Friday, September 26, 2008

Riddle Me This...

Mork is on the roof with one of the office's computer chairs

twirling in between different telescopes (see goo goo dolls video below). He keeps looking through the telescopes trying to catch a glimpse of Expose class in the building nextdoor. Mork gets really into the moves and starts dancing as he's watching, when he hears footsteps.


Mork: Who's there?

It's Borou-a-boo, standing on the edge of the building looking like he's about to jump.


Borou-a-boo: Don't take another step!


Mork: Not on my watch!


Later that night Mork and Greco break into the office after hours to read ppl's emails.

Mork: Hey! someone's goig to Seacrets tommorow! you know, one of the young girls
Greco: "That's nice."
Barton walks by. "Seacrets?"
Mork: "yeah, you know, by my condo!"
Barton: "oh, very nice!"
Mork: "we're gonna meet up with some hotties from work!"
Barton: "gimme gimme gimme! I have a car! I can drive!"
Mork on a walkie talkie: "Wilford, fire up the shuttle We're going to Seacrets!"

Wilford brings the shuttle around front. E-dawg's boat is attached to the hitch. The whole gang piles into the boat, except for Wilford of course. Mork climbs in, and steps on Mayer, who is passed out on the bow with a bottle of Captain Morgans in his hand. He's wearing a captain's hat, a blazer with no shirt underneath. His chest hair is out in all its glory.

Mork: "IM SO HOOOD!!!! I'll be right back guys"
He disappears into the cabin. Meanwhile, over the loud speaker, someone says "Whoever googled killing themselves at work, please report to HR" Borou-a-boo looks down, embarassed.

Mork emerges. He is wearing a bikini made of whipped cream and some cherries. "Hey guys, riddle me this..."

Just then, E-dawg and Borou-aboo get on board. E-dawg has a boombox and is blasting that song "Ayer" by Flo-rida. "Yeah guys! Boats & Hos!"

Mork, standing in the captain morgan pose: "there aren't any hos on this boat?"
Borou-aboo just sits, with his neck bent at a 90 degree angle, about to say hi but then he changes his mind at the last minute. He's kinda shy.
The shuttle takes off, headed straight for Seacrets. Greco is hanging over the side, throwing up. "Slow down!"

Mork just sits Indian-style on the bow with Obrien's Mexican poncho devouring nachoes Bell-Grande from T-Bell's 'Big Bell Value Menu'. In betgween stuffing his face, Mork shouts over the noise of the shuttle: Hey, do you guys know I'm 3/25 Native American?


Greco: That's impossible, it's not divisible by 2.


3 hours later, they arrive at Seacrets. Everyone is eating watermelon. We're sitting on the dock and spot Mork in the corner. "Uppppp"

Mork: "hey hotties! wanna share this watermelon with me?" and he holds up a watermelon which is eaten to the rind.
Borou-aboo: "he's a nice guy!"





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