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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
BIKINI BRIGADE
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Chapter Seventeen
“Halt the column!” Matilda said to Polly. The old woman called
out to the peanuts and they stopped. On either side of them stood
small, colorful houses. Their rooves, made out of tiles shaped like
lollipops, glowed brightly in the setting sun. Beyond, to the west, out
over a sea glistening like cream, the glow of the aurora borealis could
be seen, its colors mingling with the sunset.
A sign stood by the road, which ran between the homes. The
sign read, “Lollipop Lane.” But that wasn’t why Matilda had asked that
the column of tumbrils be stopped. She’d had it stopped because there
were two peanuts standing by the roadside. They both had their thumbs
out, as if hitchhiking. They both wore short pants. One of them wore
glasses. Otherwise, the small, one-street town was shuttered up, as if
everyone in it had left on a journey, and not returned.
“Who’re those peanuts?” Matilda asked Polly. They obviously
were not with their column, as they were standing, looking rather well
rested, by the roadside. They stood idly, with their thumbs extended,
hoping for a ride.
“Good evening, peanuts! Why your absence from Peanut
Province? Are you on business of the Sultan?” Peanut Brittle Polly
called out to them.
“Yes, ma’am,” one of the peanuts, the one with glasses,
answered. “I’m Percy, and this is Paul.”
“I’m Paul,” the other peanut agreed, pointing to himself.
“We’ve just come from the Citadel, to have a tailor make very
important robes for us, so we can attend upon the Sultan,” Percy said.
“Oh, is he free again?” Polly asked, smiling.
“Uh, no ma’am,” Percy replied, a bit nervously. “But as
servants at the Citadel it’s not for us to decide whom to serve, but
rather to serve.”
“Faithfully and true,” Paul added.
“I see,” Polly said.
“Peanut Power!” one of the peanuts pulling a tumbril behind the
one Matilda was in shouted. But it was a lone voice. It ran down the
street and echoed among the homes and then only the surf could be heard
again, rolling into the shore.
“Well, best get in, boys, unless you want to walk home,” Polly
said. “For ourselves, we’re on a mission to find two girls. Perhaps
we’ll find them before we reach the Citadel, but if not, we’ll go all
the way there, at least, before turning back. I suppose I must pay my
respects to the Sultan, whoever he is. It’s not for me to play
kingmaker.”
Percy and Paul stepped up into the lead tumbril.
“We need robes, ma’am,” Percy said to Polly.
“Black robes.”
“Oh dear,” Polly said.
“Call the wardrobe department,” Matilda snapped at the two
peanuts who, in her mind, were nothing but midgets; extras holding up
her important search for missing children. “We must be moving,” she
said to Polly. “No time to waste!”
“Government business,” Glenda Guilty agreed.
“Yes!” Wilma said.
“Oh, dear,” Polly said. She put a hand to her face. “I’m
afraid your peanut attire will have to do for now, boys,” Polly said to
Percy and Paul. Then she turned to the column, but Matilda was already
calling out to the peanuts who served as their horses.
“Move along!” Matilda yelled. “Move along, midgets!”
Reluctantly the peanuts began walking again. Then they broke
into a trot. The other tumbrils began moving behind them. The column
of vehicles rolled through Lollipop Lane and out along the beach by the
Sea of Cream. Beyond, an ice cream bar could be seen. It was docked
along the shore. Lollipops grew around it. The road ran down to the
dock, where the ice cream bar, floating placidly, could be untied from a
post and pushed out across an inlet to the sea. Across the waves the
road could be seen once more, where it ran again into groves of wild
lollipops. Matilda thought she could make out the tops of ice cream
cones far away in the distance, as if there were a huge building there,
with ice cream cones for rooves. But the sun was setting fast, and as
she watched the glimmering ice cream rooves disappeared into the
blackness of the night sky.
“We’ll have to cross part of the Sea of Cream,” Polly said to
Matilda. The woman nodded.
“Whatever,” Matilda said.
“Sure is a big movie set,” Al said. “They must have filmed a
Shirley Temple film here, and the Titanic too.” He gazed out across the
cream-colored sea at ice bergs that lay far out along the horizon.
Night fell, and they could then only be seen intermittantly, as the
aurora borealis glowed overhead. Its brightest moments made them appear
like colored spectres against the sky.
The line of tumbrils rolled down to the shore. Polly ordered
the peanuts to pull their lead tumbril out onto the ice cream bar.
“Loose the ropes! Cast away!” Polly yelled to the peanuts.
They obeyed, and their ice cream barge was put out to sea. The lead
tumbril floated atop it. The other tumbrils waited patiently by the
shoreline. They made camp in the sand. They built fires to warm
themselves in the cool night wind coming in off the sea.
“Should we make camp on the other shore?” Polly asked Matilda.
“No,” Matilda said. “Let’s press on through the night. Two
girls are in danger!”
“Very well,” Polly nodded. She turned to Percy and Paul.
“Have the ice cream bar go back for the rest. They can cross one by
one. We’ll go on. They can catch us as best they’re able,” Polly
said.
“Yes, ma’am,” Percy and Paul replied, in unison.
“And you two stay with me,” Polly said. “I think you’ll make
very fine attendants. You’re both fine young men. Pity it’s the
Licorice Lad who’s asked you to serve him, though.”
“We don’t choose the Sultan, ma’am,” Paul said.
“Yes, boys, I know,” Polly said. She shook her head. “I
know. And neither do I.”
“Yes, my pretty. You look very nice, with your little bikini
dyed black for me,” Licorice Lad said to Katie.
“Oh, thank you, Licorice Lad!” Katie gushed. She was dressed
in her bikini, but it had been newly washed, by peanuts downstairs in
the Citadel’s laundry room, and now it was colored black.
“Did you have a nice sleep, downstairs in your new bedroom, in
the dungeon?” Licorice Lad grinned to Katie. It was an evil grin.
“Oh, yes master!” Katie said. “A most wonderful nap, and a
bubble bath, and the little peanuts made me up to look very pretty!”
“Yes, the Citadel has a fine staff of beauticians,” Licorice
Lad agreed. He gazed at Katie. She had darkened eyes, and pouty,
lavendar-colored lips. “Let us go to the royal dining room. We shall
have a feast, entirely of candy, and then we shall sit on my throne
awhile, hmmm?”
Katie clapped her hands together and glowed at Licorice Lad
with loving eyes. “Oh, yes, Licorice Lad!” she agreed. “And can we eat
licorice, black licorice, sitting on your throne?”
“Yes,” Licorice Lad said. “And our feast shall be all of
licorice too. Licorice strands, and twists, and little round gumdrop
licorices.”
“Oh, goodie!” Katie said. Licorice Lad stepped down from his
throne, steadying the big turban on his head as he stepped down. He
took Katie’s hand. “And then, my sweet, we’ll go downstairs to the
dungeon, and play all night together in your new bed!” Licorice Lad
said.
“Oh, yes,” Katie agreed. Impulsively, if just a bit nervously,
she gave Licorice Lad a big wet kiss on his cheek.
We rode through the night sky, two witches on a broomstick.
Except the broomstick was a lollipop and the sky, behind us, glowed with
the colors of the aurora borealis. Below us groves of lollipops gave
way to a stretch of ocean. In the distance, the Citadel of Sweets could
be seen. It stood alone out on a promonotory, surrounded almost
completely by the creamy sea. On the eastern side of it lay the dark
pit of Molasses Moor. But we approached from the west, not following
the pop rock road now, but flying across the sea.
“There it is!” I called out to Pauline. I pointed to the ice
cream rooves of the huge, towering structure.
“Yes!” Pauline, clasping my back, agreed. “My Daddie lives
there,” she said.
We flew in towards the castle. I gazed up at the stars. It
was a beautiful night. The moon was just rising in the east. It was
crescent shaped, like a boat rising up out of the faraway Veil of Mists,
to take Katie and I back home.
I heard a sputtering sound. The lollipop under my legs
shuddered, briefly. Then there was a kind of cough from the lollipop
and we suddenly dipped lower in the sky.
“We’re losing altitude!” I cried.
“Waht’s happening?” Pauline asked.
“I think we’re running out of gas!” I hollared. We flew lower
still. We skimmed along the waves. Then, just short of the shoreline,
we connected with the water.
“ACKCK!” I heard Pauline cry. I felt cream splash up into my
face and for a moment I feared drowning again.. But it wasn’t a plunge
into the sea, this time. Rather it was a smooth glide that ended in an
awkward crash.
I found myself bobbing in the waves a moment later, Pauline
paddling beside me. My lollipop was somewhere under the waves. It was
sinking to the bottom, but perhaps I didn’t need it anymore. The shore
was nearby, a thicket of weeds at the back of the castle.
“Your sister said the lollipop’s powers would only last
awhile,” I gasped to Pauline. “I guess it’s run out of whatever was
powering it.”
I’d already told her about her sister, and what had happened to
her. Pauline had sobbed a little, hearing it, but cheered up when I
told her that helping her Daddie would almost certainly help her sister
as well.
“It’s okay. We’re here now,” Pauline said. “I know a back way
into the castle, and we’re pretty close to it right now!”
“Good,” I said.
We swam ashore. The sea was rough, against the back side of
the castle, but we managed to wash up amongst the rocks safely. We got
out and made our way up a slope tangled with ground elders, couch grass,
and creeping buttercups. A Bosnian pine swayed overhead. We startled a
Royal Albatross in its nest and it flew off.
“The horses must rest for the night, troll!” the driver called
out. Tommy stuck his head out the window of the carriage. He fired his
gun up over the driver’s head. He was drunk from drinking the champagne
but, all the same, he took another swig from the champagne bottle he was
holding.
“No resting!” Tommy cried. The carriage lurched forward,
spurred by his gun blast. “Forward to the Citadel! I’ve got the
Sultan’s carriage and I’ll sit on his throne before the night is
through!”
“Damnable troll!” the driver swore, but he said it softly, and
spurred the horses with a crack of his whip. The coach rolled under the
night sky, through groves of lollipops.
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