Time for a Chick Pic!

Chicks on the Case readers are some of the most creative folks on the planet so we’re asking you to play Chick Pic with us! Give us a couple of sentences … what happened here? What’s the mysterious story behind this damage? So many ideas come to mind! But you start. Each comment can build on the next until we have a fully fleshed out cast. Or if you don’t like the direction the comment thread is going, start a new one. Writing is all about rewriting, after all. Let’s have some wacky creative fun!

19 thoughts on “Time for a Chick Pic!

  1. As hopped over the chain-link fence, the doberman lunged, and I parried with the roller bag, losing a wheel to oversized teeth but leaving my tail feathers intact.

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  2. The back of my shirt caught on the top of the fence and ripped, but as long as the contents of my bag remained secure, I could deal with a few tatters.

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  3. Needing to get to the airport quickly, I pulled out my travel supply of peanut butter and slathered the tear. It hardened instantly in the heat and I headed out.

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  4. But you know who likes peanut butter? Raccoons. Who are bigger and way leaner than you’d think from their cutesy bandit eyes. And when they want peanut butter, they’ll do anything to get it. Luckily, I’ve always been a fast runner. Especially when I’m trying to smuggle the Lack of Hope Diamond out of the country. Could it really be cursed?

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  5. The raccoon still wouldn’t quit with the peanut butter, so I grabbed him up and stuffed him in my one personal item (a bag stuffed with so many other, smaller bags I could hardly lift it). Hopefully Rocky would be quiet and not alert the flight crew or my fellow passengers. At least he had his own natural mask. Crossed my fingers he didn’t have rabies.

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  6. The flight across the Pond to Heathrow would take a while, so once seated–first class, thank goodness–I stowed my roller bag in the overhead compartment and my personal bag under the seat, then settled down to read the in-flight magazine. All was going well until a steward came by to offer glasses of bubbly and, as he leaned over to set the glass on my tray, said, “Uh….why is your bag hissing a me?”

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  7. Foaming at the mouth—probably due to warm peanut butter and not rabies … probably—the raccoon raced down the aisle with the Lack of Hope Diamond firmly clenched between bared teeth, straight at the man who’d been following me all across the US. I was sure I’d lost him but it seems he’d be chasing me all over London too. Which of us would be able to wrest control of the diamond and lose the raccoon before we hit the taxi stand?

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  8. The man who’d been chasing me easily snatched the diamond from the raccoon’s teeth–must have been all that slippery PB foam. My nemesis hugged the gem tight…and the plane tilted. Turbulence. The pilot’s voice blared across the speakers: “We have to make an emergency landing.” The curse from the Lack of Hope Diamond had struck again!

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  9. The raccoon ran up an elderly lady’s skirt. In her frantic flailing she knocked over the real bandit and the diamond flew out of his hand. I caught it and turned. But where could I quickly hide it so the diamond would be hidden and safe?

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  10. “Excuse me,” the George Clooney-clone behind me said with a charming smile, reaching to place his tanned hand over mine. “I’ll take that.” Another lurch of the plane, and the pilot announced we’d be making an emergency landing in Reykjavik–hopefully. A distinct hiss sounded from the vicinity of George’s right Italian loafer as he and I struggled for custody of the Lack of Hope Diamond. “Please sit down, and fasten your seat belts,” the flight attendant called from the front of the wildly zig-zagging plane. “There will be plenty of ice for everyone.”

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      1. “This is your captain. We’ll be making our descent into Reykjavik in 43 minutes. Will the flight attendants please put their clothing back on and prepare for landing?”

        The cat-suited flight attendant dropped to all fours, scrambling to find the buttons that flew from her blouse. “Why do I always have to be so early for everything?” she chastised herself.

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