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The 1919 License Plate of Pensyltuckee Island

*Meanwhile, on a tributary of the Pensyltuckee River known as Crockett Creek.....*
*Marvin McCracken, his daughter Mary Ann, and Ivan are sitting in a motorized jonboat fairly close to the bank with a line tied to a tree on shore.*
Marvin: "Gimme another head outta that there bucket."
*Ivan pulls a bluegill head out of a steel bucket on the floor.*
Marvin: *sticks it on a hook attached to the line along with about 50 other heads-on-hooks* "Mary Ann, you got the last bit a that thing untangled?" *pulls a Johnson Beer out of a cooler and opens it up*
Mary Ann: "Almost pa......" *messing around with several feet of line*
Ivan: "Mom won't like how I smell when I get back."
Marvin: "Don't you worry none about that. Little soap and water and scrubbin and you'll be right as rain. Ain't that right, Mary Ann?"
Mary Ann: "Yessir, pa." *gets the last knot out* "Got it!!"
Marvin: "Good job!" *turns the motor on* *slowly starts crossing the river* "Ivan, just slowly let the line out. Make sure the lines don't get all jumbled up. You wanna little bitta slack, but not too much. Another way to do this to set the mainline out first and then tie the droplines on later. Easier to make sure they don't get all twisted together that a way. But I already tied this one all up, so there ain't no sense in makin another one." *pulls up to the other side of the river* "Remember that knot I taught you?"
Ivan: *begins tying off the end of the line to a tree branch* "Uh..." *trying to figure out which way the knot goes*
Mary Ann: "Other way."
Ivan: "Oh." *finishes the knot*
Marvin: "Perfect! So that there's how you set a trotline to catcha a whole messa catfish...." *turns to Ivan* "Y'all got catfish in FinRussland?"
Ivan: "I don't know. I never went fishing back home. My 1st time was when you took me to that pond."
Marvin: "Ain't never been fishin til then? Gosh almighty, you poor thing.... Well, once you get back there, now ya know what to do."
Ivan: "That will be in a few days."
Marvin: "Do what now?"
Ivan: "We're going back in like 4 days."
Marvin: "Why, shoot, y'all are a-fixin to leave in 4 days? Your pa already get all them missing shipments figured out?"
Ivan: "I don't know, dad doesn't talk to me much about work."
Marvin: "Gosh, y'all oughtta come over for one last meal before y'all take off."
Ivan: "That's what mom and dad are thinking als-look!" *points at a dropline that's shaking around*
Marvin: "Well, that was quick. Grab it and pull it in!
Ivan: *grabs the line and begins pulling*
Mary Ann: *quickly grabs the last bit of line out of the water, pulls the 4 lbish catfish into the boat, and uses a pair of pliers to unhook it*
Marvin: "Now that'll fry up good." *grins* *takes a big gulp of his Johnson Beer*
*A few hours later, in downtown Pen City......*
*A 1953 Chevy 210 is cruising through downtown Pen City with a jonboat on a trailer behind it.*
Mary Ann: *sitting in the passenger seat* "Turn left here. Remember to use your turn signal."
Ivan: *sitting in the driver's seat* *carefully steps on the brake pedal and stops behind a 1994 Silverado at a stop light* "Why do I have to drive if you know how to drive?"
Mary Ann: *opens up a Buck Cola* "Gotta learn sometime. Plus you said you wanted to learn." *takes a sip*
*The light turns green and Ivan slowly turns left after seeing that there's no cars coming from the other direction.*
*He then almost clips a 1960 Studebaker Champ that's parked in a diagonal parking spot.*
Mary Ann: *laughs* "How're you ever gonna drive in Helpinky-Undergrad if ya cain't even handle Pen City?" *looks in the mirror at the trailer* "Maybe we might should have dropped 'at trailer off at the house first.." *shrugs*
*Marvin McCracken is lying in the back seat, passed out drunk.*
*2 minutes later.....*
*A 1975 Ford LTD with Pen City Police painted on the side pulls up behind them and turns on its lights.*
Ivan: *starts freaking out* "I don't have a license! I'm not supposed to be driving! I don't wanna go to jail!!"
Mary Ann: *looks in the mirror* "Oh, I don't either. Just slow down and pull over. It'll be fine."
*They pull over to the side of the road.*
Cop: *gets out and walks up to the driver's side window* "Marvin McCracken, how are-Oh! Who are you?"
Mary Ann: "This is Ivan. He and his parents are from FinRussland and they moved into the house next to us for a little bit. The old Gilmore place."
Cop: "Oh! Well, welcome to Pen City." *notices Mr McCracken passed out in the back seat with over a dozen empty beer cans surrounding him* "It was a while ago, but I think I remember your ma" *points at Ivan* "-callin us about your pa" *points at Mr McCracken passed out in the back* "doin some target shootin."
Ivan: *nods his head* "She's a little more used to seeing guns now."
Cop: *laughs* "Well, I'd love to stay and chat a while longer, but I gotta be a makin my way back to the station real soon." *looks at his watch* "9 minutes to be exact. Anyhow. Mary Ann, tell your pa when he wakes up that I'll be a droppin by sometime in the next few days to drop off his air compressor. I seen y'all's car a-drivin by and I figured I oughtta let him know. But seein' as he's asleep, I reckon you'll have to tell him. Borrowed it a couple months ago and I plumb forgot about it. Feel awful bad. Hope y'all ain't been a needin to use it for nothin."
Mary Ann: "Mm, not as of recent, I don't think." *takes a sip of Buck Cola* "I'll be sure to tell him though."
Cop: "Sounds mighty fine. Where are y'all a headin?"
Mary Ann: "Pa's gettin a bear head mounted fer his nephew Peter. It's all done now, so we're a fixin to go pick'er up at Ernest's taxidermy shop."
Cop: "Ernest? Shoot, I ain't talked to him in a good while...." *looks at his watch* "Well, I reckon I better get a goin. Tell old Ernest I said howdy. Y'all have a nice day now, y'hear?"
*Mary Ann & Ivan wave as he walks back to his car.*
Mary Ann: "Alrighty, uh..... it'll be the next right, I think."
Ivan: *pulls back on the road* "Is that normal here?"
Mary Ann: "Is what normal?"
Ivan: "The policeman pulled us over just to talk to us."
Mary Ann: *nods*
Ivan: "Back home, that means you're in trouble."
Mary Ann: "I dunno, I reckon you know when you're a doin something wrong anyhow. Pa says to never worry none unless you're a speedin or you done killed somebody or robbed a place or something. Turn right."
*Ivan slows down and very carefully turns right onto a side road.*

Izonno and Finrussland

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