To:RED ALERT!! From:TINY TIM Date:Actually, it's the 13th. Cosys's must've staged a walkout or something. The Pleasure craft shook again as Flipper was wondering what kind of punishement he should impose on Steiner and his gang. Suddenly, some green material, obviously coming from the Playhouse, started to cover the ship. Doing so, the acidic slime triggered a red alert! The ships hull was deterorating rapidly and "Red alert! Outer hull breach is immenant! Abandon ship!" could be heard in a relatively peaceful computer generated tone of voice. "STEINER!!!" To:YENDI From:FERAL FERRET Date:Wrongo. It became the 14th of June when you were busy gloating. Steiner cursed an awful lot, in very interesting and imaginative ways. Sequoia, yet again, had not managed to buckle herself into the ship in time, and every time another shockwave buffeted the BOW-fighter, she'd go flying, almost invariably into him. Last time, he got head-butted in the solar plexus. The time before then, he received a solid elbow to the cheekbone. He wasn't enthused, and that Janne chick was irritating him even more, the way she kept gloating about how they managed to leave Plopper behind. She wasn't helping the situation at all. --- Various alarms and klaxons began sounding throughout the craft. "Great," said Kramodac, a meaningless smile pasted on his face, "I was about to settle a business deal with you, only to get shown just how incompetant your organization is." He pulled out a calculator, and started punching new numbers in. --- "Enough!" he yelled, and with a twist on the controls, a twist so hard that the throttle bent out of shape, he hurled the BOW-fighter back towards the exploding base. "I don't give a damn what you think," he snarled at Janne, who'd opened her mouth to say something and closed it just as rapidly, "I want my real ship back. Dammit, it cost me enough." Sequoia flew across the cockpit, as another shockwave struck the craft, and accidentally kneed Steiner on the nose. A small snapping noise was heard. To:ONLY GOOD TWIST IS A CINNAMON TWIST... From:FLIPPER Date:Wrongo. It became the 14th of June when you were busy gloating. Flipper shook his head, groggily, as the alarms blared warning after warning. Suddenly he was knocked off balance again, as the ship accelerated towards the planet. "Jesus Christ!" he yelled, slamming into a nearby wall. Kramodac shook his head a he grabbed a nearby chair for balance. The viewport began to glow bright red as the pleasure craft dove into the planet's atmosphere, and the brightness forced Flipper to close the viewport screen. Finally then ship's engines began to rev down, as the alarms silenced themselves. The door to Flipper's office opened, and Melissa walked in. "Sorry about that, boss," she said. "We were nailed by some kind of organic waste from the exploding deathstar, and emergency procedures were required." "What did you do?" asked Flipper, rubbing several lumps on the back of his head. "We skimmed through the planet's atmosphere and burned it off the hull. Everything's fine now." Kramodac gazed at Melissa. Well, maybe he stared a little bit. He nodded and went back to his calculator. Flipper shook his head. "Fine," he said. "Now I want you to contact Mr. Steiner, and inform him I'd like a few words with him." Melissa smiled. "Sure thing." She turned and walked back to the control room. Kramodac and Flipper both admired her swaying hips as she left the office. * * * PeeWee Pinrut sat in his mighty imperial spacecraft, watching from a safe distance. "Blow my MY playhouse, will they? Well, I've got a surprise or two for THEM..." His gem's veins glowed greenish-red with the evil being plotted... To:NOW WE GET DOWN TO BUSINESS. From:PHANTOM Date:Wow. The fourteenth of June. What have I done? NOTHING!!!! Steiner's escape pod lay beside Flipper's pleasure yacht, and both owners were having a polite meeting with each other to discuss the good points and the bad points to Steiner's expedition, which had resulted in the blowing up of a ship that could have made Flipper the supreme ruler of the universe. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!!!!! I told you to go over, and acquire the Deathstar for me, but nooooo.... You blow the damn thing up!!! All of it!!! Not even a shred of scrap metal for me to scavenge!!" "Well, yes, that's true..." Flipper continued, not even acknowledging Steiner's stuttered reply, ".... And then.... AND THEN... You have the gall to tell me that the ship was blown out because your stupid little plopping buddy was the cause because he just happened to fall into the nuclear fusion reactor, which just happened to be sitting open, and he set off a nuclear reaction!?!?" "Well, yeah, that's true too..." "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU TAKE ME FOR!!!! Since when does a goddam friggin plopping thing cause nuclear meltdowns!?!?!? I don't bloody think so!!!! Steiner's comment of, "Well, I guess they do now...", was cut of by Melissa's voice as she came over the intercom. "Flipper...? FLIPPER!!! You better see this!! I think we're in trouble!!!!" Flipper groaned, and with a heavy sigh turned around and turned on the viewscreen, giving him a view of the planet and the space around it. Flipper's mouth gaped open. So did Steiner's. In fact, so did just about everyone's... No, in fact everyone's did... * * * To:HAMSTERS: DEFINITELY DEVILS WORK. From:PHANTOM Date:Wow. The fourteenth of June. What have I done? NOTHING!!!! Pinrut sat in his command chair on his new vessel, staring out through the huge viewport in front of him, baring his teeth menacingly at the two ships that lay docked together. "Think you outwitted me do ya you little twits? Not this time. Pee-Wee Pinrut doesn't put all his eggs in one basket..." Pee-Wee swivelled around in his chair and looked at the man behind him, one Dr. Philman, the hamster specialist. "Is Hammy to be unleashed on them doctor? To tear them into little, teensy-tiny-itsy-bitsy fleshy bits?" "Ummm... Yes sir... That is if the laser's don't blow the crap out of them first." "Good, good..." Pinrut turned back to the viewscreen, watching their progress as the biggest hamster in the galaxy (Hammy) emerged from the other side of the planet where he had been barely able to hide himself behind. Covered with armour and lasers all over his body, and run on something that a silly little plopping beast wouldn't be able to overload, Hammy sailed in on his targets, preparing to feast on metal munchies... To:HAMSTERS: DEFINITELY DEVILS WORK. From:PHANTOM Date:Wow. The fourteenth of June. What have I done? NOTHING!!!! Pinrut sat in his command chair on his new vessel, staring out through the huge viewport in front of him, baring his teeth menacingly at the two ships that lay docked together. "Think you outwitted me do ya you little twits? Not this time. Pee-Wee Pinrut doesn't put all his eggs in one basket..." Pee-Wee swivelled around in his chair and looked at the man behind him, one Dr. Philman, the hamster specialist. To:PSB IN HELL From:FERAL FERRET Date:Wow. The fourteenth of June. What have I done? NOTHING!!!! Steiner suddenly stopped talking, and everyone around him stopped. "Augh!" he yelled, "I hate it when they do that?!" He yanked off his jacket, through it to the ground, and jumped about in extreme anger, virtually kicking up a tantrum. Kramodac tapped his teeth thoughtfully with a pencil, peered inside one of the berths from the outside, smiled broadly, and tapped in more numbers on his calculator. "Dunno," muttered Janne, "I guess he hates being hurled around from plot to plot like this." "I mean, here we were in that damnable BOW-fighter that looked like something from a bad movie," he yelled, stomping about in a mudpuddle for good effect, "and I was being battered about by Sequoia, and..." His eyes crossed to peer at his nose, which was, indeed, not just broken, but squashed very flat. A bit of blood trickled out for theatrical effect. "Ow!" he whined, suddenly moving very still. Sequoia pulled out a small wad of kleenex and daubed at his nose. "So, Mr. Flipper," said Kramodac, after a brief silence, "are you still interested in selling?" "For how much?" the cetaceanoid replied, greed clouding his vision momentarily. After all, he could always buy a new ship, hire new women... "Thirtyfive thousand," stated Kramodac. "WHAT?!" screamed Flipper, "DOLLARS?!" "No," mumbled Kramodac, looking quite shocked, "Grams of iridium." Flipper's jaw dropped to the ground, where it chattered around his flippers for awhile. Before anybody could comment on this most unusual occurance, a most belligeant roar was heard, and then a thunderclap, accompanied by a flash of lightning. A small form, wreathed in mist, was standing in front of a giant hamster. "An author!" cried Melissa, her eyes bugging out in awe. To:JHERIG From:FERAL FERRET Date:Wow. The fourteenth of June. What have I done? NOTHING!!!! "Hold!" uttered the Author, his voice carrying clearly to all. *HE* turned to the Hamster from Hell. "Begone," he commanded, "You'll get your turn later.": The Hamster, nonplussed, turned around and went back to hiding behind the planet. "Now, if that's everything," muttered the Author, dusting off his hands. "Weww, mo," burbled Steiner through his broken nose, "Dereth my nobe..." The Author snapped his fingers, and the nose was healed. "My apologies," said the Author. "You were meant to have that ship of yours." "What about it?" asked Sequoia. The Author waved his hands, and slowly, the slim, sleek spindly craft materialized before them, fully armed and intact. "And that ploppey thing?" asked Janne, horror spreading across her face. The Author smiled and faded away. A most unusual sounding noise emanated from the interior of the combat vessel. Janne's eyes widened in horror, and Steiner, well, he was too awestruck by the whole affair to do anything, so Sequoia used the opportunity to drape herself over him. The noise came louder when the cockpit's glass cover lifted up and slid back. The sound was rhythmic, and sounded eerily familiar. Janne's eyes widened. THPOO! The built-in ejection mechanism in the craft spat out a single, dark form, which arced into the air. Up, up it flew, slowly, slowly attaining it's full height, and came back, ever so slowly, down towards the ground. Time slowed down to virtually nothing, and it was plain to see that the dark thing, whatever it was, was going to land on Janne. Slowly, her eyes widened in recognition. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, turning to run away, but it was too late. It fell upon her, knocking her to her knees. To:IN GODS WE TRUST. ALL OTHERS PAY CASH From:FERAL FERRET Date:Wow. The fourteenth of June. What have I done? NOTHING!!!! Time sped up to normal again, as everyone turned to see just what had happened. A bizarre, dark, oily-looking form was draped over Janne's armour, two tentacles hooked over her shoulders, as if to give her a warm embrace. The other six tentacles were wrapped around her torso, giving her a firm hug. "Ack!" she screamed, "get it off me, get it off me!" Steiner laughed impolitely. "Plopper!" he cried, "it's good to see you again!" Plopper pressed it's... well, what might have been its face against Janne's lips, then set her free and plopped all around everyone and their ships, doing what appeared to be some kind of intricate fandago. Janne, meanwhile, kept spitting in an unladylike fashion, wiping her face on Steiner's sleeve, who was too engaged in hysterics to notice or care. Sequoia, meanwhile, was still draped over his other shoulder, smiling to herself for her own reasons. Kramodac dropped a heavy briefcase to the ground and booted it open. Inside was about 35 kilograms of refined iridium, and it glittered in a fashion that gold could only hope to rival. A small puddle of drool formed near Flipper's flukes. Kramodac, meanwhile, had slipped an arm around Melissa's waist, who didn't seem to be complaining. "So," murmured Kramodac quite delicately, "Whaddaya say?" The moment was punctuated by Butch, who kicked open the front door. She was carrying the grey-furred hired-help of Kramodac's in her arms. "Boss," she said, "Can I get some time off for my honeymoon?" The poor creature mewled for a moment, then snuggled deeper into her arms. To:HMMM.... From:FLIPPER Date:Hey, dinchew know it was the 16th of June? Neither did I... He looked down upon the scene with obvious distaste. Leaning forward, he glared as the other author leapt into the story, restoring things the way he liked them. "This," he muttered to himself, "is clearly not acceptable." In his mind ran a dozen times the plot had twisted and curved away from his plan, but direct intervention had never entered his mind. It just didn't happen. He looked up with sudden shock, realizing he *was* being written up, and re-aimed his reality generator at the pleasure craft. * * * Flipper stood staring at the empty spot, stunned. His mouth was open and his eyes were glazed as he watched the afterimage of the author fade away. In his mind, a short but fierce battle for control was taking place. The nasty part had been so shocked by the direct intervention it had simply frozen, giving 'normal' a chance to launch in. As mentioned, the battle was brief, and it ended when evil was tossed out Flipper's blowhole, to circle invisibly, the obvious loser. Normal took it's rightful place on the control seat. Flipper smiled, a warm, sweet, somewhat confused smile. "Sure Butch," he said. "Take as long as you need. Have a good honeymoon!" Butch paused for a moment, confused, then smiled and carried the fuzzy beast out. "Thanks, boss!" she called back. "AHEM!" motioned Kramodac. During Flipper's quiet spell, he'd seized the opportunity to remove roughly one quarter of the iridium in the case. He smiled smugly at Flipper's new confused expression. Flipper turned to look. His eyes widened in recognition, and his smile grew even broader, if possible. "Cadomark!" he exclaimed. "Good to see you!" "SHHHH!" hissed Kramodac. "I'm Kramodac. I've no idea who you're talking about!" He subtly removed a few more bars, realizing this was Flipper, and he'd have no idea what to do with iridium anyway. To:AND NO MORE WILL BE SAID ABOUT IT... From:FLIPPER Date:Hey, dinchew know it was the 16th of June? Neither did I... "So," ventured Kramodac, "14,000 for this ship and business. What do you say? We have a deal?" Flipper looked quizzically at the case in front of him. "Is that stuff valuable?" Kramodac snorted. He didn't even bother to reply. Flipper nodded. "I see," he said. He looked around the office, various degrees of shock registering as he gazed at the various artworks. "Oh my GOD!" he moaned. "I remember! What I did! What I said! I'm so embarrassed!" He hid his face in his flippers. Suddenly he looked up again. "Carolina!" he exclaimed. "I've got to go see her!" He left the office without saying another word. Steiner crept up to the case of iridium, and glanced inside. He nodded at Kramodac. "Richard Steiner," he introduced, eying the case. "I can deal for Flipper." * * * Flipper paused at Carolina's door, and finally entered his passcard. He drew back some at the door's rude entry noises, but went into the room when the door opened. "Carolina?" he called. Carolina looked up from where she had been napping on her bed. Her eyes opened with fear. "What do you want now?" she cried, nervously. "Please, Carolina," begged Flipper. "I came to apologize." Carolina looked into Flipper's eyes, and saw the truth. She smiled, and came forward, ready to hug him, but afraid, remembering the last time. Flipper took advantage of the motion to hold her himself, and they spent a long time on silly romantic stuff that I'm not in the mood to write, and most people don't want to read. Suffice to say, they talked, and hugged, and all that. To:WEIRD SAMPLES From:FERAL FERRET Date:Well, it will eventually become the 17th of June, honest. Steiner ran his hands through his hair, smiling most eerily. "You know, Mister, uhh..." "Kramodac," supplied Kramodac, "Kramodac," continued Steiner, "I think we'll let you have the ship for a mere 14,000 grams, because I'm in a good mood today." Kramodac smiled wryly to himself and presented a contract. "That's very kind of you," he replied, proffering a pen. Steiner signed. "Excellent!" sniggered Kramodac. "Now, before you go," he continued, "I'd like to make another deal with you." Steiner stopped cold for a moment. "Yes?" he asked. "I'll buy that briefcase for $5, if you don't mind." Twentyone kilograms of iridium in his pockets were making his clothes sag in a most unpleasant way. "Use the glove compartment," Steiner snickered rudely, virtually dashing for his ship with the money in his hands, dragging a very startled Sequoia behind him, who was still latched to his shoulder. Her heels dug parallel furrows in the ground. "Riiiight," mumbled Kramodac, climbing aboard the Naughty Nymph. Off in the distance, a faint shriek was heard. Janne stopped eyeing Plopper nervously long enough to make a break for the ship. Plopper, espying his victim's evacuation, decided to pursue, and soon, everyone was back in their respective ships and making a quick get away. "How do you drive this thing, anyway?" murmured Kramodac, stabbing at buttons randomly. The Naughty Nymph cut a crooked, drunken line through the atmosphere. To:SUGAR BABIES. From:PHANTOM Date:The 17th of June (today) is not the day snot was discovered. Clack-a-clack-a-clack-a-clack-a-clack-a-clack-a-clack-a-clack-a- clack... Pee Wee Pinrut looked up from the long boardroom table where he was sitting, endlessly clicking his nails in boredom. "Is it time yet?" A small, shifty looking character with beady eyes and horn rimmed glasses looked down at his watch, and then back at Pee Wee. "No, sorry. I'm afraid you're going to have to sit there a while longer." Pee Wee mumbled some obsceneties and went back to clacking his fingernails on the table again, pausing every so often to buff his helmet, which he had taken off several hours ago. Another half an hour passed, and the time seemed to be producing effects, as the helmet was glinting brilliantly and the helmet was starting to show some marks on it's surface from the repeated battering on the it. "Aw, c'mon. It's gotta be time now!!" The shifty looking man looked at his watch again and once again back at Pinrut, "Nope." Pinrut flung his helmet away from him in disgust. "Aw, c'mon, this is rediculous!!! There's got to be somekind of rules or something. Something in my contract that protects me from this stuff!!! I mean, look!! This get-up.... You know how much I'm paying to rent this thing?? Who's gonna fit the bill for that?? And look, look at my gem!!!" Pinrut held up his magic gem, which had lost some of it's brilliance and seemed to be flickering slightly, "Look!!! The batteries are running out!! How am I supposed to be completely evil and mean and an all around not-nice guy if my props run out of power on me!?!? You can't scare anyone with a burnt out light bulb, it's impossible!!" The shifty man looked at him with an expression that said, basically, "Look into my eyes and ask me if I care... No, don't even do that. Leave me alone", and then went back to picking the raisins out of the muffin he had recently bought. To:GRUNTIES. From:PHANTOM Date:The 17th of June (today) is not the day snot was discovered. Pee Wee started waving his arms around emphatically as he spoke, his frustration clearly showing through. "Come on!! This is ludicrous!!! Look!! LOOK!! Look at poor little Hammy!! Trapped in that stuffy little special effects bubble without anywhere to go!! What's gonna happen when we get into the big battle *finally*, and Hammy decides it's been too long between washroom trips? Eh? Are you author's gonna fix that up? Nooo.... Of course not... You know why? Cuz you're all the same!!! That's what it is!! I know about you guys!!" The shifty looking man (aka: Author#3) looked at Pee Wee with an expression of disgust on his face, "What the hell are you talking about you gibbering idiot?" Pinrut pointed an accusing finger at him, raising his voice louder as he spoke longer and longer, "There!! See!?!? It's all a plot!! All you authors always pick on the evil guy!! Oh no, can't do anything bad to the good guys... Nooo... That wouldn't be right!! What? You think just cause I'm bent on world domination and I've killed billions and billions of innocent people that I don't have any feelings or something? No, of course not... Lookit!! Lookit!! Lookit!! You give Flipper back his kind personality, you give Steiner and them back their Plopper-thingy... You give them a reprieve from becoming hamster-chow.... And what's in it for me??? I get to sit here and watch them make things out of their lives with nothing to comfort me but a plate of donuts and some coffee.... WHICH IS EVEN DECAFFIENATED!!!" The author looked at Pee Wee with bemusement, noting the bulging eyes, the veins pulsing in his neck, the red shade to his face, and especially his hands, which were clenching and unclenching in what could be considered a somewhat threatening manner. Considering all of this, the author reached under the table and pulled up a box, which he offered towards the distraught tyrant... "Want the last chocolate donut?" Pee Wee glared.... His eyes burned... His face burned... The heat... The anger... The frustration.... But it all burned away seconds later. "Gee, thanks." Pee Wee Pinrut, evilness personified, munched a chocolate donut contentedly, all thoughts of anger dissipated. To:BEWARE - I LIVE. From:FLIPPER Date:Heya, it's the 22nd of June, and my landpeople are egg-sellent. Flipper's latest romantic advance was rudely interrupted when the entire ship suddenly swerved to the left, throwing him and Carolina off the bed. Carolina landed in the middle of the floor, while Flipper slammed into a nearby dresser, which opened and dumped lingerie all over him. "Huh?" mumbled Flipper. "What's going on?" He stood up and made his way into the hall, where the ship swerved a few more times, battering Flipper like a pinball from wall to wall. Finally he reached the control room, and went inside. Kramodac was at the controls, punching random keys. "This is kinda fun," he laughed as the ship whirled around another sharp turn. "What are you doing?" asked Flipper incedulously. Kramodac whirled around. "You still here?" he asked. "I gave the money to your agent, and he left." "My... agent?" asked Flipper. "Yeah, that Richard Steiner guy. He gave me the contract and everything. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave. Flipper's mind raced. He'd had the ship stolen out from under him? On the other hand, he didn't really want it anymore, either. Maybe it was just as well. "Well, if you'll just let me take a shuttlecraft, I guess we'll be out of your way. Gotta find out where Steiner went to, anyway." "Sure, sure," waved Kramodac, spinning back around to face the control panel again. "Have fun." He went back to striking random buttons. Flipper went back to Carolina, and explained the situation to her. Having no great love for the Naughty Nymph, she was ready to leave in no time. They finally reached the shuttle bay. "Open up," ordered Flipper, to the woman guarding the doors. "I'm leaving." Melissa looked up from the sex manual she was reading and licked her lips. "If I don't, will you punish me?" To:ALL RIGHTY From:FLIPPER Date:Heya, it's the 22nd of June, and my landpeople are egg-sellent. Flipper stared, shocked. Faint memories of "punishments" came to him, and he blushed in embarrassment. Carolina stepped up to the window. "Look, whore!" she yelled. "Open up that damn door, cause Flipper and I are leaving this depraved pit. You want to be punished, go see your new boss, Kramodac!" "Fine," sulked Melissa. She hit a key, and the huge bay doors opened. She then got up to tell her new boss how bad she had been lately. Flipper was still staring, although now at Carolina. Carolina noticed this, and blushed slightly. "Err," she said, "I guess this place was getting to me." Without further ado, they were seated in a small two-man shuttlecraft, and leaving the Naughty Nymph behind. Flipper concentrated on navigating the craft forward, as he found what he could remember of the Nymph to be quite embarrassing. Carolina looked back, and muttered a heartfelt "Good riddance." TO:FLIPPER From:ADARA Date:Heya, it's the 22nd of June, and my landpeople are egg-sellent. Reply to 421 The two aliens from the Caramilk commercials, having been watching the events of the past month unfold, were disgusted. "Geez, get a load of that Flipper guy!" remarked the first one. "Yeah, I liked him better when he didn't blush about sexual innuendoes." replied the second. "You think that we could change the earthling/dolphling life again, just to make this more risque?" (back to the regularly schedualed program...commercial over) To:GIMME A BREAK. I NEVER INTENDED FOR FLIPPER TO GET OFF *THAT* EASILY. From:FLIPPER Date:4 July 93. I *have* to rely on you to set dates. The others died on me. Flipper guided the shuttlecraft forward until the Nymph was merely a blip on the scanner. Then he looked around himself, and realized that he was completely, and absolutly, lost. He cast a sideways glance at Carolina, who sat contentedly and patiently, waiting for Flipper to take her home. She was apparently thinking of something, but Flipper couldn't read what. No matter, it meant she didn't know he was lost. * * * She shook her head and quietly sighed. Flipper was lost. It was obvious in the confused way he gazed out at the stars, and the mock bravado he showed while attempting to decipher the computerized star charts. She began to wonder just what had been behind this whole adventure, what had been the driving force, to what end had she been forced to go hither and thither on hostile spacecraft? She sighed again. She didn't overmuch enjoy philosophy, but it beat memories of the Naughty Nymph. * * * There was a sudden cheer from the control seat, as Flipper finally figured out the orientation key on the Compu-Guide Star Mapping System. His enthusiam suddenly died when he realized that although he now knew where on the map he was, he had no idea where on the map he *wanted* to be. He began looking carefully for his Oceanarium, without any real hope of finding it. To:S'BOUT TIME TO GET THIS SHOW MOVING AGAIN. From:PHANTOM Date:One, two, buckle my tongue. (july 9th) A tiny beacon of light was flashing in the distance, guiding them towards their destination. Tracing its way through hundreds of thousands of miles cold, empty space, the beam of white energy drew them closer, leading them towards the only place that they could ever really feel comfortable... The only place that they could ever feel at home. The Oceanarium, it was Flipper's and Carolina's true home. Only there would they be able to give into each other, and live the lives together that they both wanted to live, cherishing every single moment they had. As they drew nearer to their home, the love between the two deepened as well, symbolized by their flukes, which the two had rest ontop of each other between the two of them. A simple gesture maybe, but what went unspoken between the two of them was beyond any simple comprehension. Unfortunately, although love has been rumoured to conquor all, there are just some forces that couldn't be stoped, even by something so powerful as this. As inevitable as love is between any two special people, there is even more certainty that wherever there's traffic, whether on a back street, a highway, or even in space, there's bound to be a taxi driver somewhere who can't speak a word of english and can't drive worth a lick. It just so happened that a taxi driver of just such a description came out of nowhere at an impossibly high speed, and plowed itself into the side of Flipper's and Carolina's shuttle, sending their ship hurtling over, with both the occupants knocked unconscious by the impact. * * * Just three hours and forty three minutes later, two dolphins were brought into the emergency wing of the Coca-Cola-Cure-All-Hospital. Both suffered some bad injuries, but neither seemed to be in a life- threatening situation. Both were sedated and the needed surgery was performed, after which the two were left in seperate rooms to recuperate, and eventually regain consciousness. =================================================== harmlesslion.com - Not for Commercial Use