Adventure Blimp

Off we went, pirates with lost salty souls, hell bent on time travel and adventure.

"Who can tie a rope? Demanded the excitable Hatter.

"We don't need a rope if we don't intend to dock," said the sprightly Sage.

"Damn the rope," cried the salty Sea Witch. "A rope will weigh us down almost as much as children or ambition."

And with that they climbed aboard the hovering vessel and threw the anchor to the fire escape below. Only the heavens and hovering police helicopters could track their trek or cared for their gate.

After they had sailed or rather floated with a quickened trajectory for three weeks time (with nothing to eat but black currents and each others toe jam) they spied a curious effect.

There in the clouds that followed their trail appeared to be some kind of smiling cat. A UFO of feline proportion.


"Oh look at the alien pussy!" Cried the Hatter.

And look they did.

"We don't one here!" Said the slightly jealous Sea Witch, fearing hair balls and bad intention.

"Maybe she has food," said the quick think Sage.

And with that smart, ego sustaining insight, they waved the pussy to board. And board she did.. Although it wasn't a cat at all. It was in fact a cousin of the Hatter. A long lost relative, who despite numerous attempts to contact the Hatter through Facebook, he was forced to adopt the method of a floating pussy to garner his attention.



After a meal of tinned sardines and graham crackers, they docked (using the manpussy's rope) at a Paris cafe where they sipped absinthe tea well into the day and the night and the next morning.