thumped against the wall once and slid his back down it into a seated position on the floor. He then lightly banged his head against the wall twice in frustration. There was a bright flash of light, and then the Ninja looked back to see that there was now an opening in the wall where he had rested! It was a doorway, and inside was a library full of books!
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, 2014 |
| The Ninja checks out Belinda! |
Belinda gasped. She was back at the Psychic Parlor of Doom! Had the attempt to rescue the kidnapped Trodemus from Mr. Peepers' Whitespace failed? Chief Blacktoes and his wife, Sunny, had used an Indian Transport Dance to get them there. Belinda was reunited with her Trodemus for a brief instant before Mr. Peepers said that she should, "Go Fatty, GO!" He then used his godlike power to return Belinda to the Psychic Parlor.
"That little geek Peepers better not harm my man! The nerve of him...calling me fat! I'm not fat...I'm pleasingly plump!" Belinda ranted to the empty house. She then wondered how Blacktoes, Sunny, the Potbellied Ninja, and the Dark Cat would fare against Peepers. She felt confident that they would find some way to defeat Peepers and return Trodemus home!
Belinda's hope wavered when the Potbellied Ninja appeared, holding a frightened Dark Cat in his arms.
"B-Belinda? What happen? Peepers made ninja sword disappear! I grab up Dark Cat and then I end up back here!!" Potbellied Ninja had gotten a glimpse of the naked Sunny Big Breasts and was a bit distracted. Peepers had made her stripper gear disappear at the same moment he had sent the Ninja and the Cat away.
"He sent you back, too? Now our only hope lies with Blacktoes, my man, and that... ahem...hussy, Sunny!" Belinda was hopeful. Hours passed as Belinda and the Potbellied Ninja sat in the living room of the Psychic Parlor, waiting for the return of their friends. Night fell, and they decided to retire to bed. The Ninja showed Belinda to Trodemus' bedroom. She walked in and did a little stretch that held the Ninja's attention.
Belinda knew he was watching despite being turned away from him. She quickly turned around and caught him eyeing her. She smiled sexily.
"Um...don't you have your own room?"
The Ninja struggled to find his words. "Oh...yes...I.it down the hall! I go now!"
"Wait," Belinda walked over to the Ninja. "Why do you talk that way?"
"What way?" The Ninja was confused.
"You're Asian, aren't you?" Belinda questioned.
The Potbellied Ninja bowed his head humbly. "Yes, I Japanese. I trained in the Martial Arts like many Japanese people. I use my skills to protect Master Trodemus, when he here."
Belinda shook her head in disbelief. "Wasn't sure if you were Asian...wasn't sure if you were real at all, with that Kung Fu stereotype you do."
The Ninja looked even more confused.
"Never mind. It's just that...I've never seen a...chubby ninja. Seems kinda American to me! I should know, because I'm not exactly a size 6!" Belinda twisted her mouth in frustration when she realized the Ninja seemed to have no idea what she was talking about!
"Well, off to bed I guess. Hopefully, I'll wake up to see my Troddie safe and sound in this bed with me! Good night, Ninja."
"Good night, Belinda-san. Oyasuminasai." The Ninja then walked out, closing the door behind him. He moved towards his bedroom down the hall, but he could not rest. It was his duty to serve and protect his master, Trodemus, and he would stop at nothing to find a way to rescue him! He walked into his room and meditated between eating raisin cakes. The Potbellied Ninja would need much fuel if he was to find an answer!
Finally, it occurred to him that perhaps Trodemus had something in the Psychic Parlor that could be of assistance. The Ninja had witnessed the fortune-telling powers of Doom in the past, and felt that perhaps he had a crystal ball or some other talisman that could contact him! He began to search the house, hoping Trodemus would forgive his intrusion into the more private areas such as the Study of Doom and the RestDoom (Trodemus' private bathroom). He searched everywhere, but turned up nothing of importance.
Exhausted, the Ninja collapsed against the wall between Trodemus' room and his own. He thumped against the wall once and slid his back down it into a seated position on the floor. He then lightly banged his head against the wall twice in frustration. There was a bright flash of light, and then the Ninja looked back to see that there was now an opening in the wall where he had rested! It was a doorway, and inside was a library full of books!
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