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Project Boussh
Marbles (Or The Lack Thereof) - Episode One: Project Boussh
A Spoof by Sylvana Lorrdain
With thanks to Alisky for planting the idea, and Becki for putting up
with the occasional  odd question.
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Slowly, the door to the castle creaked open, a silent figure stealing
into the room.  Quietly, it tip-toed past the room's sleeping occupant. 
A hand reached out to the top of the dresser, where a small velvet bag of
marbles lay in an open piccolo case.  

Becki sighed in her sleep, then rolled over, pulling the comforter up
more tightly around her shoulders.  The figure froze, afraid it had
awoken the sleeping girl, but soon her breathing evened out again. 
Carefully, the small bag was picked up and put in a formless back-pack,
and the figure slipped from the room like a forgotten shadow.

"One down," the shadow whispered, "thirteen to go."

Room by room, the figure slipped in and out again with the few remaining
marbles in Mendellia.  It was almost caught several times, but by biding
its time, it was as a forgotten bump in the night.

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"My last marbles!" the cry rang reverberated throughout the castle.  Even
Scifantasy, who had hidden his last marble in the toe of his boot, hoping
it to be safe, had been robbed.  

Morwen looked behind the small false casing in her computer, to find the
last three marbles she owned to be missing.  Crispy and Nick had both set
ewok guards, but the guards had seen nothing, having been enticed away
from their posts by the smell of delicious roast meat.  Vickie had
attached hers to the bottom of her lightsabre's hilt, and yet it had been
pried loose as though it were a cheap jewel in a child's play crown. 
Emily's had been stolen from beneath her penguin's nest, Alison's from
the loose stone in her wall.  Pol's had disappeared from the perceived
safe place of an empty blaster's power pack.  Brad frowned, and growled
in frustration, when he found his precious few marbles gone from the
corner of the windowsill.  Psycho Suicide Boy found the small compartment
in his Harrier model empty.  Mike searched through his bag of tricks as
though he'd lost his life, but when he couldn't find his final marbles he
shrugged, "No matter," then he pulled out a whoopie cushion to use later
that day. Prophet Kristy opened her Book of Wedge, and screamed, "They stole my 
last marble!  And Wedge actually had touched it!!!!"

And Thayer, the poor, dear Lord Dictator of Mendellia.  He checked the
epaulets of his most frivolous dress uniform, to find the small space
between the shoulder tassel and the shoulder of the jacket empty of
marbles.  "I never liked this suit anyway. . . ."

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Russell Crowe fell on his bed, laughing  his head off.  "I got them!  Days
of casing the bloody place, and I got all their smegging marbles!"