DAILY MONSTER 71
Good morning. I hope you’ll have a fine Saturday with tea or coffee or a hot chocolate and some scones and a good book. And with Monsters, of course.
Check out what the gang’s been cooking up for yesterday’s creature:
Monster 71 is a strange creature with odd powers. You can’t miss the sweet smell of exuberant dementia! What is this beast up to? Some of the monsters have a pretty clear role in this life, but 71 here is definitely a wild card. I can’t wait to read the stories you’ll have about this one! So.. don’t keep me in suspense! Please post! Post now!
May your weekend be relaxing and delightful!
To that end it may help you to know that 344 LOVES YOU
A drop descended from the syringe with a delicate splash into the fluid below. It bubbled slightly, then began to churn a bit more violently, until finally a hardy head of foam grew to the edge of the beaker. It radiated red and yellow and orange and white. Tongs were used to grip the container and pour it into a cast iron funnel. The newly viscous concoction lazily poured into the funnel, coating the sides as it crawled into the awaiting chamber. Once finished, the beaker was returned to the table, the funnel removed and a lid screwed on tight. A few clicks of some buttons introduced life to an inanimate object. Nioldul Fisk removed his goggles and gloves, all the while smiling at the product of his many labors through late nights.
He traveled around the cylindrical device to make a few final checks. Everything seemed to be in working order. “This’ll make them understand my intelligence, my contributions to this institution. My being under appreciated will stand no more!” He straightened his white coat, as immaculate as the room in which he worked, before carefully setting the mechanism on a low-lying, wheeled cart. Fisk placed a larger, steal cover over machine and cart. His mouth opened with gleeful laughter, baring his lower teeth, as he levitated across the room to a counter. The name badge was relatively small and that had always bothered Fisk in the past. “They will certainly know my name after today.” He spun around to escort the cart to one of the more populated lecture halls at the university.
The class stirred only occasionally throughout the professor’s review of a clearly boring bit of education. Much of the movement was not, however, from the naturally fidgety disposition students have, nor was it occurring as often (or half as often) as the course seemed to demand by way of its monotonous teachings. Several students seemed to be a bit more lethargic and unemotional than normal. While others appeared to try to take up as little space as possible in their seats. This particular lecture must have been dreadfully boring.
And then entered Nioldul Fisk. Slamming through the doors with the cart leading the way. Gasps were heard in a giant wave up the rows of the room. The professor turned sharply to face Fisk. “What is the meaning of this?!” he barked. Fisk simply ignored the pompous windbag and threw off the cover hiding his invention. “This will fix everything! You all will thank me and this school will finally give Nioldul Fisk his due!” He flipped a switch, and another, and then some dials were turned. The device hummed brilliantly before the crowd and within moments the room became warm; quite warm. Only a few seconds had passed and the room was at a very comfortable degree.
The temperature in the auditorium was dreadfully cold on account of the broken heating system as a result of the freeze over the past several nights. Several students would fall asleep at their desks due to the cold if the shivering couldn’t keep them awake. As the Sr. Facilities Engineer (the fancy name the university gave its custodial staff), Fisk decided to make an extremely effective heater. And effective it was. And appreciated it was. Affirmed only by the students, of course.
“Fisk, lad, what did you say the name of this exquisite device’s creator’s name was again?” queried the professor.
After recovering from the shock, Fisk sternly stared while his mustache bristled and pointed at a little plaque on the side of the heater. And the professor read: “Yet Another Nioldul Fisk Creation” as Fisk stomped out of the room.
Why, he’s a demented dentist of course!
Or rather, orthodontist. Who while it may seem that he is fixing you teeth, he is actually damaging them terribly.
He has spent his life developing a kind of braces that fit over the patient’s teeth, and hides them from view so the denaturing acids can work inside. He assures the patient that the “dental caul” is essential to properly repair the teeth. And at first, when the braces are removed, they do look perfect. But within 2 years they degenerate into the snaggled grin you see here.
This makes him so happy he floats.
Doctor Yeats was a hoot at parties. He would boast about how he could levitate, but got jeers and laughs every time he brought it up. They weren’t laughing last night though, he showed them a thing or two. Now he was the one laughing.
Everyones knows that Pliny the Cuckoo Bird Monster is the one who first said,
“I’m cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs!!”
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“…he’s got high in the sky apple pie hopes…”
-Frank Sinatra (probably)
for when Pliny wants to move a rubber tree plant
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“Oh I used to be disgusted
and now I try to be amused.
But since their wings have got rusted,
you know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.”
-Elvis Costello
for when Pliny is feeling smug
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“Put on your red shoes and dance the blues”
-David Bowie
for when Pliny needs a little lift
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oy! I love the levitation, Stefan! And the rest of you larrikens, the levity is, as usual, par excellence!
wou..! that’s just amazing!
your drawing are…brilliant!
respect!
greetings from switzerland 😉
have a nice day
Dr. med. Altenheimer, Oberarzt in einer renomierten oberbayrischen Höhenklinik für demente Monster, ist sehr beliebt bei seinen Patienten. Stets bereit zum geistigen und körperlichen Gipfelstürmen, heitert er mit seiner Begabung für aussergewöhnliche Mimik allmorgendlich seine vor sich hindämmernde Monsterschar auf. Lustvoll lallendes Lachen erschallt über die Bergeshöhen und erzeugen ein wunderbares, nicht enden wollendes Echo.