Spoonerism

“The Lord is like a shoving leopard,” spoonerised Sid.
“That’s one of Reverend Spooner’s spoonerisms,” corrected Arthur.
“So, so is ‘Here are my nephew and niece Steak and Kidney’.”
Arthur groaned a, “Kate and Sidney you mean.”
“A roonerspism is a spoonerism of spoonerism.”
“Say boodgye.”
“But we aren’t finished yet?”
“I am I’m tired, after all it is 12:45 am on January the 1st.”
“But now it is 12:46 as this is being typed in.”
“Teing byped in?”
“That’s not a good or funny spoonerism.”
“What is a good and funny spoonerism then?”
“Bappy hirthday?”
“Funny, not.”
“Tube Rude?”
“No.”
“Ing Karthur?”
Arthur shook his head.
“I know.”
“Go on then, don’t leave us in suspense.”
“Nappy You Here.”
“That’s not funny!”
“It is now the Author has dressed you in a nappy!”
And I had. Happy New Year everyone!

(This should only really be read near or just after New Year.)

The last short story.

"This is the last short story," said Arthur quite wrongly.
"You're quite wrong," Sid mirrored the Author, "there's at least one more."
"Seeing the Author in the mirror would be quite disconcerting really."
"Disconcerting," mused Sid, "sounds a bit like a man called Ing doing a concert and somebody commenting on it."

Mooncash coffee

"This coffee is rubbish," moaned Arthur as he sat in the Mooncash coffee house that had been created especially for the Arth series characters on precinct 11.
"Some like it hot," replied Sid.
"Are we doing film titles now?" Arthur asked.
"If you think you're funny enough."
"That's a website for comedians isn't it?"
"Yes it is, but you still haven't replied to my film title yet."
"The good, the bad and the ugly."
"I'm the good, you're the bad, who's the ugly?"
"The coffee was bad, you're the ugly." Arthur waited for Sid to both calm down a bit and say another film title that might be funny in some way.
"The fast and the furious."
"That sounds a bit like you running after me with your battle axe."
"What I want to know," wondered Sid as he handled his battle axe, "is why you are getting all the punch lines and not me?"
"Maybe the Author wanted you to chase me with your axe as a bit of light relief." said Arthur as he ran away from the axe wielding dwarf.
"I'll give you a bit of light relief, I'll relieve your head from your shoulders," shouted Sid as he chased the king while brandishing his axe.

A story in a sentence

"A story in a sentence," postulated Arthur.
"You can't do a story in a sentence, it's more like a statement," replied Sid.
"Dark and wild was the moor upon which the Jabberwocky died," tried to write a short story in a sentence Arthur.
"You haven't proved your point. Maybe you could write a short story in a sentence if you didn't use any full stops."
"But you couldn't tweet it, 140 characters or less."
"But at least in a tweet you can use a full stop."
"I think that's what we need to do now."
"What?"
"Come to a full stop."

The Joke

While Sid and Arthur were in the queue for snacks the king of the Britons asked the dwarf a question, "What's black, white and red all over?" asked Arthur.
"A newspaper, sunburnt penguin, nun with a knife in her back or a panda with scarlet fever..." replied Sid thinking that he had listed all of the variations he had heard or made up.
"No, a zebra with..." but he couldn't think of anything that could make a zebra red.
"A blushing zebra?" tried to help out Sid.
Arthur got angry, "I could have come up with that Sid, why did you have to say it, I am funny you know."
"Yeah, as funny as a peach in pyjamas," derided the diminutive dwarf.

Sid did a funny face

Sid did a funny little face to keep her smiling.
Gwinda gave the puttlewhack to Gwindolene, "Put this on the mantelpiece for me," she asked.
As Gwindolene placed the puttlewhack on the mantelpiece she rhymed, "Momma had a puttlewhack she also had some ants, she put them on the mantelpiece to see if they would dance..."
They all laughed.
Gwinda forgave him (though she shouldn't really have held anything against him because she couldn't really remember) after all it was the end of the story.

Cyclops

She opened the puttlewhack, "What is it?" she asked as she looked at him with eyes that could melt steel.
"That description makes her sound like Cyclops from the X-Men." But still he ducked in case red lasers did appear from her eyes. "It's a puttlewhack. They send them to the end of time then bring them back again so they can say that our love will last to the end of time."
"They?"
"The people who make them."
"She softened a little, but not as much as melted ice cream. "Well, I suppose it is a little romantic."
"A little romantic," mused Sid, "could it be a small facial twitch suffered by Julius Caesar?"

Time Freeze

Sid stood there, "Come on then Author, stop the time freeze, I'll catch my death of cold."
"It's not a literal freeze," replied I.
"A literal freeze, that sounds a bit like a professor of Literature in the ice compartment of a fridge."
So he wouldn't try to make up any more jokes I put a smile on Gwinda's face, put the clocks back, and set things going again.
"Ooh Sid, it's our anniversary!" she smiled.
"I know, I have a present for you," he handed her the puttlewhack.
Her smile dropped a little as she looked him in the eye, "It's a bit small."
"You said you liked small things, that's why you married me!"

Gwinda

"It is instantaneous," replied I, "it's just that I haven't had the time to complete the story in one day."
Sid shook his head.
Then Gwinda came in, "What are you doing here?" she said quite grumpily.
"Hah, and you call me the grumpy one," he countered her remark, well not countered...
She slapped her woman's magazine on the chair-side table.
Sid looked a little bothered, "Can't you use another synonym for little? And not small!" he said in a height conscious way.
Sid looked slightly bothered.
"And you should be a little bothered Sid," she fumed at him. "You've forgotten our anniversary haven't you. Swanning around saving the seven dimensions with old la-de-da Arthur and you can't even be bothered to come home to see me! On our anniversary!"
"B-but I..." he began, but didn't have time to finish.
"No buts, you know I don't like buts," she sat there with crossed arms.
"Now then Author," whispered Sid to me, "you know perfectly well that I got that puttlewhack in good time for our anniversary. It's you messing around that has got me into trouble."
"So you think I should do a time freeze, set the clocks back and put a smile on Gwinda's face?"
"At least."
So I did.

Nick Nack Puttlewhack

"Nick nack puttlewhack igga dogga bone," sang Sid. Which gave me an idea.

"A puttlewhack can be a nick nack," smiled I as Sid walked through the shimmering portal into his garden.

"So you still didn't know what one was until just then?" he peoned the door just like he did in The Crying Pennant.

"I have had a chance to think about it since last night. A puttlewhack is an ornament that is sent to the end of time, then retrieved just before everything collapses so that it can be sold as a love memento."

"I know, that's why I bought it."

Gwindolene came up to give him a kiss on the cheek, "Hello dad, did you get the puttlewhack?"

"How did you know I was getting a puttlewhack?"

"I read the Author's blog last night."

This shocked Sid, "Let's hope your mother didn't." Then he spoke to me, "I thought IWT travel was supposed to be instantaneous?"

The End of Time Present

Vending machines within precinct 12 automatically transported chocolate, crisps and soft drinks from the robot confectionery factory housed on precinct 7 straight into the machines for sale. When I say for sale I mean each new visitor to the Time Backwater was given a ration coupon card to be used while there. They were allowed a certain amount of chocolate, soft drinks and snacks per day. If they wanted anything else they had to pay for it in credits. This could be quite difficult for time travellers from the past who had no credits. They would trade personal items for food etc the longer they had to stay. In the past the gnomes stole food from the food transfer machines, now they had maintenance jobs and spare credits to spend so they bought it instead.
Sprocket had even set up a sort of trading shop where he swapped credits for personal items. A man who had travelled to the precinct in a blue box had traded a watch for 1,000 credits. Now this may make you think that it was Doctor Who, but it wasn't. The blue box was about the size of a coffin and the traveller had to lay down in it to travel.
The next customer to enter the shop was Sid the dwarf.
Looking at the dwarf Sprocket recognised him, "The Author writing some short stories for the holiday period?" he guessed.
Sid nodded as he looked over Sprocket's stock, (try saying that 5 times while standing on your head and drinking a cup of water!) "Got anything new?"
"This old watch," said the gnome as he offered it to Sid to have a look.
"That's an old watch, I want something from the future."
"How far into the future?"
"Oh, I don't know, from the end of time?"
This confused Sprocket, "Why do you want something like that?"
"I don't really, it's part of the story."
"Not another MacGuffin?"
"No, that was yesterday's story."
Soooo...can you tell me why you want it?"
Sid looked at his portable reading device, "Er, it says on my script that I need to ad lib this bit."
"Well go on then."
"What?"
"Ad lib."
"Iiiiii.... need it for my anniversary."
"OK..."
"I said to my wife, you know, Gwinda, that our love would last until the end of time."
"And you want something from the end of time to prove that?"
"Yes, I think."
"The only thing I can think of that may match your requirements is a puttlewhack."
"What's a puttlewhack?"
"This," said Sprocket as he showed Sid the puttlewhack.
Now the Author didn't know what a puttlewhack looked like to describe it so he needed to think for a bit


After three lines, and a bit of thought, the Author sort of came up with an idea.
"Oh," ohed Sid, "I'll take it. Can you wrap it please, so I can give it to her when I get back yesterday."
I still did not really know what a puttlewhack was but whatever it was Sprocket wrapped it in a smallish box and handed it to Sid. "1,000 credits please."
"For a puttlewhack!" exasperated Sid.
"That's cheap for something that the Author still has to make up."
Sid wasn't really bothered about the price seeing as he had a Tribelium Plated card, and the Author had topped it up especially for this little story.
Taking the card the gnome scanned it and then returned it to the dwarf. "Thank you for your custom."
"And thank you for the puttlewhack," thanked Sid as he exited the shop and went into the precinct proper. He used his IWT to transport back to the Fantasy Dimension.

MacGuffin

"What is a MacGuffin?" asked Sid.
"Anything you want," answered Arthur. "The definition of a MacGuffin is, 'a plot device in the form of some goal, desired object, or other motivator that the protagonist pursues, often with little or no narrative explanation as to why it is considered so important.'"
"So something that is non important like you?"

"I didn't say it was non important. Only that you don't know why it's so important."

"MacGuffin."

"It sounds a bit like a substitute swear word doesn't it?"

"It also sounds like a McDonut's meal of some kind." Sid looked around, "So where is this MacGuffin that the story is about?"

"Maybe the MacGuffin is the MacGuffin?"

"I think you're a chuffin MacGuffin."

Just then a stuffed puffin fell from the ceiling of precinct 12, "Lookie that," lookied Sid, "A chuffin puffin MacGuffin!"

(Do you think I could work a toasted muffin in there somewhere? I wondered, but nobody took me up on it.)

Work in Progress

"WIP," began Arthur as he sat upon the park bench in the middle of precinct 12 sipping a puggleberry shake.
"What do you want to whip?" asked Sid the dwarf who sat by him eating a reflection bar.
"I meant Work in Progress."
"I couldn't tell the difference between you saying whip and WIP. Can't you put a bit of a huh in the whip?"
"A bit like wuh-hip."
"Yeah, that'll do."
"I sound like somebody trying to be hip or cool."
"It is unusual for you, but wonders will never cease to amaze me." Sid looked at Arthur's shake, "Do you mean his shaking hands or his drink Author?" he asked me.
"His drink, I never noticed his hands shaking."
"Are his hands shaking?"
Arthur's hands were shaking.
"Why are your hands shaking?" Sid asked Arthur.
"Cold?"
"Don't you know?"
"Well this shake is extremely cold."
"What is a puggleberry anyway?"
"I don't know, it tastes a bit like a cross between a plum and a strawberry."
"It should really be called a plumberry then."
"A plumberry," mused Arthur, "that sounds a bit like a rich toff wearing a beret."
Sid shook his head and took another bite of his reflection bar, "Roll on tomorrow's story," he sighed.

Holiday Pun Battle

"So what shall we pun about?" asked Arthur.
"Happy holidays," replied Sid.
"Christmas?"
"Just holidays, so people can read this short story all year."
"So you expect people to read this short story all year?"
"If you can be funny enough."
"Why...." Arthur picked up something to hit Sid with.
"May day,"
"Who are you asking to rescue you?" asked Arthur as he refrained from hitting Sid on the head with a wet fish.
"That's the holiday pun, your turn."
"Oh," thought Arthur as he dropped the fish. "I think I had better punch you instead."
"Why?"
"Boxing day?"
"Wait until the day before Saturday, the weather is supposed to be excellent."
"?"
"Good Friday?"
"I think I need a vacation from this story."
"Leave then."
"What?"
"Annual leave?"
"Oh. Er, I like that heavy rock group that sang 'Paranoid'."
"Who was that then?"
"Black Sabbatical?"
"I know why you like that song, it's because you are paranoid. Let's go and get some money for a slap up fish dinner."
"We can't."
"Why?"
"The banks are closed. It's a bank holiday."
Just then this short story ended quite abruptly.

The Time Sid and Arthur Appeared.

Sid and Arthur appear.
“Very descriptive Author,” moaned Sid, “it’s a wonder that you don’t blow everyone’s minds with your great descriptions.”
“Now steady on Sid,” intoned Arthur, “we mustn't insult him too much, or he might make us stop existing.”
“And kill the cash cow?”
“Cash cow!”
“Well, cash beef burger maybe.”
I thought I would describe their situation a little better…
“Situation,” fretted Arthur, “I didn't know we were going to be in a situation. I shall have to complain to the funny character’s union, I wasn’t expecting so much overtime at Christmas, I wanted to spend it with my family.”
“Arianne you mean,” commented I.
“Well…yes.”
“So you don’t want to be in this story then?”
“How much money will I be getting?”
“I thought you did these things for love not money.”
Sid piped up, but not with pipes, “He’s just being lazy, he doesn’t want to do any work really, for love nor money.”
Arthur blustered.
“Stop blustering Arthur, you sound like a storm coming in from the east.”
“Well!” welled Arthur as he fell down a well.
“Take him out of the well Author then you will un-well him.”
Arthur grimaced as he was un-welled.
“Grimacing now eh?” queried Sid, “next you’ll be chuntering and moaning.”
The king of the Britons tried to stop chuntering and moaning but he found it very hard with two of us ganging up on him. “That’s it, I am going for a rest break, I’m sick of this.” He stormed off of the set while chuntering and moaning.
“Right now let’s get on with this situation,” ordered Sid as he looked about him.
So, I again attempted to describe their, his, situation. I had not actually thought of anything, seeing as this was only supposed to be a simple short story.
“Do you need some help with where I am Author?” Sid asked me.
“Oh, go on then.”
“We could be in those droplet things that you have just incarcerated Lizzie McBean in, in Attack on Thera?”
“How did Arthur just walk through them and off the set then?”
“They are supposed to be props.”
“And what’s that well doing in the prison?”
“They need to get water from somewhere.”
“I just use a tap. A well isn’t very sci-fi is it.”
“Where do you want us to be then?”
“Somewhere in the Time Backwater, somewhere you haven’t been yet.”
“Good, so where is it then, seeing as I haven’t been there yet?”
“The swimming pool.”
And as I said that Sid fell into the swimming pool of precinct 12.
“Glub,” he glubbed being totally unprepared for such an event. “I’ll drown, I’m still in me chain armour.”
I changed his clothes into a one-piece swimming costume, he floated up from the bottom.
As he bobbed around in the water he asked, “What was that situation again?”
A shark appeared from a gate at the end of the pool.
“A SHARK!!!” exclaimed Sid as he frantically swam towards the side to try to get out before he was eaten. His little legs did not appear to be working too well and he looked like he might get eaten.
At that juncture Arthur popped his head around the pool doors, “Did you want me to get you a cup of coffee Sid,” he asked, then spotted Sid.
“You fool,” shouted Sid as giant spots appeared on his bathing costume, “don’t spot me, shoot the shark with your electric pistol.
“But er…” butted Arthur.
“DO IT!”
Arthur shot the shark, missed, and a giant arc of electricity hit the water shocking both Sid and the shark. The jolt to the little dwarf’s system meant he shot to the side of the pool and jumped out. His hair was frizzy. He was very angry with Arthur, “Nincompoop.”
“Now, now,” smirked Arthur as he waved his electric pistol, “I did save you.”
“You may have done, but now I have frizzy hair!” As he grabbed his hair a clump of it fell out.
“Well you know what they say, hair today gone tomorrow.”
Sid chased after him as he ran back towards the canteen.

Today's story is...

Today's story is...
"Is what?" asked Sid.
"Is still to be written?" thought I.
"Are you thinking again Author? You know that's a dangerous thing for you to do."
"Are you being funny again Sid? You know that's a dangerous thing for you to do."
"Using italics to denote emphasis again are you, you know if you do it too much it looks like you're thinking."
"So this looks like I'm thinking?"
"Well it would've done if you hadn't surrounded it in brackets. Mmm..." he thought, "surrounded in brackets, that sounds a little like stock falling on you in the bracket section of a hardware store."

Two Sid's

Sid ran over to the hologram creation hub. He tapped some parameters into it, "Parameters shamameters," he moaned, "come on, hurry up." Another Sid the dwarf appeared in front of him.
"Two Sid the dwarves," said I, "why is that Sid?"
"I am hoping that two Sid's is funnier than one."
"Are."
"Are what? Or are you trying to be a pirate 'Arrrr!'"
"Sid, it's getting close to Christmas, talking like a pirate day was months ago."
"So instead of saying yo ho ho, I should be saying ho ho ho?"
"That sounds about right."
"So what about me?" asked the second Sid.
"So so so," so'd I.
"Sounds like a slave driver in a sweatshop," joked the real Sid.

TTB story one

I was up too late last night changing the story round for Attack on Thera. Tried to plan a few ideas for it today but I really need to sit down quietly and put my imagination to work.


I will try to write a Sid and Arthur short story every day until the 31st. Some stories will be shorter than others.

Somewhere in the Time Backwater, where Fayebaloo and Splob have now (if you can have a now in the Time Backwater) made their home. They wanted to be quite close to the pneuma lifts so that they could listen to the music. They no longer had to steal from the acquisition machines and life was pretty decent, they even had proper jobs. Fayebaloo fixed broken droids and she had the head of one in her hands, "Alas poor Yorick..." she began to quote.
"Began to quote," said Sid, "that sounds a bit like an estate agent who just goes to give a quote and something happens to him or her."
Fayebaloo dropped the head, "Yikes!" she yiked, "I thought you were Splob. What are you doing in our home?"
"I came to see you."
"Don't you knock?"
"Only my knees sometimes, in desperate situations, but I don't like to confess that too often in case they think I'm a coward."
"Noel Coward?"
"No El, that sounds either like Superman's cousin or someone who is related to Santa Claus."
She picked the head up again and then asked him, "So is this visit for any other reason than the Author wanted to write a short funny story to give away free over Christmas?"
Sid thought for a bit then he pondered, "No."
"I think you'll have to make it a bit funnier than that."
"No blurple?"
"What's blurple got to do with it?"
"It's a funny word so that makes it funnier."
"Sillier if you ask me."
"I didn't."
"What?"
"Ask you."
"Well maybe you should have, or at least knocked before you turned up."
"Shall I do the knocking thing again Author?" he asked me.
"You didn't knock the first time," said I, "that's why she's complaining."
"But you had me appear here, so it's your fault."
"Your fault," mused I, "that sounds like something my mother-in-law would say to me, especially over Christmas."
Sid and Fayebaloo looked at each other and did that hand sign that lets people know that 'he's a bit mad' before I made him vanish again until the next short story.

The North Pole

I wrote about 300 words of Attack on Thera today, on my iPad. I wasn't planning to but I did. I am sending Lizzie to the North Pole. Now to understand that reference it would be good if you had read The Sun Thief.

Valve scam

I managed to finish typing in chapter 4 of SAASA today. Haven't had chance to put it on Wattpad yet. Have had to do all of my reTweeting on an iPad.

Today I found out about a new type of scam, sort of. The other day my wife went out in the car and got a puncture. Somebody helped her pump it up (the funny thing was that when it went down again at her mother's the neighbour offered to help her and it turned out to be the same man!) and she was able to get home. Today when it went down it was too bad. I managed to pump it up but the valve appeared faulty. It got me round to my brother-in-law's garage and my son-in-law got me a replacement. When he replaced the valve I told him that my tyre and two of the tyres of different neighbours had also gone flat in the past week. He told me about a sort of scam where scrap metal collectors let down tyres on purpose. If they still find the tyres flat after a few days then they ask at the owner's houses to see if they want to sell the car.

When he checked my old valve it appeared as though somebody had tried to remove it already with the wrong kind of tool.

Seal it up properly.

I typed in another 1,000 words of SAASA today. Also did about 200 words of planning for the end of Attack on Thera, it will need more planning to seal it up properly. Seal it up properly sounds like making sure you have enough performing seals to make the stage play work!

I should do some...

I managed to type in 1,000 words today. Need to put some onto Wattpad, thanks for reminding me. Have been thinking that I should do some Sid and Arthur short stories over Christmas. I might be able to give them away on Smashwords afterwards.


Today's joke is:

A neutron walks into a bar and asks, "How much for a drink?"

The bartender replies, "For you, no charge!"

Washed Out

I typed in about 1,000 words of SAASA today, put 200 words of it on Wattpad. Also wrote about 50 words that might go into chapter 5. Still felt a little washed out after being ill yesterday.


Today's joke is

Escalators don't break down... they just turn into stairs!

Yesterday's Punchline

I typed in 200 words of SAASA chapter three and put it on Wattpad. Also put the full, as yet unproofed, version of The Victoria Conspiracy and Attack on Thera on Wattpad.

"So you want me to say something funny?" said Sid.
"Something funny?" I replied.
"No I'm supposed to say something funny, not you."
"Go on then."
"What?"
"Say something funny."
"Something funny..."
"Now that's the kind of humour that has made me an internationally unrecognised Author."
"More fool you, you should have let me do the punchline."
"Go on then."
"Two boxers in a ring, what does one say to the other?"
"You do the punchline?"
"That is the punchline."
"The punchline is 'you do the punchline'?"
Sid just walked away without even replying and thought I wish I was in the ring with the Author, I'd show him the punchline then!

Poorly

I was poorly today when I came back from town so I went to bed. I did type in about 200 words of SAASA and put it on Wattpad this morning. I am going to not do any writing tonight. I am going back to doing 500 words a day and having Saturday and Sunday off. Only if I don't hit the target will I do any writing on Saturday. I only need to do 200 words to finish chapter 4 of SAASA, then I can turn it into OWIA 16. I plan to do something else next week such as proof The Victoria Conspiracy or maybe revise what I have done for Attack on Thera.

Today's joke is:

Why was the guy looking for fast food on his friend?

Because his friend said, 'Dinner on me'!

LMB if you know what I mea...

So today my greenhouse blew a piece of perspex out. A piece of perspex hit the Sky LMB and snapped the holding ring, I've had to fix it with Sellotape for now, and my dustbins fell over. I was praying in the bath that my windows on the greenhouse wouldn't blow out, that was one of the problems it is supposed to have. I didn't finish putting that one in properly the other night. It now has a chip in one of the corners. I felt a bit of a failure that my stuff had fallen apart after prayer. I sort of prayed that other people's slates wouldn't fall off etc. I did not watch the news (after all the LMB did break when I started watching it) until tonight. My small events were nothing compared to the whole east side of the country!



I did manage to write 500 words of SAASA and type in about 200. Also put about 150 words of it on Wattpad. Also started revising and editing Attack on Thera. Queen Victoria is no longer rescued half way through but now at the end. (Which means she isn't rescued yet seeing as I haven't finished the end!)


Today's joke is:


Why do fish live in salt water?


Because pepper makes them sneeze!

About 30 words off

I just about wrote 500 words of SAASA today, about 30 words off. Typed about 120 words in and put what I typed in yesterday on Wattpad. Tried to plan it a bit more and read a scene from TST to see if I could make it funny.

Today's joke is:

Where does bad light go?

To prism!

Misdirectional pun

I typed in about 120 words of SAASA and wrote another 600 just finishing at about 11 PM. Didn't like the funniness but left it on a good misdirectional pun. Also found out that I was getting confused with the story, I hope that adds to the humour.

Today's joke is:

What do you call an illegally parked frog?

Toad!

OWIA SAASA

I managed to write 500 words of chapter four of Sid and Arthur's Steampunk Adventure. I also put OWIA 10 on Amazon with the new beginning, I tried to make it more readable/funnier. Typed in 220 words of SAASA chapter 3. Felt better about not being pushed to do it as I felt when doing the NaNo Managed all of my ReTweets!

Today's joke is:

Did you hear about the angry pancake?

He just flipped!