Post by Nava on May 9, 2017 0:56:53 GMT
Fortuneteller Jiji whizzed over the lush green Jollywood hills, gazing out across the beautiful scenery. On the horizon, "JOLLYWOOD" was spelled out in letters so large that they were practically pimples on the landscape.
Down below, in the valley just outside of the West Capitol, there were small towns and large sectioned off areas of land used exclusively as sets for the newest Jollywood blockbusters.
Crisp Handsome's "To Detain a Diddler" was actually Jiji's favorite earth television show! He loved ogling up the cute ladies who populated its episodes, and Crisp Handsome was no eyesore himself!
But was that yellow majin telling the truth? Would Nava really get his own episode, and a chance to get up close and personal with Mr. Handsome himself? There was only one way to find out!
Quickly descending into the valley below, Jiji soon found himself inundated in the crowd, bustling left and right, nobody pausing to pay attention to a short old man. The fortuneteller was buffeted senseless, spinning around in circles before plopping down on his bottom. There was no way he was going to get anyone in the crowd to pay him any attention…
Perfect!
Immediately, Jiji leapt into the air, hitching a ride on the booty of a preoccupied looking woman. Talking into a headset on her z-phone, she didn't even realize her passenger had come along for the ride. The Majin actress quickly wove through the crowd, emerging finally at an office building.
The old coot scrambled inside, and when he got to the front desk, only the tip of his pointy straw hat was barely high enough to be visible! "Heh heh— Excuse me young lady," the old man spoke to the feminine looking secretary who was decidedly not a young lady, "Do you know how I could get to Mr. Crisp Handsome's studio?"
Just then, a passerby who was walking through the lobby of the office building paused, putting his hands on his hips and turning to the old man. Rumors about Vi Poi's little incident in Satan City had spread far and wide through the upper echelons of the BBA, and a campaign to put the old man on "To Detain a Diddler" had become the gag of the week. There was no way that this old man was the guy…
"You looking for Crisp Handsome?" The BBA official spoke, trying his best at a Jollywood cool.
"Mister Handsome~!" Jiji cried in lust, eyes immediately filled with a mischievously diddling glare—
"No, no!" The man waved his hands urgently in denial, "I'm just a friend of his!"
"Ohh then… heh… HEH HEH HEH —HORF" Jiji broke out into a coughing laugh before turning back to the blue uniformed man with a grin. "I'm scheduled for a spot on Mr. Handsome's television programe," The old man grinned, pulling out his crystal ball and setting it down on the floor. Sure enough, within moments, a projection of the scene with Vi and Ornion holographed into the air.
"You’re gonna be on the latest episode of Crisp Handsome’s To Detain a Diddler!" Chirped Ornion, prompting a scraggletoothed grin from Jiji.
The Blue Banner official could barely suppress his laughter as he turned away, swiping a radio off of his belt and speaking into it. "Someone send word up to the Premier," he snickered into his receiver, "We've found the diddler!"
Vi-Poi
Down below, in the valley just outside of the West Capitol, there were small towns and large sectioned off areas of land used exclusively as sets for the newest Jollywood blockbusters.
Crisp Handsome's "To Detain a Diddler" was actually Jiji's favorite earth television show! He loved ogling up the cute ladies who populated its episodes, and Crisp Handsome was no eyesore himself!
But was that yellow majin telling the truth? Would Nava really get his own episode, and a chance to get up close and personal with Mr. Handsome himself? There was only one way to find out!
Quickly descending into the valley below, Jiji soon found himself inundated in the crowd, bustling left and right, nobody pausing to pay attention to a short old man. The fortuneteller was buffeted senseless, spinning around in circles before plopping down on his bottom. There was no way he was going to get anyone in the crowd to pay him any attention…
Perfect!
Immediately, Jiji leapt into the air, hitching a ride on the booty of a preoccupied looking woman. Talking into a headset on her z-phone, she didn't even realize her passenger had come along for the ride. The Majin actress quickly wove through the crowd, emerging finally at an office building.
The old coot scrambled inside, and when he got to the front desk, only the tip of his pointy straw hat was barely high enough to be visible! "Heh heh— Excuse me young lady," the old man spoke to the feminine looking secretary who was decidedly not a young lady, "Do you know how I could get to Mr. Crisp Handsome's studio?"
Just then, a passerby who was walking through the lobby of the office building paused, putting his hands on his hips and turning to the old man. Rumors about Vi Poi's little incident in Satan City had spread far and wide through the upper echelons of the BBA, and a campaign to put the old man on "To Detain a Diddler" had become the gag of the week. There was no way that this old man was the guy…
"You looking for Crisp Handsome?" The BBA official spoke, trying his best at a Jollywood cool.
"Mister Handsome~!" Jiji cried in lust, eyes immediately filled with a mischievously diddling glare—
"No, no!" The man waved his hands urgently in denial, "I'm just a friend of his!"
"Ohh then… heh… HEH HEH HEH —HORF" Jiji broke out into a coughing laugh before turning back to the blue uniformed man with a grin. "I'm scheduled for a spot on Mr. Handsome's television programe," The old man grinned, pulling out his crystal ball and setting it down on the floor. Sure enough, within moments, a projection of the scene with Vi and Ornion holographed into the air.
"You’re gonna be on the latest episode of Crisp Handsome’s To Detain a Diddler!" Chirped Ornion, prompting a scraggletoothed grin from Jiji.
The Blue Banner official could barely suppress his laughter as he turned away, swiping a radio off of his belt and speaking into it. "Someone send word up to the Premier," he snickered into his receiver, "We've found the diddler!"
Vi-Poi