Difference between revisions of "Mutiny on the High Suburbs"

{{TB|Alright, hand over the booty! And by “booty,” I mean lunch money.}}

{{TB|But I don’t have any lunch money! And my mom says I shouldn’t show my booty to anyone except my doctor.}}

{{TB|Yaarrrr! A pirate doesn’t care for a scallywag’s excuses.}}

{{TB|Aye. The life of a pirate suits me. Pillagin’ and plunderin’ and the like.}}

{{THT|{{Task/Job|Make Pirate Nelson Loot the Kids’ Lunch Money|2 hours|[[Springfield Elementary]] or a [[Brown House]]}}<br>{{Task/JobMulti|Make {{TOCG|Youngster|Kids}} Hide Booty From Pirate Nelson|2 hours|[[Springfield Elementary]] or a [[Brown House]]|5}}|colspan=2}}

{{TB|Nelson! Did you steal the flamingoes from Mother’s yard?}}

{{TB|Steal? Nay. I PLUNDERED ‘em!}}

{{TB|{{*}}gasp{{*}} A maritime technicality! The bane of all principals. {{*}}sighs{{*}} You’re free to go.}}

{{TB|Where should my next hornswagglin’ be, ya scurvy seadogs?}}

{{TB|Shiver me timbers! I’ve never heard such good piratin’ from a landlubber.}}

{{TB|Who says I’m a landlubber? I’ve sailed the seven seas as long as any… At least virtually…}}

{{TB|My, my. I can see ye’re no average swilldrinker. Ye know, I’ve got an opening on my crew. Five doubloons a fortnight. What say ye?}}

{{TB|Sink me! That’s no small bounty.}}

{{TB|Yar. I’ll just need ye to show me that ye know how to handle yerself as a buccaneer.}}

{{TB|Aye. Fastest in the briny deep. You’ll start by swabbin' the deck.}}

{{TB|Yar, ye’ve got to start at the bottom and work yer way up.}}

{{TB|A few hours, if’n ye know what ye’re doing. Start at the bottom deck and work yer way up to the top. Proper swabbin’ order, that is.}}

{{TB|I’d rather be cleaved to the brisket.}}

{{TB|Well ye’ve got yer terminology down, that’s for sure. When ye’re done, go ahead and batten down the hatches.}}

{{TB|Be there a storm a-comin’?}}

{{TB|I’ve seen better swabbin’ jobs. But it’s only yer first day. I’m sure ye’ll stop bilge-sucking in no time.}}

{{TB|That’s it. I’m sick of your “yars” and “ahoys” and “hang ‘em from the yardarms”. This ship is mine now! {{*}}pushes Sea Captain overboard{{*}}}}

{{TB|And this here be the galley… And over there, that’s where I hang the jib.}}

{{TB|The dockmaster comes around collecting mooring fees. I’ll not be surrendering my copper to the likes of him!}}

{{TB|So you’re not worried about the Sea Captain coming to take his houseboat back?}}

{{TB|You’re really stretching for pirate terms you haven’t used yet.}}

{{TB|That’s not even what that means!}}

{{TB|Okay, fine. Gimme my ship back and I won’t tell your mom.}}