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Belch in Britain Pt. 2

This entry is part 1 of 2 in the series Belch in Britain

 

 

Belch in Britain (cont.)

 

Large Man: Who are you calling big?

 

Belch: Oh I’m sorry, hello Mr. Ben.

 

Large Man: You will address me as Packett.

 

Belch: Ok, where would you like to be sent?

 

Packett: You’re coming with me.

 

Packett leads Belch into an alleyway where a few rough looking men stand smugly.

 

Belch: Is this the chess club?

 

Packett: You’re one of us now. You will obey my every command.

 

Belch: Sounds like a pretty boring chess game…

 

Packett: Listen! You go over to Hazel’s Milk and Drug store and fetch us some pills.

 

Belch: Alright, what name is the prescription under?

 

Packett: It’s not a prescription! And you’re not going to pay.

 

Belch: Ooooh. I got you, I got you.

 

 

(To be continued)

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Belch in Britain Pt. 1

This entry is part 2 of 2 in the series Belch in Britain

 

 BELCH IN BRITAIN



Belch Smith, courageous news reporter, awakens in front of a large clock.

 

Belch: Ugh…guh… Where am I? The last thing I remember doing is questioning that angry donkey about the missing tablecloth for that scoop! But why am I telling myself this? I know already.

 

Belch begins to wonder across the street, paying no mind to the cars that are skidding and wrecking to avoid hitting him. After three minutes, he makes it across.

 

Belch: Hey! That lady has a rebel flag on her pocketbook! I bet she’s one of those good ol’ boys from the south I’ve always heard about!

 

Belch approaches the young woman.

 

Belch: Howdy, ya’ll! Get her done! I was wonder if you could let me borrow your pickup truck to get back to the good ol US of A, where dreams come true and if you don’t live in Los Angeles, you live to see the next day.

 

Lady: Excuse me? I don’t have a truck, and what is “howdy”?

 

Belch: Oh so you’re a sophisticated hick! Yes, that makes sense, you’re not wearing a potato sack today. I guess it’s Sunday.

 

Lady: What? You’re not from around here, are you? You might want to bugger off to Big Ben.

 

Belch: Big Ben? Yes, yes…Only Big Ben will know how to get me home.

 

Belch travels over the sidewalk a little longer and stops in front of a large man in a leather jacket.

 

Belch: Big Ben? Is it really you?

 

TO BE CONTINUED

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