The Captain's Cabana on Crystal Sand Beach (Rent to Own!)

[Captain N.E. Gator]

...and stepping out the other end of the glowing green portal the Captain arrives at his long-neglected cabana on Crystal Sand Beach. Walking up to the door, he notices that he left it unlocked... and open! The floor is littered with empty rum bottles and empty Cheese Curl wrappers.

"You know, that's the last time I let Cloney crash here."

Divesting himself of his stinky garments, the Captain heads straight for the shower. It seems to take forever for the water to heat up, but when it finally does, he proceeds to clean himself thoroughly. Drying off, he heads for his bedroom, and notes that he left some clean clothing in the closet. Choosing a spiffy white pirate shirt and some black breeches, he slaps on some cologne so he smells nice. After putting on the clothing, he finds a bottle of water in the cooler and heads outside.

He sits down on the beach, sipping water, wondering where his ship went.

"Well now I need a ship... well, after I clean the cabana up. But first, entertainment!"

He goes back to the cabana and pulls out some fireworks. Going back to the beach, he sets them off, and watches as they go off high into the night sky, illuminating in space.

"I always liked fireworks. Though I wonder if anyone else can see them?"

[Mouse]

Mouse's Log. Stardate: Tuesday night.
Project: N.G. has gone inta' a state'a commencement. Subject aint hadda drink in somethin' like sixteen hours and is still in a state'a alivement. I can't say the same for this pad'a his though. Something must'a died in here. I think it died in the Captain's socks. Speakin'a cleanin'... That orange clone reckons he's got a buddy who's a vacuum cleaner. The idiot must mean one'a his buddies has got a vacuum cleaner somewhere. I'll have ta scare the info. outta the clone some time.

Mouse's Log: Supplemental.
So much fer cockroaches bein' the great survivors. That Archy must'a been'a gold-plated wuss. All ya need ta do ta get capital letters on one'a these typewriting thingys is to jump up the top side'a the shift key before ya type the letter. Then jump down on the bottom side'a the key afterwards. Simple, really.

Mouse's Log. Stardate: A bit later on Tuesday night.
Yeeek! We're under attack! There's things burstin' all over the sky and lights an' all an' things I ain't ever seen before!

[Sprouse001]

On Board the "Dorito 1"

:Half way across the Universe, The "Dorito 1" is cruising through space. Suddenly, sensors start lighting up and bells start ringing on consoles on the command bridge.:

Sprouse001: What the?? are we under attack?

Engineer Sprouse006: No. sensors say it's some kind of fireworks going of on a planet.

Evil Sprouse002: could be someone trying to take over the universe. quick, lets recruit him.

Racing Sprouse003: hot dang. i love fireworks. you ever seem them after a big race at night. sure are pretty.

in love with Minity Sprouse009: not as pretty as Minity. she is the living enbodiment of beauty.

Engineer Sprouse006: sensors say it came from some kind of Cabana on a crystal sand beach.

Pirate Sprouse017: ARRRR!!!!! may be a mighty fine place for some rum and sailing.

Drinking Sprouse012: uh...yeah big guy. we already have our on rum making producing deck in this ship. Moonshine, liquer, Jack Daniels. ol' Jack, he's the man. goe's good with some coke.

Sprouse001: make a course heading for this place.

Engineer Sprouse006: on our way now.

[Captain N.E. Gator]

During the fireworks display, the ever-aware pirate captain can't shake the feeling of another presence on the beach. However, he can't seem to find him or her. Shrugging, he heads back to the cabana and starts picking up trash. It takes a good 45 minutes before the floor is finally clean of empty beer bottles and cheese curl wrappers, amongst other garbage.

"Yeesh... the floor's all sticky, too."

Grabbing a mop, he fills up a bucket with hot, soapy water and starts swabbing the deck.

Well this stinks. A Captain isn't supposed to be doing his own swabbing!

But, he continues on, whistling a tune as he works.

[Captain N.E. Gator]

Hours later, the pirate is finally done cleaning up his cabana... however, he now notes that he once again smells pretty bad, since he was doing so much work and sweating and stuff. Heading back, he takes yet another bath and tosses on some more clean clothing. Pulling his hair back to put on his bandana, he looks at himself in the mirror, and realizes he's got a five o'clock shadow. It looks pretty good.

He also notices his stomach rumbling.

"Man, I'm hungry... I wonder if there's any food left."

He goes to the kitchen, and opens up the cupboards. All that's left are a couple of stale loaves of rye bread, a half-empty bottle of catsup, some salt and a jar of pickled eggs.

"Well crud, it appears I need some groceries."

Pulling out his mystical cutlass, he slashes a hole in the fabric of reality that glows green. He steps through...