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Dimension Warrior's Vacation; You thought the Griswolds were weird!
Topic Started: Jul 19 2007, 03:03 PM (1,143 Views)
Yankee Blaze
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It's a series, so I was thinking:

1. Vacation
2. European Vacation
3. Christmas Vacation
4. Vegas Vacation

And more to come...

I do not own National Lampoon's Vacation! This is post Dimension Warriors, so...

Here's the plot and the first chapter is like a prologue:

Frank rounds up the gang to all come to New York and they cross the USA to get to the one place they love most: Disneyland. However, on the way, they meet:

Gangs (no violence though! :cool: )
Police Officers
Cowboys
Hillbillies
Angry Hotel Clerks

Can they survive a two week vacation without killing each other? Welll, you need to read and find out.

Prologue- The Car Incident (Thank God I have insurance!)
1. An Unexpected Surprise
2. Pick Up at JFK
3. Ripped Off at the Gas Station
4. Traffic in Washington
5. Long Road OUT of Virginia
6. Pedro says 'Come!'
7. Overnight Planning
8. Bye, Bye Nick!
9. Lost in the Everglades
10. It's a Small World After All
11. Epcot: Science World
12. MGM Studios
13. Heading West
14. Tornado Texas
15. My Credit Cards!
16. Road Closed
17. The Hillbillies

And I'll think of more chapters...

Prologue: Do You Have Insurance?

It was a cold day in the state of New Jersey , a man was driving his car to the Hertz in Westwood, New Jersey. Westwood was pretty much a place full of trees and houses, with a shopping center. Not to mention, there was a small movie theater.

The car that this man was driving was a 1987 Toyota Tercel. He was going to rent a car because he and his friends were going to go across the country. Even though some of his friends may have to fly here to get to New York. He parked the Toyota and opened the car door. He wore a red shirt with black jeans and was wearing white shoes. The sun was blinding his brown eyes as he was about to put on his shades. He was tannish-brown and brushed his black hair, that way he actually looked okay when speaking to the rental car people. He walked inside and went to the agent that was there. She had the brown hair, the blue eyes and the nice, cheesy personality that went with her black and yellow suit.

"Hello, I am Susan, one of the agents here at Hertz, how may I help you?" asked Susan.

"Hi, I called. I'm Frank Mariendo and I asked if the car that I wanted was ready to be picked up today?" asked Frank.

"Oh, you are renting a red GMC Envoy, correct?" asked Susan.

"Yeah," said Frank, "For two weeks. And after those two weeks, I am picking up the Tercel."

"Okay," said Susan.

Little did Frank know was that outside, a cement truck was coming up from behind. Frank turned around to notice that the cement began to pour all over his car. Frank watched in anguish as his car was now... covered in hard cement.

"Uh, I guess we'll give this to you permenantly. It's free," said Susan.

"Thanks," said Frank.

He walked out the door and simply cried, "My baby! My baby! My car!"

He opened the car door of the green Envoy and turned over the engine. He went backwards and headed back home. He needed to call his insurance company...

Next Chapter, everyone arrives from their homes to Frank's house to begin their vacation.
Edited by Yankee Blaze, Jun 3 2008, 10:56 PM.
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Sentrovasi
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Short, but it sounds interesting.

Funny that many people're going to fly across countries just to... guess what? Cross a country.

But it's a start. Try to add more gags than the one or two; would help to make it a little longer and add some description as well.

Ah wells. You've got insurance =/
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews, now for Frank to drive home… and call the car insurance company. Note, I am not sure what will happen in the future of Dimension Warriors. This is one possibility so…

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Surprise

The sun began to go down. It was near dinner time as he finally drove home to his house up in New York. He didn’t live in the city. Instead, he lived more up north, near Albany, which was and still is the state capital of New York State. He finally drove up to his driveway. His house was huge! But, if you were a writer in Japan making money for yourself, while having a $500,000 house, well you have a great lifestyle.

He drove into his driveway, which was all brick and no pavement. He reached for his garage door button. The door of the white garage next to the house began to open up slowly as he put the car inside. He closed the door and went inside. Little did he know, that the lights were on and a girl was there watching TV in his living room.

The living room was huge. It had a huge HD plasma screen television with DVDs from not also Japan, but also from the United States as well. He had a huge black couch with another black couch next to it. The walls were painted blue with pictures of his family and his friends. He then turned to notice a girl with light brown hair and wore a pink shirt with white shorts, smiling.

“How did you get in here Brooke?” asked Frank.

“There was a key under your welcome mat,” asked Brooke, “You know the one that says ‘Leave’?”

“How are you?” asked Frank, hugging her.

“Glad to see that you still have that wonderful personality,” said Brooke, “Anyway, I just came from Colorado. You told me where you lived so I decided to wait here until you showed up.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here with all your stuff. I was just about to go pack. But, you want to have dinner? I’m sure you’re starved after flying at least if not three, four hours,” said Frank.

“Sure,” said Brooke, “Where were you thinking in particular?”

“Well, it’s your choice. I’m driving,” said Frank, “Remember that wonderful car?”

“Yeah, the old 1987 Toyota Tercel that crashed into the Atlantic Ocean in Savannah, Georgia? I remember that. Why is there cement on it?” asked Brooke.

“I’ll explain. In the meantime, please get into the wonderful green GMC Envoy,” said Frank.

Brooke was surprised as she heard everything Frank said. She couldn’t believe what she heard as they pulled into a nearby Denny’s. Brooke and Frank sat down at a nearby seat next to the window where Frank brought out the huge map of the United States.

“Okay, so that is why I called all of you guys here, because I wanted to travel across the USA. Even though this time no parents and we’re older, and I would be happy if I traveled with friends,” said Frank, “Friends that I trust.”

“All right!” said Brooke, “So, what were you thinking?”

“We start at Newark. Because I think that’s where everyone would be flying to and then start from there,” said Frank, “Ever been to Hershey?”

“Uh, no,” said Brooke. Frank put a red dot on the map.

“I was thinking of going to the Dinosaur Museum in Thermopolis,” said Brooke, putting another sticker on.

“Reno, Nevada. I know a great bowling arena and a laser tag place,” said Frank.

“And finally… Disney!” they said as their food was finally out.

“I was also thinking of going to St. Louis on the way back to your place,” said Brooke.

“Okay,” said Frank, “And we’ll talk more when the others get back.”

It was finally dark, late evening. Frank set up the guest room, which was a lot smaller and it was pink with bunnies on the wall. A four year old child must’ve had this room before he bought it. He laid her luggage on the floor and walked to his room. His room was HUGE. It was painted red like his ranger color with a hardwood desk, a laptop, and his bed was green with the New York Jets comforter and a couple of stuffed animals. (I know, how fun!)

He took out his usual red and black Joe Boxer luggage case. He opened it up and took out the backpack. He took out another case and finally got the bag he needed. It was big, but big to carry around his shoulders. He put in medicine, toothbrush, toothpaste and his Axe body sprays. Not to mention he has shampoo in his bag. He zipped it up and put it next to the door. He put in all of his nice clothes, bathing suits and stuff that he may stay for a couple of days in his huge red suitcase and finally his brown overnight bag. He put in all of his silky pants that he wears to bed.

“Okay, if I remember correctly, did I check the phone?” asked Frank, “And I will probably call the car insurance company on my way back from this vacation.”

Frank went to the phone and it received five messages:

Hi, Frank. It’s Brooke, Just letting you know my flight will be leaving at 10:30 here to get there. I’m leaving now and don’t worry, I have a cab going to your place, hope to see you soon. Thanks!

Hi, Frank, this is Jack! How are you YF2? Anyway, I’m leaving tonight for Newark Airport, which is 2:30 am your time to get here, just letting you know that way you can come pick me up. See ya!

Hi, Frank, this is Aly. And I hope to God you can settle in for one more. Nick is coming and he wouldn’t mind driving across. I’m leaving at 3:30 am with Nick, if he can get his butt up to get to Stewart Airport. Hope you’re there! Oh and Nick says hi. Ashton already left to go meet you there, like an hour ago, should be there in the morning.

Hey, it’s Ashton. My flight is here. I’ll be leaving for Newark Airport. I should be there within 12 to 20 hours due to the time difference.

Hey, it’s Anthony. I decided to drive to your place, and yes I know it’s Thursday and all… but I wanted to get there first. I didn’t feel like flying there. I should be arriving there sometime tonight. See ya!

As Frank erased his messages, he wrote down who was going to where and suddenly he heard the doorbell.

“Speak of the devil,” he said, walking to the doorbell. He noticed a man with brown hair with brown eyes and wore a green collared shirt and beige khaki pants.

“Why if it isn’t Anthony,” said Frank, “Please, come in.”

“Okay,” said Anthony, “Wow, nice house.”

“Anthony’s here?” asked Brooke from upstairs.

“Yeah,” yelled Frank.

“OH MY GOD! ANTHONY!” screamed Brooke, running down the stairs.

“Hey,” said Anthony.

“Well,” said Frank, “Who wants their luggage in the car please say so now, because that is what I’m going to do.”

“Okay,” said Brooke, “Give me a minute.”

“Well, let me settle you in for the night, Anthony.”

Anthony followed him up the stairs to notice a huge room with an air conditioner, a bed and a huge closet.

“Give me a minute of what clothes I am going to wear for tomorrow and you can take down the rest,” said Anthony.

“Great, I’ll be outside,” said Frank.

After a few seconds, Brooke and Anthony helped Frank with loading the envoy. Anthony was astonished at what happened.

“Where’s your Cobalt?” asked Anthony.

“I forgot to bring it back with me on the way home. So, I keep that car where the Peltine is when I visit next time,” said Frank.

“A-ha,” said Anthony, “What happened to the car? Fell in the bay again?”

“No, this time, there is cement on the car,” said Frank, “Luckily, the rental agency allowed me to keep this car.”

“Wow,” said Anthony.

“Anyway, I need to go to the gas station tomorrow before we leave. We’re running on three-quarters,” said Frank.

“We can get 500 miles on a three-quarter tank of gas,” said Anthony.

“Good point,” said Frank, “Well, we need to get some shut-eye. We have friends to pick up tomorrow.”

No sooner they left, the lights went out…

“I think we’re out of power,” said Frank.
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Meh XD

I'd probably refer to myself as "Sentro", even if I were to use my name once or twice. As a rule, though, I'd rather people call me "Ash" or "Sentro" than "Ashton".

The rest of it's rather interesting, though: the meeting of everyone... and; wow, that's lavish. Why'd you have to rent the Envoy, though: couldn't you have bought it? ._.
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Yeah, in DW I've got me referring to you as Sentro or Ash, never Ashton.

ANYWAY, this is interesting. I'll keep an eye on it.

To clarify for YF, we Americans often do the whole "rent-a-car" thing on vacations, so why is this road trip-type vacation any different?
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I never traveled in a rental car. Last time my mom rented a car was 1997!
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I think the last car my parents rented was in 1999, and, if I remember correctly, I think it was either a Taurus or a Neon. I'm guessing the Neon, it would've been more roomy sitting behind my dad if it was a Taurus.

ANYWAY, to get ourselves back on the topic, when are you going to have this up?
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Well...I've decided to have a look...but I can tell you no matter what, unless blackmail or something was involved, I would not realistically agree to this...road trips are a very American concept, something I would not like...plus I get car sick on long journeys...and that's by UK standards, I think the USA is a bit better than England...

But that's one thing that would come up; my discontempt for many American ideals...differing ways of living that I would just hate...basically I'd be the one to really annoy everyone...

Again, why would you rent a car if you already have your own one? I'm going to France on Tuesday (trying to get the next chapter of DF up first!) for this year's holiday, but we're still taking the same car...was there a problem with your car before it got cement-ified?

Also, I noticed that just like in chapter 3 of DW, you're once again having others big you up big time. You ask Brooke how she is, and she compliments you. Riiiiiiight...

What's a Newark?
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Okay, road trips ARE an American thing.

Also, he rented a car because the car he had would've been too small for a decent road trip. EVERYONE would've been miserable in the car.

Finally, I percieved Brooke as being sarcastic in her compliment. But that's just me, I'm weird like that.
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Eh...stilll dunno what a Newark is...

Also, what's a Griswald? I apparently thought they were weird...
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Newark is a city in New Jersey, USA.

A Griswold is a comedic family in the National Lampoon's Vacation series of movies, out of which I have only seen Christmas Vacation.

And I am a big fan of Christmas Vacation, so I would like to help in that department in any way I can.
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Wait, why was I in America to begin with? I'd either be still in Japan or back in the UK, so I'd get a plane from either of the above...
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That's the airport you're flying TO, Psyduck, I don't know the one you're leaving FROM.
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Ah, so it is, my bad...

Well I've never flown before, which is obvious considering I've never flown by 2012, but all I know is we have impossbily rediculous security at airports here at the moment, and it's generally impossbile to get a flight, the most recent excuse for which being the burning car with explosives attached driven into...Heathrow, I think it was...
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I'm writing Chapter 2 as we speak! And it's done

Well, time to put some words in your vocabulary if you’re interested about the roadtrips of America. (I’m going on another in August!)

Interstate- A interstate highway is a highway with no traffic lights and the average speed is 65 miles per hour. (In Southern States, it’s like 70 or 80)

They also have numbers like: I-85 or I-90 (Even numbers go east to west, Odd goes south to north)

U.S. Highways- Highways with traffic lights and the average speed is 55 mph. (I think)

State Highways- Same thing only the average speed is 30-45 mph.

So, let’s get this chapter on the road.

Chapter 2: Picked Up In Different Airports

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

It was 6:30 am.

Frank used his left hand and smacked the alarm clock. He got out of bed and changed into what he was going to wear for the trip. Well, Day 1 to be exact. He went into Brooke’s room to notice she was already downstairs. After brushing his teeth, he went downstairs to notice Anthony putting in his toiletry bag in the trunk. After putting Frank’s in, he then heard a loud shriek as the car began to turn over. It was Brooke as she put her toiletry bag next to Frank’s and shut the trunk.

“Okay, I’m driving,” said Frank, “So…”

“I will take the-,” said Anthony, but Brooke cut him off, “SHOTGUN!”

“SHOTGUN?” yelled Anthony, “Damn you!”

Brooke opened the door to the front seat with the map in her hands.

“Brooke, why need a map when we have Lola?” asked Frank.

“Who the hell is Lola?” asked Brooke.

Frank pressed the GPS button and a green glow appeared to show the street, another main road and a green line that has the Interstate Symbol with the number 87.

“Hello, I am Lola. I am your personal traveling guide. How may I help you?” asked Lola.

“Can you get me to Stewart Airport?” asked Frank, “In Newburgh, NY?”

“Yes, just get on to Interstate 87 South,” said Lola.

Frank got out of his driveway and drove toward Albany where they saw the Junction sign of Interstate 87.

“Why that was easy,” said Brooke.

They hopped on the interstate going south toward New York City (it’s only 87 miles away from Albany, heh!).

“Brooke, do me a nice favor, will you please?” asked Frank.

“What?” asked Brooke.

“Did you bring your DS Morpher?” asked Frank.

“Yeah,” said Brooke, “Why?”

“Call Aly and tell her we are heading there,” said Frank.

Brooke nodded and began to call Aly from the DS Morpher.

“Hello?” asked Aly, “What’s up Brooke?”

“Frank’s on his way to get you,” said Brooke.

“How nice!” said Aly, “Nick has been here all this time and he is now been pestering me and pestering me on ‘Where’s Frank?’ And to tell you the truth, I know it is seven in the morning and I’m damn tired!”

“Well, I woke up just in time for rush hour traffic,” said Frank.

“CRAP!” yelled Aly, “HOW LONG UNTIL YOU GET THERE?”

“What is the exit number here?” asked Brooke.

“Let me check the toll ticket,” said Frank, “17 and we are at 22. We should be there in an hour if we don’t stop.”

“Five exits!” said Aly, “Okay, let me know when you get off, that way I can wake up Sleeping Beauty. See ya soon!”

Brooke closed the DS Morpher as Frank continued driving. Anthony looked at him, “Did you bring any music?”

“What do you want to have played?” asked Frank.

“Anything,” said Anthony.

“Okay, My Boo from Usher, Lola,” said Frank.

“Activating music,” said Lola.

Brooke looked at Frank and turned to the GPS, “It plays music?”

“Yeah,” said Frank, “Also, it makes good drinks. Lola, fruit punch for three please.”

Three glasses popped out and red juice was sprayed in the cups. Anthony received one and Brooke received one.

“Tastes good!” said Brooke.

“Now leaving Albany,” said Lola.

“About time, for a minute, I thought we would never leave,” said Frank, pressing the gas pedal.

On the way, they noticed an exit heading to Woodstock.

“Hey, Woodstock! Isn’t that the time where all the hippies come out and get stoned?” asked Brooke.

“Yeah,” said Frank.

A/N: It’s TRUE! HONESTLY, I SWEAR TO GOD, IF THERE WAS A CONCERT IN THE 60s, EVERYBODY WOULD BE SMOKING POT, GETTING HIGH AND DOING THE NAUGHTY NO-NO. (That’s one of those reasons why we got these diseases in the first place!)

After a half an hour, they finally got into Newburgh. He got off the exit, paid the toll and asked the person a question.

“Excuse me, I’m coming back on here. Do I need a new ticket?” asked Frank.

“Yes. Now, leave,” said the person at the toll plaza.

“What a bitch,” said Frank.

“Oh, calm down,” said Brooke, “Where’s the airport?”

“We have to get on I-84,” said Frank, “Then head east to the airport.”

After five minutes, they reached the big airport and called Aly and Nick. Aly yawned as he hugged Frank, Brooke and Anthony. Nick didn’t want to shake hands, he wanted to sleep. Today, Aly wore a blue t-shirt with blue shorts and Nick wore a pair of jeans and a black tank top. They got back on the Interstate and headed straight toward… Where?

“Okay,” said Frank, “I need to head to Newark Airport.”

“Take Interstate 87 South and get off Exit 14A to the Garden State Parkway, which will lead into New Jersey, then go 30 miles south to Exit 142,” said Lola.

“Okay, we don’t care about the exits. Go!” said Brooke.

“On the way, I’ll stop at Dunkin’ Donuts,” said Frank.

“Dunkin’ Donuts? Why not stop here?” asked Aly.

“Because I know EXACTLY where I am going,” said Frank, “I never liked the Sloatsburg Service Area anyway. Nasty!”

After an hour, Frank drove toward the Garden State Parkway, and the sun began to rise and warm up the car, suddenly as they saw the welcome sign, Lola said:

“Now entering New Jersey,”

“Shut Up, Lola,” said Anthony.

The car pulled up to the Food and Fuel Service Area of Montvale. There, Frank got a huge case of donuts that were assorted.

“Mmm… Donut,” said Frank, eating a chocolate glazed donut on the way to Newark.

“Do we have to go thirty miles down to 142?” asked Aly.

“No,” said Frank, “I know a shortcut and trust me. It pisses off Lola every time.”

They reached the exit that led to another Interstate. He got off and Lola got mad:

“RECALIBRATING! TURN RIGHT in .5 miles,” said Lola, “LISTEN TO ME! DAMN YOU!”

“Get me a sledge hammer,” said Aly, “Now.”

Instead of getting off at this wonderful calm place called Saddle Brook, Frank went to Interstate 80, which was one of the interstates that goes from New Jersey to California.

“Well, now what?” asked Brooke, “We’re heading to Newark! Not the city! Frank, are you blind?”

“No,” said Frank, “This leads to the New Jersey Turnpike. The Turnpike heads DIRECTLY to the airport.”

“Oh,” said Brooke.

As Frank and Brooke sat in the two captain’s chairs, Anthony was in the middle, with Aly and Nick in the back.

“Something tells me, I may need to put Jack’s and Sentro’s luggage on the roof,” said Frank.

“Don’t say that,” said Brooke, “Why?”

“I think Aly brought everything but the kitchen sink,” said Frank.

Brooke turned to notice Aly’s huge briefcase squishing Anthony’s with Nick’s black suitcase on top with bags of accessories.

“Oh… yeah,” said Brooke, “Unless we put the accessories under the seat.”

“Possible,” said Frank.

Finally, they hit Newark and Frank got off the exit to the Airport. They waited for Jack and Ash or Sentro to get off the gate and toward them. Jack wore a yellow t-shirt with black pants and Sentro wore a white t-shirt with grey pants and shoes.

“Damn you security,” said Jack, “Hi.”

“Well, if it isn’t Jack,” said Anthony.

“Hey, Starfighter,” said Jack, “So, what do we do now?”

“Well,” said Frank, “Who wants to go to Florida first?”

“ME!” said Brooke, “I WANT TO GO TO DISNEY!”

“Eww… Universal,” said Aly.

Everyone turned to Aly with an angry mood and it was also because they were tired too.

“I guess Disney is great, then what?” asked Aly.

“We’ll see,” said Frank.
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