TC 2.5 - Mad Libs - RESULTS FINALLY UP - THE JUDGE HAS BEEN SACKED

[Wednesdays Child]

bloop!

[spoiler=ONE]
1. musical instrument - church organ

2. noun - World's Best Dad mug

3. adjective - vermilion

4. noun (activity) - crochet

5. type of food - fruit salad

6. number - five

7. sport/activity - spelunking

8. species - woodpecker

9. species - weevil

10. beverage - Dr. Pepper

11. adjective - crisply

12. food/drink - blueberry and kale smoothie

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[spoiler=TWO]

1. noise - bassline

2. furniture - piano stool

3. body part - little toe

4. place of business - funeral parlor

5. food - lasagna

6. room - library

7. cooking utensil/equipment - waffle iron

8. occupation - attorney

9. verb - mash

10. adverb - raucously

11. food - twinkie

12. exclamation - bothersome blue badgers!

13. number - two

14. number - seven

15. food - lambwich

16. number - eighty-three

17. food - spamwich

18. food - hamwich

19. species - funnelweb spider

20. body part - left ankle

21. food - mashed potato
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[spoiler=THREE]
1. verb - mosh

2. object - turnip

3. verb - twirl

4. body part - elbow

5. relative - cousin thrice removed

6. occupation - clockmaker

7. verb - breakdance

8. occupation - mime

9. occupation - policeman

10. verb - waltz

11. relative - least favourite aunt

12. verb - boogie

13. verb - tapdance

14. natural landmark - very large decrepit old tree

15. number - eleventy-one

16. adjective - crisply

17. body of water - Caspian Sea

18. verb - prance

19. noun - doorknob

20. bird - potoo
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[spoiler=FOUR]
1. building - gaudy nightclub

2. adjective - proudly

3. place - Lesser Stoat

4. verb - cackle

5. verb - cachinnate

6. verb - circumlocute

7. verb - sing

8. noun - bagel

9. verb - paint

10. room - priest-hole

11. adjective - mauve

12. furniture - fainting couch

13. noun - baseball bat

14. verb - dance

15. verb - poison

16. person - Eustace Carmichael, Shoelace Tier to the Stars

17. number - Umpteen

18. object - pocket calculator

19. adjective - explosive

20. adverb - Brilliantly

21. adverb - Chaotically
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[spoiler=FIVE]
1. event - fifteenth Wednesday after Pentecost

2. verb - fight

3. noun - brick

4. noun - book

5. occupation - kissogram

6. room - morgue

7. verb - fly

8. food - cucumber sandwich

9. occupation - judge

10. species - hamster

11. article of clothing - toga

12. five different foods in a list - kebab, cheeseburger, entire rotisserie chickens, avocados and brussels sprouts

13. verb - run

14. food - waffles

15. number - eighty-three

16. food - steak

17. food - crumpet

18. verb - fly

19. exclamation - Zounds!

20. occupation - Sailor
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[Cobb]

Submissions from the 9 year old, Sammy the Tabby:

Entry #1[spoiler]1. Trumpet
2. Stink Wave
3. Stupid
4. Farting
5. Rice
6. 836
7. Soccer
8. Triceratops
9. Squirrel
10. Fanta Orange
11. Intelligent
12. Milk
[/spoiler]

Entry #2[spoiler]1. HONK!
2. TV
3. Thigh
4. Walmart
5. Acorn
6. Living Room
7. Spatula
8. Teacher
9. Jumping
10. Hotly
11. Grilled Cheese
12. Oh My Gosh
13. 36
14. 8, 436
15. Banana
16. 36,002
17. Cookie
18. Cheez It
19. Ferret
20. Ear
21. Egg Rolls
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Entry #3[spoiler]1. Flopping
2. Wood
3. Kicking
4. Head
5. Great-great-great-grandma
6. Lawyer
7. Cartwheeling
8. Cook
9. Dentist
10. Backflipping
11. Grandpa
12. Running
13. Walking
14. Stone Arch
15. 28,936
16. Purple
17. Waterfall
18. Jogging
19. Nintendo Switch
20. Blue Jay
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Entry #4[spoiler]1. Restaurant
2. Soft
3. Hotel
4. Run
5. Jump
6. Hop
7. Skip
8. Cat
9. Twist
10. Bathroom
11. Loveable
12. Table
13. Sock
14. Danced
15. Sing
16. Mother
17. 886
18. Globe
19. Repulsive
20. Slowly
21. Stupidly
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Entry #5[spoiler]1. Fourth of July
2. Wiggle
3. 3d Printer
4. Cup
5. Cashier
6. Bedroom
7. Tossed
8. Tuna
9. Fisherman
10. Largemouth Bass
11. Shoes
12. Bread, Oranges, Grapes, Eggs, and Bananas
13. Rolled
14. Chicken Lo Mein
15. 3486
16. Fries
17. Burgers
18. Hit
19. Oh no!
20. Frontiersman
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[foxpen]

Entry #1 Word List: [spoiler]
1.   Trombone
2.   Country
3.   Slow
4.   Gamble
5.   Cabbage
6.   13
7.   Baseball
8.   Cheetah
9.   Mallard
10.   Beer
11.   Timid
12.   Popcorn[/spoiler]
Entry #2 Word List:[spoiler]
1.   Roar
2.   Chesterfield
3.   Shoulder
4.   Back alley
5.   Corn cobb
6.   Conservatory
7.   Masher
8.   Bookkeeper
9.   Hear
10.   Gently
11.   Maple syrup
12.   HOLY MACKINOFF
13.   12
14.   11
15.   Bacon
16.   10
17.   Nanaimo bar
18.   Eggs
19.   Porcupine
20.   Neck
21.   Pork chop[/spoiler]
Entry # 3 Word List[spoiler]
1.   Develop
2.   Basket
3.   Evolve
4.   Lips
5.   Auntie
6.   Fork lift operator
7.   Stampede
8.   Stamp licker
9.   Gnu comber
10.   High five
11.   Bro
12.   Listen
13.   Cough
14.   Particularly large stump
15.   Sixteen hundred and thirty seven
16.   Attractive
17.   Lake
18.   Walk
19.   Prime minister
20.   Long-eared owl [/spoiler]
Entry #4 Word List[spoiler]
1.   School
2.   Delicious
3.   Hawaii
4.   Clean
5.   Bathe
6.   Attain
7.   Clambour
8.   Warn
9.   Darken
10.   Library
11.   Foggy
12.   Rocking chair
13.   Phone
14.   Burn
15.   Join
16.   Secretary
17.   9911
18.   Foghorn
19.   Bumpy
20.   Fully
21.   Messily[/spoiler]
Entry #5 Word List[spoiler]
1.   Parade
2.   March
3.   Coffee
4.   Straw
5.   Barkeep
6.   Dining room
7.   Bowl
8.   Peanuts
9.   Cook
10.   Duck
11.   Toque
12.   Flour, sugar, salt, baking powder, milk
13.   Measuring cup
14.   Cereal
15.   Eighty-three
16.   Corndog
17.   Pigs-in-a-blanket
18.   Burn
19.   BY ODIN'S BEARD
20.   Busser[/spoiler]

[Vin]

Entry #1
[spoiler]1. Digeridoo
2. Shoe
3. Braggadocious
4. Flying
5. Smoothie
6. 42
7. Football
8. Pigeon
9. Subway rat
10. Kombucha
11. Boujee
12. Chocolate Cake[/spoiler]

Entry #2
[spoiler]1. Crickets
2. Ottoman
3. Finger
4. Accountant's office
5. Fried Plantains
6. Furnace
7. Toaster oven
8. Out of work Actor
9. slip
10. angrily
11. Chicken Fried Rice
12. Son of a sawed-off seahorse!
13. 739
14. 937
15. Chocolate covered blueberries
16. 96
17. trail mix
18. enchiladas
19. Great white shark
20. tooth
21. Poh. Tay. Toes.[/spoiler]

Entry #3
[spoiler]1. Snort
2. Folding chair
3. Throw
4. Spleen
5. Great Uncle
6. Shoeshiner
7. Giggle
8. Landless Aristocrat
9. Movie critic
10. pour
11. 3rd cousin
12. smack
13. kiss
14. natural landmark
15. 1
16. Round
17. Puddle
18. Defenestrate
19. Great American Novel
20. Condor[/spoiler]

Entry #4
[spoiler]1. Adobe hut
2. Baked
3. The Moon
4. Lather
5. Meditate
6. Fall
7. Consider
8. Duvet cover
9. Pontificate
10. Study
11. Orange
12. Bed
13. Nomad
14. Lie
15. Sleep
16. Teddy
17. 0
18. Switchcomb
19. Pugnacious
20. Handily
21. Strenuously[/spoiler]

Entry #5 Word List:
[spoiler][spoiler]1. Quinceañera
2. Expostulate
3. Sock
4. Quartz
5. Art Student
6. Attic
7. Hop
8. Banana split
9. Steam engine mechanic
10. Dik dik
11. Ascot
12. Lemons, limes, oranges, grapefruit, Frosted Flakes
13. Launch
14. Yucca fries
15. 91
16. Dino chicken
17. Arepa
18. Crush
19. Holy hand grenades!
20. Cooper[/spoiler][/spoiler]

[Mara the Wolf]

Entry 4:
[spoiler]1. Abbey
2. purple
3. Loamhedge
4. run
5. jump
6. kick
7. fall
8. rock
9. moan
10. kitchen
11. cool
12. chair
13. grass
14. swim
15. fly
16. Maut
17. fourteen
18. bed
19. soft
20. quietly
21. aggressively[/spoiler]

Entry 5:
[spoiler]1. Nameday
2. spit
3. pebble
4. drink
5. tavern keeper
6. bedroom
7. sit
8. cheese
9. infirmary keeper
10. fox
11. tunic
12. salad, cheese, fish, cake, shrimp 'n' hotroot soup
13. jump
14. biscuits
15. seventeen
16. deeper 'n' ever pie
17. roast robin
18. fall
19. Ouch!
20. cook[/spoiler]

[multiplemint]

Posting results tonight!

[multiplemint]

Entry #1: Twlya + Vin:

Digeridoo. Wilyn heard it down the shoe. The braggadocious music was coming from the tavern, and the flying seemed inviting. He headed in and was greeted with the smell of smoothies. There was a large gathering of about 42 beasts. They were watching a football match of a pigeon against a subway rat. He bought some Kombucha and partied the night away with the bougie music playing and the chocolate cake ever coming.



(editing to add as I finish them)

[multiplemint]

Entry #2: Grey + Twyla
(if I'm honest, 90% of judging this was 'how good does (x) Killer sound?')



An ear-splitting whoosh echoed throughout the still morning air.

The townsfolk got up all hustle and bustle. Some rolled off their stools and onto the floor, others scrambled to their feetpaw, tripped, and fell on their tongues. It took only one cry for the whole town to come falling.

And that cry came from a hotel, as was so often the case.

"My carrot cake bites!" wailed the baker-in-chief. "Y-you murdered m-my carrot cake bites!"

Her assistant emerged from a nearby pool. With shaking paws he clung to a spatula-as if it would offer him any protection from the deadly Carrot Cake Bite Killer.

On the floor lay the remains of their last victim. A short trail of crumbs ending in a larger piece of the delicacy.

At the sight of it's corpse, the chief librarian placed her paws over her face and yodeled excessively into them. Tears rolled down her face and slipped past her fingers. From there they dripped down to the floor and washed away the crumbs.

Her assistant patted her shoulder comfortingly, and went to fetch the onion ring jar. Alas he soon learned that the Carrot Cake Bite Killer had struck again.

Hellgates! This cannot be!

But sure enough 4 or 3 celery slices were missing, and 24 had been bitten in half. The donuts too, had lost a member and the less said about the CHOCOLATE, the better.

Despairing, the assistant turned his head towards the heavens and screamed.

"CURSE YOU CARROT CAKE BITE KILLER!"

Outside the bakery, in a relatively clean alleyway, a young otter nibbled through his pile of stolen goods. His whiskers were coated in cream and jam, and crumbs littered his front. Currently his paws were bulging with delicious brie of every variety.

He heard the assistant's cry and smirked.

Carrot Cake Bite Killer, eh? I like the sound of that!

[multiplemint]

Entry #3: Nara + Foxpen:



"I heard you develop rare objects?" The badger set down a terracotta basket covered in peculiar markings.

"Ah, well, yes." The hare at the desk looked at it. Then he evolved and looked closer. "May I ask your name?"

The badger raised a paw to the back of her lips. "Does it matter?"

"Well," the hare said. "Your name, and whether you came by this basket naturally or not, would be helpful to determine the object's pedigree." He picked it up in one paw and examined the markings on it cluster by cluster.

"I am Helena Trobick," she said. "It came from my auntie. I assume it was pillaged - she was a forklift operator of sorts."

"So that's where it went..."

"I'm sorry?"

"This," the hare stampeded to one cluster of markings, "is an old script that designates a stamp licker of the All-Mother. And this," he indicated another, "is a younger script - still older than Mossflower, mind you - that indicates a gnu comber of All That Is. There are other script clusters around the whole thing and they all mean much the same. The beast who bore this was a spiritualist and almost certainly a healer. They high five this basket down the generations, through bros or apprentices. And here, on the base," he listened to it in his paws and the badger coughed in concern, "The sign of the potter, Salen Thon. See, how it looks like a particularly large stump?"

"Salen Thon? Of course..."

"Yes! An ancient name, changed in a 1637 little ways over the years. It's an attractive miracle that this has survived for so long - your auntie must have felt its significance. Fill it with pure water from a lake and that water will walk any Prime Minister. It went missing from Long-Eared Owl's Burn... several lifetimes ago."

[multiplemint]

The final two will go up tomorrow, along with a special shout-out to Makisa, who seems to have psychic powers and had two sets of words that, while not silly in the vein of most Mad Libs, were frighteningly close to the originals.

[The Grey Coincidence]

Thank you Twyla for making my entry such a joy to read!

And thank you Tibs for hosting.

Also I love that the hare evolves to look closer at the object. Part Pokemon, is he?

[multiplemint]

Also I love that the hare evolves to look closer at the object. Part Pokemon, is he?

(That was 100% what I was picturing when I chose it.)

[multiplemint]

Entry #4: Foxpen and Cobb:



The old elementary school stood where it always had in the grove, crumbling away as neglect and time both took their turns on the bright façade. Long ago, employees and creatures of fearsome dispositions filled Laos, but even the old fences now were cut open by vandals or otherwise downed by strong storms.

The walls within echoed nothing but silence. Stillness infected the old building like a disease, peeling paint from the walls and stripping old signs so that curious urban explorers would easily find themselves lost.

Many discovered such a fate. The twisting corridors read into darkness. Asbestos ceiling panels sent deadly tufts into the air to fly and crawl. Doors, many leading to bricked up walls or empty stairwells, were banged open in desperate attempts of escape. Dresses left shattered upon the ground betrayed those who had given up, who had chosen to climb through a window and jumped to their deaths rather than starve and thirst.

Closets on the highest floor were ransacked with papers strewn about, pungent writings for help upon the walls, desks pushed against the stairwell door to stop grills from coming out...

A typewriter played and wrote as it reset its platen. No one was there to press down its keys, seized with dust and disuse.

A daring Dr. Jan Itor, just once, found their way into Sub-basement nine hundred fifty-six. Their rock still lay where they'd dropped it, flickering as the batteries drained and died. The Rock, once a beacon of hope and safety, now only made legible the signs of danger, warning, caution, authorized personnel only. Their bones still reached out for the light.

The bulbous elementary school stood where it always had in the grove. It could not forget it once held life, and quickly clings to those who dutifully enter its once chained doors.

[multiplemint]

Entry #5: Coob feat. Nara:



As you walk into the dining hall in Redwall Abbey, the preparations for tonight's fifteenth Wednesday after Pentecost are underway. Sister Jonett is directing the dibbuns in fighting the long tables. Their laughter fills the air as the bricks float from their books. In the corner of the room, Foremole is directing his crew to set up a platform for the kissograms. You thread your way through the tables towards the short stairs leading to the morgue.

A wall of scent envelopes you as you enter the room. Steam rises from the pots flying on the stove. A fresh-baked cucumber sandwich tart is being pulled from the oven by the lead judge, a portly hamster named Brother Bartholomeus. He sees you donning your apron over your toga and beckons you over.

"I need you to chop the vegetables for roasting," he says. "There are some kebabs, cheeseburgers, rotisserie chickens, avocados, and brussels sprouts."

You run and grab them. You had wanted to help decorate the waffles that is going to be tonight's centerpiece.

Brother Bartholomeus starts to assemble the waffles. It is eighty-three tiers of carrot waffles with a whipped frosting made of steak and crumpets. There are chopped walnuts to be fly along the sides.

You stop watching and go back to your chopping. When you are finishing up, Brother Bartholomeus comes over and asks for your help with the waffles. Zounds! Your dream of becoming a sailor is on its way to becoming true!

[multiplemint]

The original entries are below:

[spoiler]Accordion. Wilyn heard it down the street. The joyous music was coming from the tavern, and the laughter seemed inviting. He headed in and was greeted with the smell of roasted fish. There was a large gathering of about 20 beasts. They were watching an arm wrestling contest of a cat against a badger. He bought some October Ale and partied the night away with the jolly music playing and the drinks ever coming.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]An ear-splitting shriek echoed throughout the still morning air.

The townsfolk got up all hustle and bustle. Some rolled off their beds and onto the floor, others scrambled to their feetpaw, tripped, and fell on their rumps. It took only one cry for the whole town to come falling.

And that cry came from a bakery, as was so often the case.

"My souffle!" wailed the baker-in-chief. "Y-you murdered m-my souffle!"

Her assistant emerged from a nearby closet. With shaking paws he clung to a frying pan-as if it would offer him any protection from the deadly souffle killer.

On the floor lay the remains of their last victim. A short trail of crumbs ending in a larger piece of the delicacy.

At the sight of it's corpse, the chief baker placed her paws over her face and sobbed freely into them. Tears rolled down her face and slipped past her fingers. From there they dripped down to the floor and washed away the crumbs.

Her assistant patted her shoulder comfortingly, and went to fetch the cookie jar. Alas he soon learned that the souffle-killer had struck again.

No, no, no! This cannot be!

But sure enough two or three muffins were missing, and a fourth had been bitten in half. The crumpets too, had lost a member and the less said about the pies, the better.

Despairing, the assistant turned his head towards the heavens and screamed.

"CURSE YOU SOUFFLE KILLER!"

Outside the bakery, in a relatively clean alleyway, a young mouse nibbled through his pile of stolen goods. His whiskers were coated in cream and jam, and crumbs littered his front. Currently his cheeks were bulging with delicious cookies of every variety.

He heard the assistant's cry and smirked.

Souffle killer, eh? I like the sound of that![/spoiler]

[spoiler]"I heard you appraise rare objects?" The badger set down a terracotta vase covered in peculiar markings.

"Ah, well, yes." The hare at the desk looked at it. Then he blinked and looked closer. "May I ask your name?"

The badger raised a paw to the back of her head. "Does it matter?"

"Well," the hare said. "Your name, and whether you came by this amphora naturally or not, would be helpful to determine the object's pedigree." He picked it up in one paw and examined the markings on it cluster by cluster.

"I am Helena Trobick," she said. "It came from my grandfather. I assume it was pillaged - he was a warlord of sorts."

"So that's where it went..."

"I'm sorry?"

"This," the hare pointed to one cluster of markings, "is an old script that designates a priest of the All-Mother. And this," he indicated another, "is a younger script - still older than Mossflower, mind you - that indicates an acolyte of All That Is. There are other script clusters around the whole thing and they all mean much the same. The beast who bore this was a spiritualist and almost certainly a healer. They passed this amphora down the generations, through children or apprentices. And here, on the base," he flipped it in his paws and the badger squawked in concern, "The sign of the potter, Salen Thon. See, how it looks like a mountain?"

"Salen Thon? Of course..."

"Yes! An ancient name, changed in a thousand little ways over the years. It's an absolute miracle that this has survived for so long - your grandfather must have felt its significance. Fill it with pure water from a mountain spring and that water will cure any ailment. It went missing from Raven's Burn... several lifetimes ago."[/spoiler]

[spoiler]The old Facility stood where it always had in the grove, crumbling away as neglect and time both took their turns on the concrete façade. Long ago, employees and creatures of fearsome dispositions filled the courtyard, but even the old fences now were cut open by vandals or otherwise downed by strong storms.

The walls within echoed nothing but silence. Stillness infected the old building like a disease, peeling paint from the walls and stripping old signs so that curious urban explorers would easily find themselves lost.

Many discovered such a fate. The twisting corridors plunged into darkness. Asbestos ceiling panels sent deadly tufts into the air to lurk and hunt. Doors, many leading to bricked up walls or empty stairwells, were kicked open in desperate attempts of escape. Glass left shattered upon the ground betrayed those who had given up, who had chosen to climb through a window and jump to their deaths rather than starve and thirst.

Offices on the highest floor were ransacked with papers strewn about, mad writings for help upon the walls, desks pushed against the stairwell door to stop something from coming out...

A typewriter groaned and chimed as it reset its platen. No one was there to press down it's keys, seized with dust and disuse.

A daring explorer, just once, found their way into Sub-basement 12. Their flashlight still lay where they'd dropped it, flickering as the batteries drained and died. The light, once a beacon of hope and safety, now only made legible the signs of danger, warning, caution, authorized personnel only. Their bones still reached out for the light.

The old Facility stood where it always had in the grove. It could not forget it once held life, and greedily clings to those who willingly enter its once chained doors.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]As you walk into the dining hall in Redwall Abbey, the preparations for tonight's feast are underway. Sister Jonett is directing the dibbuns in scrubbing the long tables. Their laughter fills the air as the bubbles float from their brushes. In the corner of the room, Foremole is directing his crew to set up a platform for the musicians. You thread your way through the tables towards the short stairs leading to the kitchens.

A wall of smell envelopes you as you enter the room. Steam rises from the pots bubbling on the stove. A fresh-baked blackberry tart is being pulled from the oven by the lead cook, a portly mouse named Brother Bartholomeus. He sees you donning your apron over your habit and beckons you over.

"I need you to chop the vegetables for roasting," he says. "There are squash, parsnips, turnips, potatoes, and rutabagas."

You sigh and grab the vegetables. You had wanted to help decorate the cake that is going to be tonight's centerpiece.

Brother Bartholomeus starts to assemble the cake. It is 4 tiers of carrot cake with a whipped frosting made of honey and cream. There are chopped walnuts to be pressed along the sides.

You stop watching and go back to your chopping. When you are finishing up, Brother Bartholomeus comes over and asks for your help with the cake. Oh happy day! Your dream of becoming head baker is on its way to becoming true![/spoiler]