It was a saturday in May, a saturday much like any other in the city. The smog was low, the temperature high and children were playing in the street by fire hydrants. Unbeknownst to the man on the street, dark forces were plotting to bring chaos and mayhem to Hedge End.
The bouncy castle man drove up the street nonchalently, the evil glint in his eye hidden by his dark sunglasses, he pulled up to a house and got out. Sliding back on the door on his transit van his, small, furtive, and somewhat emo looking, apprentice emerged, dragging behind him a shapeless mass of of brightly coloured canvas and an air compressor.
As a cloud crossed the sun the bouncy castle man stood tall and muttered to himself, "They are going to rue this day, and rue it hard."
They worked fast and smoothly, maybe a little too fast and too smoothly, and in minutes the compressor was buzzing and on the the previously empty driveway stood a tall, garish, but inviting bouncy castle, silently urging passersby to come for just one bounce.
As the bouncy castle man disappeared into the distance, the sun came out and man took off his shoes and edged slowly forward onto the bouncy castle.
He was hesitant at first, bouncing cautiously in the middle, as he relaxed he bounced higher and higher, the bouncy castle was feeding his ego, urging him on, telling him how magnificent he looked.
He was sucked in and broke out the big moves, back flips, somersaults, swan dives, even the worm.
From inside the bouncy castle everything looked fine, but from the outside onlookers saw it hunch down, coil up, preparing to attack. Children screamed, women fainted and BAM! the bouncy castle struck. It flung the man up in to the air like a rag doll, he tumbled back to towards the canvas, landing on this back, as he did so his legs came up by his head, a ripping sound reverberated through his ears, agony exploding in his thigh.
Lightning flashed, thunder boomed and in an instant the bouncy castle had vanished leaving its victim whimpering like a child.
The bouncy castle man drove up the street nonchalently, the evil glint in his eye hidden by his dark sunglasses, he pulled up to a house and got out. Sliding back on the door on his transit van his, small, furtive, and somewhat emo looking, apprentice emerged, dragging behind him a shapeless mass of of brightly coloured canvas and an air compressor.
As a cloud crossed the sun the bouncy castle man stood tall and muttered to himself, "They are going to rue this day, and rue it hard."
They worked fast and smoothly, maybe a little too fast and too smoothly, and in minutes the compressor was buzzing and on the the previously empty driveway stood a tall, garish, but inviting bouncy castle, silently urging passersby to come for just one bounce.
As the bouncy castle man disappeared into the distance, the sun came out and man took off his shoes and edged slowly forward onto the bouncy castle.
He was hesitant at first, bouncing cautiously in the middle, as he relaxed he bounced higher and higher, the bouncy castle was feeding his ego, urging him on, telling him how magnificent he looked.
He was sucked in and broke out the big moves, back flips, somersaults, swan dives, even the worm.
From inside the bouncy castle everything looked fine, but from the outside onlookers saw it hunch down, coil up, preparing to attack. Children screamed, women fainted and BAM! the bouncy castle struck. It flung the man up in to the air like a rag doll, he tumbled back to towards the canvas, landing on this back, as he did so his legs came up by his head, a ripping sound reverberated through his ears, agony exploding in his thigh.
Lightning flashed, thunder boomed and in an instant the bouncy castle had vanished leaving its victim whimpering like a child.
Looks painful though, I bet you're having trouble sitting with your leg like that.
teehee