All the castoffs are hanging around the camp, either in their hammocks or on their beanbags. Except for Dalton, who is again on the phone.

ItzLisa: It is way too hot here, Supe, can you make it really windy and cool us off.

Superman: *WWHHhhhhhoooosssssshhhhhhhh*

ItzLisa: Thanks Supe.

Desert Rhino: I am getting a little bored herewith little to do. Dalton isn't responding to my charms like I thought she would.

Dalton: Shhh, I am in the middle of something important.

Vampkira: Like what?

Dalton: Jesse Helms may retire.

SkierDude: Kewl

Desert Rhino: The next time that kid says a word, I am strapping him to that large rocket I found, and of course pointed it at the soundstage where BV is taped, and setting it off. All in favor?

SkierDude: Dude, Kewl.

Desert Rhino, Pepe, and Superman grab Skierdude, strap him on and Desert Rhino lights the rocket and they all watch it fly off in the distance,Skierdude yelling, KEWLLLLLL

Pepe: Zhat vas cool. I despised zat kid. Eye am zo glad zat my Dangerkeety didn't have to suffer zim.

VampKira: *sigh* I wonder if anyone has passed my DAW mark yet.

Superman: I wouldn't let that happen, you know that my vampire of the night.

VampKira: *sigh*

The castoffs hear someone walking towards them.

ItzLisa: Who's there?

The REAL Pepe: Hi all! Its me, back from my honeymoon.

VampKira: OMG, who's that then

Pepe: Thats the guy I hired to take my place. I was getting married, do you think I would forgo my honeymoon and spend the time here? See ya Carl

Carl: Hey buddy. Thank GAWD (email check) you came when you did. I was getting real sick and tired of zalking like zis.

ItzLisa: How was the honeymoon Pepe? Tell us everything?

Superman: Vamp, its time.

VampKira: *sigh* My hero and I would love to hear about this when we come back, but we have previous plans. *giggle*

Everyone: Bye!

Desert Rhino: I really want to get off this island. I have so much more stuff I could be doing.

Pepe: Like what?

Desert Rhino: I need to get my Survivor Four video ready. I will get on that show someday. Plus, I need to make my kids lunches for the next month. They must be running low soon.

ItzLisa: I am going to Korea, so I need to go soon too. I have so much to do to get ready, plus get in a few hundred more DAWS

Pepe: Me too, I just got married for crissake

Half and mile away, Superman and VampKira

VampKira: Do you think they suspect anything?

Superman: How could they my sweet? Everyone thinks that we are all about sex, but damnit, their is more to me than just a great body and tights. But do you think anyone sees that?

VampKira gets in the classic Lois Lane/Superman pose: Lets go.

Superman and VampKira fly off

ItzLisa: My boyfriend and I are going to Korea to help out the less fortunate there. I don't think Surv can boast that, can he?

Pepe: No Itz, I think you are right. Anyone want to see the magnets I brought back as gifts.

Desert Rhino: Dude, you don't have to bribe us with gifts.

Pepe: I know, I just want to show you where I have been. I also have slides.

Dalton: STOP RIGHT THERE! I have to get off this island like yesterday!

ItzLisa: I want to see the slides though.

Pepe: Yeah, they are not boring slides. Me and Mrs Le Pew eating lobster, at the coast, here we are in front of some statue...

Dalton: STOP! I don't care about that! I have to get off this island. Where is Superman!

Superman: You called? Ask and ye shall recieve.

Dalton: Get me off this island. Do not think I don't know where you have been flying VampKira too.

Itz, Pepe, Desert Rhino: WHAT????

VampKira: Please Dalton, I just found out.

Superman: I am so proud of you Vampy.

Desert Rhino: Where have you two been going?

Superman: Ok, I will tell you. Every night when you all think Vamp and I are, well,

VampKira: *blush* Superman has been flying me off the island so I can try out to be a backup singer for Micheal Jackson.

Superman: and she got chosen to be a backup singer when he goes to Madison Square Garden.

ItzLisa: Oh La La! Thats wonderful Vamp *hugs Vamp*

Dalton: I MUST go now, Superman, do you hear me? Dubya needs my advice about stem cell research and he needs me to have a sit down with him and his top advisors.

Pepe: Can you take all of us Supe? I mean, I am still a newlywed.

Superman: Ok, but we are breaking our contract with the Evil Overlord.

Desert Rhino: I don't really care.

Superman: Ok,but before we go Itz, I got you lots of donations and staples for you to bring to Korea with you. While Vamp has been singing her little arse off, I have been going door to door raising money for you.

Itz: Oh Supe, you are the man.

VampKira: *sigh*

All: Bue MonkeyBoy Island

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I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas eve, and I believe in long, slow,deep, soft, wet kisses that last for three days. Goodnight.

• RE: The Final Transcript from MonkeyBoy Island,Monkeyboy, 06:59 PM, 08-06-01
  • RE: The Final Transcript from MonkeyBoy Island,LadyT, 08:00 PM, 08-06-01
    • RE: The Final Transcript from MonkeyBoy Island,Monkeyboy, 08:07 PM, 08-06-01
      • RE: The Final Transcript from MonkeyBoy Island,LadyT, 09:17 PM, 08-06-01
        • ROFL T & Mb,Outfrontgirl, 11:38 PM, 08-06-01
• RE: The Final Transcript from MonkeyBoy Island,idiotcowboy, 07:10 PM, 08-06-01
• RE: The Final Transcript from MonkeyBoy Island,George Tirebiter, 08:07 PM, 08-06-01
  • This is NO joke!,Monkeyboy, 08:23 PM, 08-06-01
    • RE: This is NO joke!,George Tirebiter, 08:37 PM, 08-06-01
    • hey monkeedude,Outfrontgirl, 11:19 PM, 08-06-01
      • RE: hey monkeedude,George Tirebiter, 11:35 PM, 08-06-01
        • It's settled...welcome aboard!,Monkeyboy, 11:17 PM, 08-14-01

LAST EDITED ON 08-06-01 AT 07:31 PM (EST)

Lady_T,
This very well written and funny, but you've just brought up
an issue I need to address now. I will be sending the legal notice as soon as our correspondence is done.
Since my business mamnager arranged a "contract" with
Blowsvivor Productions LLC Inc. (aka Shakesvivor Inc), we have graciously accepted the castoffs for the duration of the production. However, we have yet to receive one cent to pay for their stay.
Unlike my REGULAR guests, our arrangement for payment with a Mr. Shakes T. Clown was very clear and iron clad from the beginning.

At this point drastic measures need to be taken. Until we receive payment in full.....the BLOWSVIVOR castoffs will be held on the island against their will.
We look forward to payment in full so we can either continue housing the castoffs or get these dirty, foul mouthed, crude, trouble making, whiney, sex crazed fools off our island. The monkey butlers are tired of having their red-hineys constantly grabbed by these weirdos.
Sincerely,
Monkeyboy

P.S. I believe the final line of your transcipt should read "Bye Monkeyboy Island" (the "b" is not capitalized)
>All: Bue MonkeyBoy Island

Hey Monkeyboy, see what I am playing? Its the world's tiniest violin playing My heart bleeds for you.

What more do you want? The island is named after you and I gave you a nice cameo in a Brady story. Now you want payment? Jeezzz
Look at the publicity you are getting.
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I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas eve, and I believe in long, slow,deep, soft, wet kisses that last for three days. Goodnight.

Lady_T,
Don't even go there!
We want our $450,000...OR ELSE!
I'm sorry it's come to this, but I'm done playing around with
big shot Hollywood people.
I don't want this to get any uglier than it already is getting.

*looks in his mailbox for the check...but it still hasn't come*

The day that LadyT Productions hands over $450,000 to your MonkeyButt is the day that I get lucky with the Colbster

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I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas eve, and I believe in long, slow,deep, soft, wet kisses that last for three days. Goodnight.

oooh, that transcript was so funny....please don't cut us off by not writing a sequel. That was a perfect tie in with everything. Every single character got their moment. Well, poor Dude (moment of silence).

Monkeyboy, you are such an entertaining mischiefmaker! I heard you were disgruntled, but I had no idea! LMAO at your demands and your disgust with your skanky guests and their horny ways.

T, this line just cracks me up!

>The day that LadyT Productions hands
>over $450,000 to your MonkeyButt
>is the day that I
>get lucky with the Colbster

Oh my! Are you feeling lucky?

Excellent as aways T!!!

I always figured there was more to Vamp and Supe, but I never would have guessed...

-ICB

ROFL! But I'm all confused--are they still there, or actually held hostage by the angry munky? And what happens with the next bootee? Will he have to be sequestered at the nearest Motel 6?

GT

Georgie,
You think this is funny! This is reality lady!
I once killed a pig with my bare hand...and then followed up by pushing a guy into a fire.
You don't want to mess with us!
Me and my monkey-hitmen can be your worst nightmares.
We've broken thumbs just because they wouldn't give us bananas!
If we don't get our money, things are going to get ugly!
The castoffs aren't going anywhere until we get our $450,000.

LMAO, minky! You go right on and get serious--I think it's horrible that you've been expected to foot the bill for all this without one centavo offered in exchange!

So you were behind the whole Skupin scenario, eh? Kewl!

Apey--once when we were travelling from Kansas City, we stopped to get gas in a little podunk place; they had a little freak show set up by the gas pumps, including a sad little chimp in a tiny cage. I didn't have a banana to give him--all that was in my purse was a roll of Certs. Do you think it was okay to feed them to him? or did I do him great harm by letting him have the whole roll? His fingers looked like he was encouraged to be a chain-smoker, so I figured Certs were the least of his worries. As our resident expert, do you think I acted in his best interest, or should I continue to feel guilty for not busting him out of that hell-hole? I just couldn't bear the thought of trying to outrun those smarmy Southern cops--and besides, our little car was full up with pets and kids.

*hugs to the ornery monkey*

GT

hey monkeedude,

wear ar U cumming from demonding pavement from Laidy T and the Probster.

after U let em strap me down and blast me OFF lik sum kinda NASA misshun? Due U hav any ID howmuch that Burnd when I like landed in there CAMPFIRE????? doo you?

Now Im shure i will NEVER SKI AGEN!!!!!!!!!!! DUDE!!!!!!
How can I bee a skierdude now? Plush I am pretty shure I can never hav littel skierdudes now wen I gro up. I wanna know pleez what your gonna doo to comepensate ME????

Yeah dude i am so talkin to U!!!!!!!!

WOW! OFG--apparently your recent bout with the damned computer virus wasn't enough to knock the dude off your computer access. . .

I must say, though--I have missed the Dude, and I needed a good ass-laffing-off tonight!

KEWL!

GT

(who's wondering what the hell skierdude's gonna say if he ever wanders back here and finds out what he's been up to during the Survivor hiatus!! LMAO!!)

Lady_T and all parties concerned;
I received a check for $600,000 from a Mr. Shakes Burnit for the past due and future care of the Blowsvivor castoffs!
I have spoken to the monkey butlers and can assure you all that the castoffs will be treated with the utmost car and luxury from here on out.
The castoffs are currently relaxing on the beach in hammocks, being fanned by monkey butlers, and being served banana daquiris, cajun fried lobster, and being treated in a luxuriant manner that they deserve.
We're all very sorry for the previous misunderstandings and can gaurantee that in the future, the castoffs experience will be completely pleasurable for all of the Survivorblows castoffs.

Nobody is leaving the island because they WANT to stay.

Best regards,
Mr. Monkey Q. Boy

*mixes up a pitcher of banana daquiris*