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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
BIKINI BRIGADE
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Chapter Fourteen
The convoy appeared over a low rise. It was a convoy of
tumbrils. They were made out of peanut brittle. Al and Wilma and
Glenda and Matilda and Polly rode in the lead tumbril. Peanuts pulled
each tumbril with long strands of licorice.
Matilda gazed out at the road of pop rocks ahead of them. They
were passing under fruit trees.
“Mmmm! Cherries!” Al said. He reached up and plucked a cherry
from an overhanging branch as they passed. Matilda glowered at him.
“Now is no time for food, Al,” Matilda said.
“Sorry,” Al replied. He quickly ate the cherry. Accidentally,
he swallowed the seed. “Ack! Stop the convoy!” Al cried.
“What’s the matter?” Matilda asked.
“I swallowed a seed!” Al said. He blinked. He gave his chest
a small pat. Then he appeared to be fine. Matilda jabbed her finger
into Al’s chest and he flinched.
“This convoy isn’t stopping for anything, Al!” Matilda told the
small man. “Not to eat, not to sleep, and not to go to the bathroom!”
“But-- what if I have to go?” Al asked.
“PMS Enterprises does not stop for anything!” Matilda said.
Glenda, gazing at the road ahead of them, nodded her agreement.
“Yes,” Wilma concurred, also staring at the road ahead as they
quickly sped under more trees. “We’ve no time. Those two girls are
running around loose somewhere up ahead and they might meet a Man!”
“A stranger!” Matilda said crossly to Al.
“Polly and Matilda to the Sultan!” Peanut Brittle Polly
declared, gazing with senile certainty out at the road ahead. The
peanuts pulling the tumbril ran faster, hearing her speak.
“PMS Enterprises!” Matilda said. She lifted her chin and
struck a pose she’d seen of Gereral Patton once, firm and resolute.
“Oh, now that I think about it, I might actually have to go to
the bathroom!” Al whined. He gazed with newfound interest at the trees
as they passed.
I awoke. Light flooded into my eyes. It was red, tinged with
blue, or perhaps blue, tinged with red. I could not tell. The light
over my head seemed to shimmer and intermix even as I stared up at it.
I felt a quiet, gentle rocking. A small figure, with brown hair pulled
into pigtails and wearing a one-piece bathing suit, jumped on my belly.
Realizing, quite suddenly, that I was so full of cream I
couldn’t breathe, I felt a rush of panic. Then the figure crouched over
my mouth and pressed her lips to mine. I threw up in her face. Cream
cascaded from inside my belly up onto her lips. I rolled onto my side
and violently retched.
When I came to again, I could breathe. There was a pool of
creamy vomit by my face. I sat up. I found I was sitting on an orange
popsicle. I looked around. The figure was there, in her one-piece.
She stood on the popsicle near my head. She grinned at me.
Weakly, I smiled back. She plopped down on her bottom and sat
on the orange surface of the popsicle, next to my head. It was a large
popsicle, big enough for my whole body to lie upon. Nearby, across a
sea of cream, I saw an ice cream sandwich floating. It was as big as a
boat.
“Hi! I’m Pauline Praline,” the small girl in the one-piece
said to me.
“You saved my life,” I told her.
“I’m a good swimmer,” Pauline said, casually. “I live out
here.”
“Where am I?” I asked.
“You’re on the Sea of Cream,” Pauline said. “My own special
realm. I can have all the ice cream I want!” She spied an ice cream
cone with spreckles in it as it floated by on the waves. She reached
out and grabbed it. She handed it to me. “Here. Want it?” she asked.
“You can have all the ice cream you want, too!”
“I think I’ve had enough cream just now, thanks,” I said. I
patted my belly. I drew in a breath and exhaled. I drew in another.
“I saw you fall from the sky,” Pauline said.
“Oh!” I cried. I turned and looked again at the sea. I saw we
were near the shore. Along the shoreline were lollipops. I could just
make out bon bon trees, further down the shoreline.
“My lollipop!” I cried. “My flying lollipop! And my gun-- I
must have them! Did you see where they fell?”
“I saw you fall and several things fell with you,” Pauline said
to me.
“Did you see another girl too?” I asked her quickly.
“Yes! But she flew back to the Citadel,” Pauline said.
“Whew,” I breathed. “That’s good.”
“She was trying to hurt you,” Pauline said.
“I know,” I replied. “But I don’t want her to drown. I’m glad
she flew away, instead of falling into the sea, like I did. She’s under
the spell of Licorice Lad, though.”
“Who’s that?” Pauline asked me. I looked at her. I gazed into
her eyes, fearing perhaps some sort of trick. Did she not know who
Licorice Lad was? How could she not? But her eyes showed only
innocence.
“Um, Licorice Lad is a very bad boy,” I said, steeling myself
against a possible attack. Everyone else seemed to love Licorice Lad.
And they seemed ready to die for him, too. But Pauline only sat on her
bottom, grabbing at her toes in complete innocence and smiling shyly at
me.
“If he’s bad, my daddy will make him be good again,” Pauline
said.
“Your daddy is a prisoner,” I told her. “Of Licorice Lad.”
“A pris’ner?” Pauline said.
“Yes. He’s in the dungeon!” I said.
“My daddy?” Pauline asked. Her eyes widened. “Oh, BOO! HOO!
I don’t want my daddy in the dungeon!” Pauline said, breaking into
sobs. “BOO! HOO!”
I patted the small girl’s back. I felt sorry for her. But,
secretly, I felt happy. She was so small that Licorice Lad had
overlooked her. She was not under his spell. She had never even heard
of Licorice Lad. I had a new ally.
I waited until Pauline stopped crying. Then I took my hair,
which had dried in the gentle breeze wafting across the waves, and dried
her tears.
“Don’t worry,” I told Pauline. “We’re going to help your
daddy. But first we must find my flying lollipop and my gun, if we
can. Are you good at diving?”
“Yes,” Pauline sniffled.
“Good,” I said. “Let’s do a little swimming and see if we
can’t go along the bottom. I think my things fell in toward shore. If
the seabed is shallow enough, we may find them lying down there. Or we
may not.”
“Oh, I go swimming down deep all the time, looking for pretty
shells,” Pauline told me. “As long as it’s not too deep.”
“Well, we’re pretty close to shore,” I told her. “And then,
you know what? I’m going to do something special.”
“Really?” Pauline asked. Her eyes gazed at me brightly.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m going to make you a member of the Bikini
Brigade!”
“Yippeee!” Pauline said. She clapped her hands together
happily. But I could see that she had no idea what the ‘Bikini Brigade’
was, or what being a member of it would entail.
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