Can you write a story about an amusing vacation using these song titles?

Question

1. Ain't Talkin'

2. Baby I'm In the Mood For You

3. Buckets Of Rain

4. Honey Just Allow Me One More Chance

5. What Was It You Wanted ?

6. True Love Tends To Forget

7. This Wheel's On Fire

8. Talkin' Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues

9. Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum

10. Summer Days

Have fun with it! I'll be back later to read all about it!

;-)

Answer 1

These are all songs that Bob Dylan recorded.

Dodge City, Kansas

Circa 1875

"Come To Mama. Come To Mama.......NO!! YOU come to Papa"

Miss Kitty  sat dejected, booze in hand, as Doc Adams told her that Matt and Sunshine had  left on the early morning train.

"I KNEW it! I just KNEW that loud 'Hee Haw' that I heard  at the crack of dawn was not another one of my frequent nightmare's, starring Sunshine MacMoron!!"

Kitty paused.

"Doc? He never took a vacation from his dang old job when he was going with ME?"

At a loss for words, Doc gently patted her hand. She was right. It wasn't until MAtt had met Sunshine MacGillicutty  that he began to actually have a life outside of his U.S.Marshal's duties.

Meanwhile.....

By evening, Matt and Sunshine had reached their destination....St. Louis!

As they boarded the 10. Summer Days Riverboat Company's delux steamer.......The Handy Dandy (BONUS ), Sunshine was all a'twitter with excitement.

"Hey,Matt. You 1. Ain't Talkin' . What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Matt grimaced. " I was just wondering how 9. Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum are doin'.

Sunshine laughed, assuring him that Newly and Festus would take good care of Dodge.

As soon as the porter left their stateroom, Sunshine grabbed Matt and led him to the bed.

"Awww, honey. Not now. Let's see what the ship is like."

Matt got up and ran his hand through his hair. "Ready?"

Sunshine lay on the bed, with folded arms and a scowl on her face.

"For heaven's sake!! I'm beginning to think that's the only thing you want me for." declared Matt. "Now stop sulking and come on."

"But 2.  baaaaaaaaaby. I'm In the Mood For You."

Matt coaxed her out of bed and out on the deck.

"Ahhhhhhh. Just smell that air! " Matt leaned over the railing and smiled broadly.

Sunshine was just about to slip her hand inside his shirt when she heard a familiar sound.

"SLOT MACHINES!!!!!"

And before you could say, "8. Talkin' Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues On a Peaceful Night In August," she was off.

Matt just smiled, not realizing her predilection for the fascinating,money guzzling machines.

An hour later, Matt walked into the casino. Sunshine was playing a quarter machine, smoking a cigar and sipping an Asti Spumante.

"3. Buckets Of Rain . Come on, baby......Rain some coins on ol' Sunshine."

Matt smiled and nuzzled her neck.

"Uhhhhh, Sunny? 5. What Was It You Wanted to do a little earlier ?"

Sunshine never took her eyes off the machine.

"Not now, Matt. 7. This Wheel's On Fire . I can't leave."

Matt stared at her in disbelief.

"WHAT?! But I thought....."

Sunshine never heard his voice. The clinging and clanging of the machines were music to her ears.

Matt put his hands on his hips. "HUMPH! 6. True Love Tends To Forget is all I can say!!!"

And off he stumped.

By 4 AM, he had had enough. He went back in the casino. Sunshine was standing in front of the same machine, transfixed with a glaze over her sleepy eyes.

"SUNSHINE MACGILLICUTTY!!! Get your *** out of this casino at ONCE.....YOU HEAR ME?!"

Sunshine glanced at him briefly and then refocused her attention on the slot machine.

"Come to mama. Come to mama." she mumbled.

"NO!! YOU come to Papa ! " growled Matt.

He threw her over his shoulder and headed for their stateroom.

"4. Honey Just Allow Me One More Chance !!!!! I just KNOW I can win my money back!!!!"

"Sunshine! Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall (BONUS ) before you see the inside of another casino. We're getting back on that train and go home!"

Sunshine cried as she waved good bye to the slot machine.

"It Takes A Lot To Laugh..... It Takes A Train To Cry."(BONUS)



CAST OF CHARACTERS:

Matt  Dillon ...... (Angry with Sunshine)....http://a1259.g.akamai.net/f/1259/5586/5d...

Sunshine....... http://img.timeinc.net/health/i/200604/W...

Answer 2

More of a monologue

I ain't talkin' just s*x baby - I'm in the mood for you. Despite the buckets of rain you cried last time I left you, honey just allow me one more chance. What was it you wanted again? True love? But true love tends to forget the good times we had - remember when I drove round to yours and hit the brakes as your cat ran out onto the road, and I said "I nearly hit your *****" and you said "this wheel's on fire"? Then what about the time at Dean and Deirdre's wedding when they played our song "Talkin' Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blue"? Mind you, Dean and Deirdre made a fine couple, a bit like tweedle dee and tweedle dum. And don't you remember those fine summer days - how wonderful they were.

Almost the story of my life. Wouldn't that make a good Brit Pic? A bit like four weddings and a funeral. We could even turn it into a musical - each song title being the cue for the song?

Answer 3

Vacation time was finally here and Brad and I set out for Talking Bear Mountain, a whole week of hiking, camping, and getting back to nature.  We looked forward to fun filled SUMMER DAYS with lots of sunshine, cool mountain breezes and bubbling mountain streams filled with trout ripe for the catching.  Now, I AIN'T TALKIN' bad about the mountains but summer days are also followed by summer nights.  Mosquitoes as big as a twin engine Cessna come out in force.  Trying to get comfortable in a sleeping bag is like being swallowed by a giant cocoon.  Chirping crickets, croaking frogs, and little scurrying things in the grass and trees isn't exactly music to my ears.  AND, when the falling dew turns to BUCKETS OF RAIN, what do you do?  You get wet.  In fact, everything gets wet!  And you spend a whole day hanging everything on the bushes and limbs to dry out.

So, while we're waiting for things to dry out and day number two begins, Brad looks over at me and grins.  "BABY, I'M IN THE MOOD FOR YOU to cook us up some breakfast," he had the gall to say.

TRUE LOVE TENDS TO FORGET at times that there is always an up side to every down.  My hackles rose.  I felt it start in my toes as it started rising higher.  "WHAT WAS IT YOU WANTED?!," I demanded, my eyes daring him to repeat his request.

He didn't have to be a genius to see he had just tossed the proverbial straw on the camel's back.  "HONEY, JUST ALLOW ME ONE MORE CHANCE," he began.  "How about I cook us up some breakfast?," he finished.

I sat in glum silence as he rolled out the portable camp stove and set about frying bacon and eggs.  A little grease splattered out of the pan onto the wheels.  As God is my wittness, I don't understand how it happened.but one of the wheels caught fire from a spark.

"THIS WHEEL'S ON FIRE," I told him.

"You think I can't see that?," he snapped back as he put the small flame out.  He finished fixing breakfast and brought me a plate as he sat on the ground beside me.

"The ground is wet," I told him.  "You should get the other camp chair."

"It's wet too," he replied as he shoveled the eggs and bacon into his mouth.  He chewed thoughtfully for a long minute.  "You know?  I'm beginning to fill like TWEEDLE DEE & TWEEDLE DUM," he stated.  "All our plans have been massacred by a string of mis-happenings."

"Yes," I smiled at him.  "Maybe we should be singing 'THE TALKIN' BEAR MOUNTAIN PICNIC MASSACRE BLUES."

Brad laughed.  "You want to pack up and go home?" he asked.

"No," I smiled at him.  "Let's wait and see if day number two improves.