Coming soon : an illustrated tale of madness, love and hate.

Reminds me of the Theo Fukanopolis skits from The 12th Man...

Let's get this thing rolling...

So.


I was enjoying my summer vacation, somewhere in the South of France.


Mrs GL kept complaining about how boring the whole thing was.

We needed more action.
Really.

A few more days and I would turn local.


That's when we got a phone call from Greece.


"Somethings is wrong. Very wrong.", she said.

We jumped on the first ship heading to Rhodes.


We were on our way.

And a Ménage à trois?

The trip was long.

For days and days, all we could see was the sea.

I must have stopped paying attention, after a while.
Because I didn't see the rocks coming.


We ran to the lifeboats.

And finally, we found ourselves on the shore.


We would have to walk.



But at least we were there.

We abandonned our lifeboat.


And we walked.


And when we were too tired to keep walking, we walked some more.


Finally, the road took one last turn...

... and we found ourselves in a city.

We found the area where we were suppposed to meet our Greek contact.


Colonel Strivopoulos was right on time.
She showed us the way to the headquarters.




There we were : the main base.


We deployed all our equipment.


Colonel Strivopoulos briefed us.


"It's the damn music.
Every fucking night.
Cheesy traditional tunes are playing over and over.
Nobody can sleep.
Nobody!
The whole country is getting more and more on edge.
Sleep deprivation has led to catastrophic accidents.
And it's just the beginning.
Our goal is to find the source of this Evil, and put an end to it."

Night fell shortly after this conversation.


As expected, we could not sleep.


I took some lessons in Greek-style driving.


Meanwhile, Mrs GL was planning our investigation for the next day.

On the next morning, I drove the team out of town.


We found the remains of a crashed bus.

Probably one more victim of the cheesy-music-induced sleep-deprivation.

We took a closer look.


Walking back to our car, we found a cat.


He told us he knew about our quest, and was offering the help of his people.

"If the humans die of exhaustion", he said, "who's going to feed us?"

Following his indications, we arrived at the entrance of a huge castle.


There, a low-rank cat led us through the maze.


In the throne room, the King of Cats revealed what he knew about the source of the cheesy music.

"Up in the mountains, the evil Belgians have built a broadcasting tower.
They're using the maddening power of Sirtaki to weaken the population.
And when the time comes, they will take over the country."

quote:

evil Belgians

hehehe...

This would make a great children's book.

We left the Royal Palace.


Outside, the Royal Guards were having a nap.


We were on our way.


Although the Cat King had given us detailed instructions regarding the location of the nefarious antenna...

... we found out that we couldn't read the cat language.

Out of the shadow, came a ninja-cat.
The King had sent him as our hidden escort.

"I'll guide you", he said.

And, indeed, a forest of antennae soon appeared out of the trees.


There is was. The main broadcasting tower.


"How are we going to get rid of it?"

I had an idea.

I drove back to the big city, and hired a fire-juggler.


I took the guy back to the antenna.
And he did his thing.


Pretty soon, the tower was nothing more than scrap metal.

This was a severe blow to the Belgians.
The Kommandantür was in a panic.


We drove back to the castle.


There, the cats threw a party for us.
We had a feast.


Many squids were served.


The Cat King himself, joined us at the table.


Mrs GL was introduced to various cat-dance moves.


And all was well.

Finally, we could return to our holiday activities.


Doing nothing. Waiting for the next adventure.




Recently, we've been hearing about the Italian Threat.



But that'll be another story.


- THE END -

Italian kamaki* indeed!


*_{fish hunting spear/greek slang for picking up chicks}

It's all bitches and malakes, if you ask me.

Well Done! Bravo!

_{I guess it's my turn hah...}

Man, Arkan sets the bar too high. You guys are not getting a story from me.

*applause*