[RL story] The Duckie Caper

So yesterday while wandering around, I found these little garden ornamentation, plastic birds, butterflies and dragonflies that had springs on the wings so that when the wind blows, the wings flap.
And among the owls, hummingbirds and strangely coloured exotic birds, I found a duck.
Among my family, I am the finder of strange things to surprise people with, just small things to brighten people's day. Which, unfortunately, they usually know it's me because I'm the only one who does that. But each one of my folks tend to get something different. Dad gets ducks.
The plan was simple. Sirah stops the car outside of the house, I run up, stick the thing in the flower planter, run back and we drive off before anyone was the wiser.
In, drop the goods, out. Simple, right?
The first sign of trouble was when I noticed Gigi talking to a neighbour about half a block down. No biggie, she didn't see us. Keep driving.
Then we got close to the house and we noticed that the garage door was up, Aunt Debbie in the process of unloading groceries from the car.
Crap.
Change the plan?
Oh, heeeell no!
Sirah stopped the car and I darted out of it, Aunt Debbie pausing in her tracks. "Hey, Jess! What are you doing?!"
Flapping duck on a stick raised high into the air I roared my battle cry as I pelted up the grass to the planter under the window. "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!"
*foom!* I shoved the green metal stick into the ground and let go. The pole tilted dangerously, dipping the duck into the flowers so I grabbed it and shoved it in again, hoping I wasn't hitting anything hidden by the dark mass of leaves. This time it did a funny little pirouette before staying reasonably upright.
Close enough. I turned and dashed back.
Aunt Debbie was in the same place she had been when I had run up, the boxes resting on one hip as she looked on with bemusement. "What is that?!"
"It's a DUCKIIIEEEEEEEE!!!" I cheered, running back towards the car, arms raised haphazardly above my head, satchel bouncing on my hip in a manner that probably looked most absurd.
Just as I got around the car I glanced up to see Dad coming out of the garage, this wide grin on his face that's usually accompanied by a snickering Muttley laugh (fleeting thought was that Dad was grinning just like Ginji from Get Backers and we didn't know that people could DO that) even as he had a look of puzzlement on his face.
Sirah looked at me as I bounced in . "GO!" I shouted, fumbling for the seatbelt and off we went as 2 of my folks headed to see what I had just stuck into the ground.
A few minutes later, I started giggling. Sirah wondered what took it so long.

Moral of the story.
Always have a back up plan.
Even if the back up plan is the same as the original plan, just with more comedy and less mystery. ^__^

Opening Line

We have the perfect opening line for a fic.

Murphy's Law clearly stated that 'If anything can go wrong, it will go wrong."

MacGillicuddy's Corollary: "At the most inopportune time"

O'Toole's Law on the other hand, was much simplier.

"Murphy was an optimist."

Hakuba Saguru was much more inclined to belive O'Toole at the moment.

And that's it. We wanna use it on a Hakuba in drag fic. Have a couple of lovely japanese fanarts of him in a Maid's uniform that set off plunnies like you wouldn't believe. (or considering our fic record, you might...)
If we end up doing that, just have to get Shin'ichi in drag and then we're set. ^__^

We just finished watching 'Memories', which is a fun DVD. 3 different stories told by different directors. The 'Phantom of the Opera' AMV that someone sent me is to the first story, Magnetic Rose.
The second story 'Stink Bomb' would have to be my favourite of the three. The poor guy just wants to deliver the breifcase...
And the last one, 'Cannon Fodder' just gives me the willies. Is very unsettling.

And off we go! Whooosh!