LARRY-BOY ADVENTURE #1
by Erin Gieg
October 4, 1998

Well, here it is...for those who don't know what Veggietales is, I think
I explained it somewhat on the list earlier...if more explanation is
needed, give me a holler...well maybe not a *holler*, but you know <G>
Enjoy :)

DISCLAIMER:  The Characters of Battlestar Galactica belong to Glen A.
Larson. The Characters (well, Larry-Boy, for this one :) is the property
of Big Idea Productions (whose idea was just sooo big that everybody
loved it, and so here we are :) No copyright infringement is intended.

     Apollo and Starbuck were on patrol (yes, again), and they were
getting bored.  
     "Why is it that we either have a long, boring patrol, or we find
something that ends up causing an hour-long crisis?" Starbuck asked,
rather peevishly.
     "You've had a long day, Starbuck," Apollo said.  "With any luck at
all, today will be as boring as the rest, and we'll be able to just go
back to the Galactica for a nice long sleep cycle."
     Starbuck was about to reply when he suddenly noticed a blip on his
scanner screen.
     "No such luck today, I guess," he said.
     "Hmmm," said Apollo.  "I'm picking up something too..."
     The duo watched carefully, as they could not identify the craft that
came toward them with alarming speed.  
  "You think it's a new Cylon ship?" Starbuck asked.
  "I don't know, it looks too odd-shaped to be of Cylon make," Apollo
replied, taking a second look at his scanner.
  "Well, it's moving quite fast," Starbuck said.  "It doesn't *seem* to
be hostile, but one never can tell, can one?"
  Finally, the ship was in visual range.
  "Well, it's got rockets, and..." Apollo trailed off, suddenly feeling
quite silly.  "I *must* be seeing things."
  "Well, if you're seeing things, then I'm seeing them too," Starbuck
said. "I see a long ship with a purple and yellow suit design painted
on."
  "...And plunger-like wheels," Apollo added.  
  "Maybe it's the plumber," Starbuck joked.
  "I didn't know he made space calls," Apollo added.
  "It doesn't look like there's enough room in there to fit a pilot in,"
Starbuck said.
  Just then, almost as if in response to Starbuck's statement, their comm
line chimed.
  "Hello!  I'm Larry-Boy!  Who are you?" the pilot's voice chirped.
  Apollo and Starbuck sat in stunned silence.
  "Larry-boy?  What kind of name is that," Starbuck muttered.
  "It'th quite an ordinary name where I come from," Larry-Boy said,
sounding slightly wounded.
  Apollo took the initiative, seeing as he *was* the captain. "I'm
Captain Apollo from the Colonial Battlestar Galactica, and my wingmate
over there is Lieutenant Starbuck."
  "Ah, I thee," Larry-Boy lisped.  "Well, perhapth you can help me.  I'm
looking for a fib.  They come from outer thpace, you know."
  "A fib?" Starbuck chuckled.  "Why would you be looking for a fib?"
  "Well, they grow, you know, and I have to catch it before it doth,"
Larry-Boy said.
  "Perhaps you would like to come back to the Galactica with us," Apollo
invited.  "Maybe we can discuss this some more."
  "That would be wonderful!" Larry-Boy said.

                        *                       *                       *

  Having parked his Larry-Mobile in the Galactica's landing bay,
Larry-Boy made his way to where the two warriors stood.  Apollo and
Starbuck watched incredulously as he hopped across the bay towards them.
  "Apollo and Thtarbuk, I prethume," he said.
  Starbuck sputtered.
  "But you're a...a...a pickle!" he said.
  "Umm, I'm a cucumber," Larry-Boy said.
  Apollo tried to be a little more diplomatic.  He just extended his hand
for a handshake.
  "Thorry, but I don't have any handth," Larry-Boy said.
  "Oh, right," Apollo looked a little uncomfortable, but he finally said,
"Well, you should meet the Commander."
  "It would be an honor."
  The three walked down the corridor to the Commander's receiving
chambers.
  Adama was pleased to meet the hero, of course, and commented on
Larry-Boy's vehicle.
  "It's very interesting," Adama said.  "You must be very proud of it."
  "Oh yeth," Larry-Boy said, beaming.  "Alfred, my butler, hath made
plenty of modificationth on it.  But I really mutht get down to
buthineth.  I am looking for a fib."
  "A fib?" Adama asked.
  "Yeth, a fib."
  Starbuck and Apollo glanced at each other in amusement.
  "You thee, when thomeone tellth a fib, it growth bigger and bigger
until it can dethtroy everything," Larry-Boy explained.
  "I see," Adama nodded sagely.  He turned to look at Starbuck.  "Would
you perhaps be able to help the cucumber out?"
  Starbuck looked flustered. 
  "Well I...I...uh..." he stammered.
  Apollo smirked.
  "Starbuck, is there something you're not telling us?"
  Larry-Boy shook his head gravely.  
  "It will only get bigger."
  "Well, I might...notice I said *might* have told Cassie that I've been
trying to quit smoking," Starbuck finally admitted.
  "So that's why you've been avoiding the Medcenter lately!" Apollo said.
"I *knew* something was up!"
  "Well, I didn't expect a veggiepatrol to come and get it out of me,"
Starbuck gave Larry-Boy a dirty look.
  "You thould always tell the truth," Larry-Boy said.
  From Adama's closet, there came a shrinking noise (don't ask me what a
shrinking noise sounds like...use your imagination!).
  Larry-Boy swiftly hopped over to the door and keyed the door with one
of his super-suction ears.
  "Aha!" he cried.
  He carefully shook his head back and forth, then aimed and...
  The right super-suction ear fired off and connected with something. 
Back to the middle of the room Larry-Boy hopped, dragging a rapidly
shrinking fib.
  "Thee what happenth when you tell the truth?" he said.
  Starbuck adopted a penitent air.  "Yes, I guess so."
  Adama grinned.
  "My job here ith done!" Larry-Boy said.  "I will go back to Bumblyburg
and take my afternoon nap."
  "Where exactly is Bumblyburg?" Apollo asked.
  "Why, on Earth, of courth," Larry-Boy said.
  Adama gasped.  
  "Earth?!" three voices chorused.
  "Yeth, that'th right."
  "You know how to get to earth?" Starbuck asked.
  "Well, yeth, but I get lotht quite often," Larry-Boy said.
  Realizing that the heroic cucumber could not help them get to earth any
quicker, Adama said, "Well, perhaps we will see you again...when we reach
earth."
  "That would be quite lovely," the pickle...er...cucumber said.
  And so it was that Larry-Boy blasted off in his Larry-Mobile, back home
to take his afternoon nap.
  The rag-tag fleet, led by the Galactica, forged on.

                        THE END

Erin Gieg
giegabyte@connect.ab.ca
ICQ personality : Airys
Other names I answer to : Adamma, Airys, Giegabyte, Erin #5 <G>
http://www.connect.ab.ca/~giegabyte/index.html
"Luck is when God wishes to reamain anonymous." --Tess