Part 36: Mission Inflatable (Part 1)

Mar 08, 2008


The name's Threepwood.




Ace Threepwood.




Pirate, Acrobat, Ghostbuster, Philanthropist, Space Adventurer, Love Machine...




Master of stealth.




My mission: To infiltrate the super secret underground lair of the ghost pirates for the world saving root.




Oh man, this is so badass.




I wonder if there's any hot spectral brides showering around here...




I could totally stand there all invisible and they'd totally be naked. Awesome.




Little radioactive chickens! I want it I want it I want it!









I love little glowing chickens!




But little glowing piglets? You are sick!




There are no hot spectral brides down here. There are no hot spectral brides at all!




I demand a refund!




Now where was I?




Ah yes, my incredibly brave manly masculine testosterone fueled manly man man mission and just my general overall brillia...




AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!




No! I must follow my trail back in and face him!




I have the perfect plan!




No. A vicious mauling with a staple remover is unbecomming of the likes of Ace Threepwood.




Oh hey a key, those are always useful.




Nyanyanyanyanyaaanyaaaa, you can't see me, suck it dickbag.




[A girlish squeal undetectable to the naked ghost-ear]






Oh thankyou merciful Jesus.




Maybe if I edge very slowly towards it I won't disturb him...








-four hours later-







What is so damn interesting out of that fucking window anyway?




FUCK!




What I wouldn't give for a banana-picker right now.




Magnetic compass, eh?




It's floating in mid-air! It's a GHOST KEY!




Oh... Right...




Alright, that was a close one, but we've acquired a key. Now let's get the hell out of here before he figures it out.




Oh hell, one more for the road.








I wanna play with those adorable hellchickens some more!




But wait just a minute here, what's this!




BOOZE!




Come here old friend, we've got a lot of catching up to do!




Oh you will pay for this.