How the Smuggler Adventures Begin!
Pete the Alligator had his very own private lagoon. He was very
protective of his lagoon, and his favorite pastime was exterminating those
creatures who dared to enter his lagoon. In other words, Pete was no guy
to mess around with.
One day, Pete was lolling around on the muddy banks of his very own
private lagoon when a pirate ship appeared unexpectedly. Pete got very
angry and said, "Who dares to disturb the privacy of my lagoon?" Of
course no one on board the ship understood him because they didn't
understand alligator talk. So Pete got madder still. This time he
roared. "WHO DARES TO DISTURB THE PRIVACY OF MY LAGOON?" growled the
enraged alligator. And this time he got results, because by this time he
was crouched on the stern of the ship. Everyone on board jumped
overboard. At least, Pete thought everyone on board jumped overboard.
Pete immediately grabbed the rudder and crowed, "I dub myself captain of
the ship. I will call myself Pete the Pirate. And, since ther's no one
here who can tell me other than what I am about to proceed to say, I will
now officially call this ship Pirate Pete's Pickle."
With that, Pete looked through the spyglass to see if anyone was around
who wanted to fight. But the spyglass was obviously broken, because the
image was marred by little strands of broken glass. The broken glass
looked like the strands of a net. In fact, it looked exactly as if
someone had covered it with a net! Pete removed the spyglass from his eye
and looked around. Oops....
Pete had been captured by a green ugly-looking thing that looked somewhat
like an elephant. The elephant's means of capture, a strong steel net,
was surrounding Pete on four sides. There was a strange devilish grin on
the elephant's face. Pete was about to let out a horrifying bellow of
rage when--
"Okay, buddy, kindly remove your net and step to the side of the ship.
I've got you covered." Behind the immense figure of the elephant was the
profile of another alligator. He was brandishing something that looked
mysteriously like a gun.
The elephant quivered, then did as it was told. "Now, jump over the
side. You'd best do it now before we embark on our long sea voyage." The
elephant started to turn around angrily, and the mysterious alligator
fired a warning shot. "Do as you're told." The elephant departed over
the side of the vessel.
Then the mysterious alligator turned to greet our hero, Pete. "Wh--who
are you?" Pete stammered. "You saved my life. I owe my very life to
you!"
"That's just what I hoped you'd say!" the other alligator replied.
"However, I only ask one favor. Here, shake. My name is Sam."
"And, pray tell, what may that one favor be?" inquired Pete, as he shoot
Sam's paw.
"That you help me with my little business. Here, I'll show you." Sam
retreated to the captain's quarters, and Pete followed. On the door of
the small room was a foreboding sign that read Sam's Smuggling
Corp.
"As you can see," Sam began, "I've started a smuggling corporation.
You've just scared away my crew, but no matter. They were all
scaredy-lizards anyway. I need some courageious reptiles, like you."
Pete thought a minute. Then he said, "I will join on one condition. And
that condition is this; that we change the name of your corporation to
The Alligator Smugglers."
"Fair enough," said Sam. "And I will remain president."
So it was settled. Pete cast off the anchor, and the two happy alligators
began the first meeting of their two-alligator corporation, The
Alligator Smugglers.
"So what do we smuggle?" asked Pete.
"Oh...just about anything," replied Sam.
"Anything? How about something with a little more challenge than
'anything?'"
"Would you prefer we smuggled dark blue alligators with purple polka
dots?"
"Yeah...well mayble that's too hard. How about just blue alligators?"
"You're crazier than a doorknob. But we can try it."
"Great! Now how about a name for this ship? I've just dubbed it
Pirate Pete's Pickle."
"I don't really like it. How about--"
CRASH!
Pete and Sam rushed up on deck to find their ship run aground and in two
huge pieces. "Oh, well," remarked Sam, "it didn't really need a name
anyway."
"And I feel safer on land," continued Pete. "Let's build a smuggling
outfit right here."
This is how the corporation of the Alligator Smugglers got started. If
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