Welcome to Cheechi's Place

By: Lisa Hetu *and* Mike Easton

Disclaimer: This is such a fictional story. There is just no way anything like this would ever happen on a real Garrity Road Trip (but, how do I know, I've never been on one). Anyway, the first part was written by me and all the characters (except the parrot) are actual people. Mike so graciously added the last two parts (completely twisting my story, but that's okay) and all his characters (well, the one's that stay alive anyway) have all been conjured up into existence by him. The difference in writing styles is ... well ... noticable, since Mike has so much more talent than I do, not to mention his wild imagination. But, all in all, it turned out well. See for yourself...

The open highway stretches out for miles. We are in the middle of nowhere ... litterally. Don't ask where we are going or why Laurel and I, two young females all of 20 years old, are playing mother to four grown men (and let's hope the title tells you who those men are). Laurel is driving and I've got the map. Where ever it is we're going, we had to be there yesterday. Miraculously, four men and all their gear fits in the back seat of Laurel's car. The parrot is about to lose it's head. (Just to clarify, the parrot belongs to Chris...)

"Chris, have you found the damn crackers yet? I'm tired of looking at your butt in the rearview mirror." I say.

"Mike's bothering me again!" Steve complains.

"Mike, darling, sit quietly for the rest of the car ride and I might give you a mint." Laurel says calmly. (She obviously has more patience than me...)

For a moment there is complete silence. Then it starts. "Are we there yet?" Mike repeats over and over.

I lose it. "Michael W. Easton! Sit still and stay quiet!"

Silence again. "I hafta go to the bathroom..." Mike says quietly.

"Why didn't you go when we stopped for gas?!" Laurel and I say together.

Pit stop number eleventy-seven. Now you know why we haven't reached our destination. "I want chips." Mike (Yelle) says as Mike (Easton) leaves the car.

"Steve, do you want anything?" Laurel says.

"Yes. I want chips, a chocolate bar and coke." (Clarification again ... I put coke in there for a reason, and it has nothing to do with Steve ... it's my addiction *G*)

"Me too." says Mike (Yelle).

"Lisa, you better come with me." Laurel says.

As we return to the car with a shit load of treats, Laurel and I smell smoke. "Okay, who's been smoking in the car?" Laurel scolds.

Steve and Mike point to each other acusingly at the same time.

Finally, we get to the hotel for the night. I will get no sleep. I'm hearing voices in my head, because the parrot has learned a new phrase ... "Are we there yet?"

And there they slept....unaware of what the morning light would bring.

I guess you couldn't blame him for choosing the path he chose. His mind had been altered by years of cruel and unjust punishment for things he never did. His incoherent ramblings had got the best of him and this was his way of proving that to the world.

As we look back now to that terrible night, the night where vision became a thing of the past for those weary travellers, we remind ourselves that everything has its consequence.

And there they slept...

The victims completely unaware of what was happening to their fellow friends on this, once thought of, peaceful road trip.

Within the dark....a sound...like that of a "slopping".."wet sounding"...whisper that could not be placed. The silent screams concealed by gags that stopped the words of unbearable pain.

And there they slept...

Flashes of B.B,.guns, Rope, Headlocks, Motorbikes, Mucus, and thousands of other unimaginable thoughts fueled the terror inflicted that night. The sound grew silent.

Light crept in that next morning and from within their rooms not a word... Nothing. Day gained hours and transformed back to night while the doors remained closed and unmoved.

It wasn't until the following morning that Rebecca, the cleaning lady of their Hotel, finally unlocked the first door and ventured in.

The dripping sound of milk that had spilled on the counter was masked only by the light crunching sound coming from the corner of the room. And on the ground face down were bodies, strewn out across the floor... motionless.

The fear mounted and Rebecca trembling and terrified by the shock of her find, found herself drawn to the sounds in the corner. The curtains of the room were closed and the dim light seeping in allowed only a glimpse of a large cylindrical object with a sheet covering it. Those seconds raced like hours as she approached the corner. The crunching sounds grew to an almost unbearable decibel. She grabbed the sheet.....thump....thump her heart felt as it were exploding within her chest.........a breath........a quick pull and all would be revealed.....she clutched the sheet and suddenly the sound stopped. One single tear rolled down her cheek revealing her thoughts and state of mind. She pulled the sheet.

Any guesses??????

Alright now where were we......Ah Yes!!!

She pulled the sheet....

Rebecca froze in terror at the sight she saw...words could not describe....The fear that had climbed down her throat had now made its way right to the pit of her stomach. Her hands dropped to her sides, her feet felt like concrete, her legs like rubber pillars unable to bear the weight from above....her eyes glazed over...rolled white...and Rebecca no longer shared the air of this world.

With the dim light peering in from the closed curtains of the room, the structure could now be made out. A rusted metal cage stood twisting off a long unpolished brass pole. Bright colors reflected off pieces of the metal as the sunlight danced in. And there in this cylindrical cage stood the three pieces of evidence that solved the case of "The unexplained Road Trip"

{Flashback}

He remebered the voices, the taunting, the continuous laughter at his expense. Bottled up frustrations filling his vial of sanity until it could hold no more. The funny thing ....it wasn't them he was after.....no....they just stood in the way of something he would do anything to get.

And there they slept.......forever!!!!

A green and blue wrapper, was the first piece of evidence that Detective Dale Roberts stumbled across upon arriving at the scene of the "Wandering Inn". Upon closer examination the letter "P" and "O" could sorta be made out.

The second was a small piece of what seemed like a wet, white chalky substance, half chewed...

And of course the third and Final clue....The perp. himself. He was all but 2 feet tall, with extremely large facial features, Claws on both feet and an annoying "squawk" that drove the detective Crazy. This dastrdly Genius of a bird had managed to let himself out, gorge upon the eyeballs of all his victims, eat some mints, and then lock himself back in the cage.

Before being carted off to prison the Detective thought it fair to ask the Parrot why,...Why did you do it?

The Parrot looked into the Detectives eyes...took one long breath in and smiled before he said....

Moral of this story.....

The Early bird gets the.....no

A bird in the hand is....no

If I had a mocking.....no

Aw crap...........Snufulupagus!!!!!