Our Season written in Dr. Suess

[Nick]

The Best Laid Plans

Somewhere on the island at half past two.
The Others are doing what the Others would do.
Pitching a tent, or packing a sack.
Wondering why the sky just went black.

The earth began to rumble a terrible sound.
A sound that sounded all through the ground.
Now, Simon the Other ran from behind a tree.
Then he spoke a word, or maybe he spoke three.

“Come quick young and old, there is a sight you must see!”
“It doesn’t matter if you are ten or one hundred and three.”
So the Others ran quickly as quick as they could.
To see what strange thing by the barracks did stood.

High above the Tippy Top trees an oil rig was there.
It towered just about 353 feet in the air.
The Others did wonder, like the Others would do.
How and oil rig would appear right out of the blue.

Oh, this is so terrible, can we make it go away!
An oil rig just can’t stop ‘rigging’ and go astray!
Mr. Locke stood up with a very wide grin.
“Jacob will help us, let’s go to his cabin”

But before they could turn even one inch about
From the top of the rig a voice began to shout
“Who are you people and why am I here?”
“My rig no longer is “rigging” I do fear.”

“We are the Others , and we do what Others do”
“But may I ask you kind sir, just who are you?”
“Your rig has stopped “rigging” I’m afraid that is true
“But why does a rig show up out of the blue?”

“My name is Bergson, and I’m a rigger by day.”
“I’ve rigged 42 times just in the month of May.”
“I don’t know why my rig plopped down in these trees”
“But if you climb the ladder we can talk if you please.”

Mr. Locke climbs the ladder with a leary eye
You should never trust a rig that falls from the sky
Mr. Alpert says “Don’t trust that old fool”
He might hit you in the head with a “rigger tool”

But we must learn to trust one another, please take note
Whether they come from a rig or an airplane or a boat.
He was just rigging away, where riggers rig all day long.
And now he’s just confused that his rig is all wrong

“I’m warning you Mr. Locke, you better watch out”
“I’m going to send out a few of our scouts”
“There’s Jessica, Simon and others so bold”
“They will make sure Bergson does what he is told”

Now, that Bergson fool, he got very very mad
He got madder than a rigger ever in his life had
He screamed and he yelled all over that rig
Until his voice was louder than a pesky pig

“Get down Mr. Locke, before we start to fight”
“The scouts are giving the signal with light”
Suddenly Bergson was tied up faster than fast
Mr. Locke should’ve known that his trust wouldn’t last.

Then bad news fell upon the Others ears
Simon the Other even shed two tears.
The rig had “riggered” the island it was sad but true.
Soon the island would stop living, like islands don’t usually do.

Mr. Locke looked at the Others and gave a brief talk.
Follow me everyone, we must go for a walk
They turned left at the rock and right at the shore
They walked and they walked until they could walk no more

They came to Jacob’s cabin leaning with a tilt
What a dandy old shack Horace had built.
It’s too scary and dark to go inside by yourself
And it has only one table a chair and a dirty shelf.

Mr. Locke peaked in, he wasn’t frightened all.
Jacob would always help with oil rigs that fall
He counted to ten a time or two.
Until Christian Shephard told him what to do.

“Islands usually live long, Mr. Locke my friend”
“But this island seems to be coming to an end”
“When rigs rigger islands, it’s difficult to say”
“If islands that are rigged will even live one more day”

“Then what can be done? There has to be a way?
“It’s not fair that rigs rigger islands, even for one day”
So please tell me, Christian Shephard, what must be done.
To stop rigs from riggering islands and save this fine one.

They all must return, they all must come back
Kate, Sun, Aaron and even my son Jack
Hurley and Sayid they must come back too.
Then the rig will stop riggering, I hope it’s all true

So Locke left the cabin after a minute or so.
A sad look on his face started to grow
It grew and grew and everyone knew
Just what Mr. Locke and the Others had to do. Would you?

[Necktie]

ROFLOL!

[Jane Austen]

Wow. That was epic. :]

[Necktie]

Do the next episode! More, More!

[Admin]

That was amazing. I love you.

[Chubby - FACT: Cooler than you]

haha I love that!

[Dominick]

this is really good Nick

[Johno]

hehehhe! This is awesome! ;D

[Nick]

Miles From The Grave

Somewhere on the beach between Here and There.
The Beach Dwellers were “beaching” without a care.
When suddenly the sky turned purple and before too long.
The Beach Dwellers feared that something was wrong.

Now, Miles was a Beach Dweller that is so true.
He is known to talk with a ghost or maybe two.
Red ghosts, or blue ghosts it don’t matter what hue.
If you were a ghost he’d surely talk to you too.

Miles scratched his thinker until his thinker had thunk.
“Why has our beautiful beach suddenly shrunk?”
Water covered their ankles and soon covered their knees.
“Pack up your things and run to the trees!”

A Beach Dweller named Charlotte, oh, what a red headed pest.
She stopped Miles before he wandered away from the rest.
“I know you’ve spoken to ghosts a time or two”
“But alas you forget what you came here to do?”

Miles was a stubborn Beach Dweller indeed.
He turned up his nose and didn’t give heed.
He walked away proudly as a Beach Dweller could.
He skipped past a rock and disappeared into the wood.

Miles stopped at a tree to lighten his load.
He heard a strange noise, it wasn’t a toad.
It was a ghost, but it was neither red nor blue.
No, this was different ghost, someone very new.

“Kevin Johnson’s the name and I do declare.”
“I have something to say and you better beware.”
“Bad things you have done, and a debt you must pay.”
“Beach Dwellers with debts must always pay someday.”

Now Miles wasn’t frightened of the old clever salt.
Kevin disappeared with the yell of a “Waaaalllllt!”
Miles pondered Kevin’s words for a moment or two.
He thought one more moment, then he knew what to do.

Miles ran back to the beach like any Beach Dweller would.
He decided to help Charlotte like a good Beach Dweller should.
Whether you’re rich or poor, or you’re fat or thin.
When you help your fellow Beach Dweller, you always win.

Now, Sawyer and Juliet they didn’t like this one bit.
Beach Dwellers just don’t stop “beaching”, you have to admit.
Where are they going? What will they do?
Beach Dwellers aren’t the same when they are minus two.

Sawyer pondered and then pondered some more.
“We’ll find out what they are doing, we’ll settle the score.”
“We’ll follow them to the mountains; we’ll follow them to the shore.”
“We’ll follow them and follow them until our ‘followers’ get sore.”

Now wouldn’t you know it they caught up to those two.
It only took 23 ½ minutes by foot then by canoe.
“Why did you leave? What is the reason?”
“Beach dwellers don’t stop ‘beaching’ this time of the season.”

“We’re causing no trouble, we mean you no harm.”
“We’re looking for a mass grave, there’s no need for alarm.”
“So go back to the beach where the water is low.”
“We’ll be back the night after next, I promise you though.”

“Well, my name is Sawyer and I’m a conman, you see.”
“I’ve conned 357 women and 5 men to a degree.”
“Your tricks don’t fool me, not for even one second.”
“So you best be gettin back to the beach, I reckon.”

“Oh, trust us dear Sawyer and Juliet too.”
“We wouldn’t play tricks on the likes of you.”
“Come with us to the grave, and you will see.”
“Miles just may speak with a ghost or three.”

Well, Sawyer and Juliet did follow them that day.
And something terrible, just terrible came their way.
A mass grave of bodies from a time gone by,
Lay in a large pit beneath the Beach Dweller’s sky.

How the bodies came to be there you might say?
Well, that story remains for another day.
Miles jumped into the grave and poked around.
And something most peculiar he did found.

He lifted up a red square; it was red as a beet.
Sawyer and Juliet even thought it was neat.
But Charlotte, oh, her eyes shined with elation.
When Miles exclaimed, “What is the Valenzetti Equation?”

[Necktie]

Best one yet.

[Dominick]

what made it for me was WALLLLT!
hahahha

[Jacko]

Bravo, Nick!

Excellent!

[Johno]

hahaha! Another good one. Excellent job, keep going! ;D

[Nick]

Kinship

In the park where the sun shines only five hours a day.
All the Little Ones gather and make time to play.
There’s Jenny, and Matthew and Little Bonnie Sue.
But there is one little boy who should be familiar to you.

Little Aaron Littleton is a Little One that’s true.
He’s the little-est of Little Ones, everybody knew.
He swang on the swing like no other Little One swung.
Then he jumped and he bumped and he springed and he sprung.

Little Aaron Littleton would just swing all through the day.
Mommy Kate watched him from a bench not too far away.
But there was something strange about Kate, something just wasn’t right.
Maybe her shoes were on backwards or her socks were too tight.

Kate wasn’t a Littleton, not by one finger or one hair.
Aaron’s mommy was really a Littleton named Claire.
But something happened to Claire, I’m afraid I must say.
It’s a mystery to all Littletons why she just ran away.

Then a creepy stranger slithered slowly towards the swings.
And Little Ones should always be afraid of such things.
Now Little Ones are smart and can flee fast from danger.
But Little Aaron Littleton couldn’t flee from this stranger.

Kate zigged and she zagged, she tried to save the day.
But another stranger stopped Kate much to her dismay.
Why would a stranger take her Littleton, you might say.
From the park where the sun shines only five hours a day.

Now back on the island where the water flows low.
To the left of the tree and where rocks lay below.
The Beach Dwellers were pitching their tents once more.
In the hopes that the water wouldn’t flood their new shore.

Juliet asked Sawyer perhaps a time or two
“What is your plan? What are you going to do?”
Sawyer rolled his eyes and started to squint.
“I guess I have no plan, now get out of my tent.”

Juliet said. “I used to be an Other, I did what Other’s do.”
“But now I am a Beach Dweller, just as much as you.”
“You have to have a plan if you want to save the day.”
“You can’t pretend nothing happened and everything’s ok.”

Sawyer’s face twitched and steam poured from his ears.
“Others will always be Others regardless of their peers.”
“Don’t tell me what I can’t do, as Locke would always say.”
“Kate is gone forever, now why don’t you go away.”

Now we all know Kate is alive as she sits upon her couch.
If a stranger took your Littleton, you too would be a grouch.
She slounched and she grounched and wondered what she could do.
To find who took her Little Littleton, she needed a clue.

“I have just what you need,” exclaimed Duncan the Lawyer.
He was a handsome old chap, but alas he’s no Sawyer.
“It’s not a Dohickymabob or a Thingamajig.”
“It’s neither too small nor is it too big.”

“In this box I have here, is the answer I say!”
“What’s in this box will make problems go away!”
Duncan opened the lid, but it took a moment or two.
“ Now, I present to you, Agent One and Agent Two.”

Out of the box came Agent One and Agent Two.
You may ask yourself what is it that Agents do?
I’m sure they just don’t hide in boxes for most of the day.
They must have paperwork to file or even bills to pay.

“I’m glad you asked me that question, ladies and gents.”
“Agents find missing Littletons, and it’ll only cost you two cents.”
“They can find all your dishes and find missing fishes.”
“They can find almost anything your little hearts wishes.”

Now Kate listened carefully but she wasn’t quite sold.
“How do we know Agents will do what Agents are told.”
“They may come in boxes and that’s very nice.”
“But can they find missing Littleton’s, I have to think twice.”

“Trust me, dear Kate,” Duncan said with a grin.
“With these two agents on the job, you are sure to win.”
“They will find your missing Littleton, I promise my dear.”
“And I guarantee a full refund if it takes more than a year.”

Now back on the island Sawyer was fuming.
Locke walked from the jungle where the flowers were blooming.
“Kate is alive, but you need to follow me.”
“There is something strange behind that Tippy Top tree.”

“My name is Sawyer and I’m a conman by trade.”
“But on this island a new job I have made.”
“I’m a ‘Nickname Namer’ and I carry this list.”
“Of nicknames I name to those that exist.”

“Mr. Clean, Daniel Boone, or John Boy will do.”
“Colonel Kurtz, Tarzan, Brutus or Mr. Magoo.”
“Pick one I say, pick one that best fits.”
“Because right now I’m not liking you even one bits.”

“I’m sorry you’re angry,” Locke decided to say.
“But Bug Eyed Ben moved the island yesterday.”
“It may have moved ahead five days, or even a year.”
“It could be just three hours, it’s really not clear.”

“An oil rig has fallen into the Tippy Top trees.”
“It’s ‘riggering’ the island and Jacob’s not pleased.”
“So follow me and help me clean up this mess.”
“And figure out what to do with our unexpected guests.”

Now back in Kate’s house the Agents were causing a stir.
They weren’t finding missing Littletons like Kate would prefer.
They were tossing Littelton Clothes all over his room.
They were up to no good, and this could only mean doom.

“What’s going on? This behavior I won’t allow!”
“I want my two cents back, and I want it back now!”
“Agents that come in boxes should not run wild.”
“And mess up the room of an innocent child.”

“I’ve lost all control!” Duncan began to explain.
“Agents should never run wild if they had half a brain.”
“Why are they doing this, I have not a clue.”
“Perhaps they are working for someone else too.”

Then Sayid came crashing through Kate’s front door.
He tied up the Agents up and sat them on the floor.
“Agent One and Agent Two were lying to you.”
“They tricked you like good Agent’s would never ever do.”

Then Bug Eyed Ben walked into the house.
He used to be an Other, I was once told by a mouse.
“Put these Agents back in the box, and seal it up tight.”
“We’ll find the missing Littleton, we’ll make this all right.”

Now somewhere far away across the great open sea.
Little Aaron Littleton was playing most quietly.
It would soon come to pass and be spoken in lore.
That Little Aaron Littleton was actually a Widmore.

[Johno]

another brilliant one!

I can't wait for Escape from Ogygia.

[Dominick]

i like these

[Johno]

Yeah, me too! ;D

Keep going!!!

[Johno]

Are you gonna continue this?

[Necktie]

We need Escape from Ogygia and the Women in the Flashes.

[Nick]

Escape From Ogygia

This is the story of Desmond Hume, a fine handsome Scot.
Who pushed buttons on an island but everyone forgot.
He pushed and pushed until his pusher was sore.
Every One Hundred and Eight minutes and not a second more.

Now Desmond was in love with Penelope it’s true.
But she is a Widmore, and you know what Widmore’s do.
A Widmore can play dirty and a Widmore can be mean.
But Penny wasn’t like other Widmores, she was very clean.

Now ,one day a knock came to Penny’s big front door.
It was a very peculiar knock that she has heard before.
She paused for a moment, a thought a thunk or two.
“Who is knocking at my big door, I just wonder who?”

“Maybe it’s a elephant, or maybe it’s a mouse.”
“Maybe it’s a parade of drummers coming to my house?”
But little did Penny know, the visitor that was here.
Was someone she cared for, but not in over a year.

She opened the door and in slid a handsome chap.
He slid on one knee and kindly removed his cap.
“Good evening Miss Penelope, I offer you “Hellos.”
“And to give you some news that will surely curl your toes.”

Now Desmond was curious as any Scot would be.
“Who is this peculiar chap, and what’s he want with thee?”
“He knocks on doors and slides on floors which is really very odd.”
“So why, strange fellow, are you here if you’ll let me prod.”

“My name is Proci Hekatoctis and I often do declare.”
“I own an island smaller than my surname but larger than a pear.”
“Penny must come quickly to my island out at sea.”
“Before Bug-Eyed Ben comes after her, I’m sure you will agree.”

Now Bug-Eyed Ben’s an Other and he does what Others do.
But Widmores don’t like Others much, this is very true.
Oh, that Bug Eyed Ben will do anything to get the Widmore bunch.
He’ll bop their noses and step on their toses and even steal their lunch.

Now, Desmond started to worry and worry much did he.
“What can I do to stop Bug Eyed Ben and save my Penelope?”
He paced and he paced until the day turned into night.
Then his eyes lit up brightly and he smiled with delight.

“I’ll talk to Penny’s father, the head Widmore of the bunch.”
“He’ll know exactly what to do, I’m sure he’ll have a hunch.”
“Others should never bop noses, or should never step on toses.”
“They shouldn’t even pull the petals off other peoples roses.”

Desmond walked a mile or two down the crooked street.
He turned the corner and stopped at a building made from green concrete.
It towered into the sky, way up high, as far as the eye could see.
A most perfect place for a Widmore to have a glass of whiskey.

He climbed the stairs to the floor where the Bumble Birds did play.
He entered a room that was full of brooms which were leaning one way.
He rode the elevator all the way up to floor One Thousand and Ten.
Where the Head of the Widmores sat with a person named Ken.

Desmond knocked and he knocked until his knocker was sore.
And then after two and a half minutes Ken opened the door.
“Why young man, do you knock until your knocker is sore?”
“What do you want from a Widmore, that you couldn’t get from a store?”

“My named is Desmond Hume, and I love my Penny dearly.”
“She’s a Widmore, and she is in danger, you must understand this clearly.”
“Bug Eyed Ben is after her, and I must ask a favor from you.”
“Let me speak to Mister Widmore, it’s the least that you could do.”

Now, Mister Widmore sat at his desk behind a large coin stack.
He counted coins one by one and tossed them in a sack.
He grumbled and he rumbled until his stack dwindled down.
Then he poured himself some whiskey, a gave Desmond a frown .

“You want my blessing?” grumbled Widmore as he stood upon his chair.
“You know I never wanted you and Penny to be a wedded pair.”
“If only Penny had picked Proci to perpetually procreate.”
“You’d still be on that island pushing buttons every One Hundred and Eight.”

“I came here Mister Widmore not to ask for a simple blessing.”
“I apologize if I’m not clear about this and that I keep you guessing.”
“I want to stop this Bug-Eyed Ben from causing any harm.”
“I just want Penny to be safe, there is no need for alarm.”

“I’m impressed,” said Mister Widmore as he stood proud and tall.
“Perhaps, you and Penny could be wedded afterall.”
“Take her to Proci’s island, Ogygia, but don’t leave her alone.”
“When I find out where that Bug-Eyed Ben is hiding, I’ll call you on the phone.”

Now, Ogygia is a beautiful island full of many things.
There’s Trumpet Blowers, Noggin Knockers and Antelopes with wings.
There’s Gobbity Goopers, Pillow Tossers, and a Dog that is a Nurse.
There’s even an Elephant with only one ear that says riddles in reverse.

Now, Penny feels safe in Ogygia, it’s the perfect place to dwell.
Will Bug-Eyed Ben find her here, it’s really hard to tell.
Desmond’s quest to get that Other has only just begun.
But be assured it’s guaranteed with the help of Sun.