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Beanie got rumbled as her true identity was exposed. But she escaped Scottie's wrath with a good $40,000 in tow so all's well that ends well. Now she just needs a place to stay for the night. Ah ha that quiet motel on the right looks promising...beanie is wondering who lives in that spooky-looking house though...
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As she goes to the motel office door a thin, young-looking man with a mummy's boy look bids her welcome. His name is Lucas "Norman" Bates and little does beanie know but the local police have booked him several times for stalking...
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Beanie is wondering about the woman's voice she heard coming from the upstairs window of the house. At first she thought she'd imagined it but no she definitely heard it. And that strange guy "Norman", with his shrunken, stuffed KISS band member heads, and his weird Japanese teen dolls. He seems harmless enough but then again...
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treeduck auditioned for the role of Mr. White in Reservoir Dogs but lost out to Harvey Keitel. He did, however, land the role of Marvin Nash, the kidnapped police officer. Duck, naturally, still holds a grudge against Michael Madsen for actually cutting off his ear. I mean, it was an ear for Pete’s sake!
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Johnny Blaze has been hired to find a missing woman by her fiance and her sister. The woman's name is Marion "Beanie" Crane. She was last seen in San Francisco driving like a bat out of hell in a green 1957 Jaguar Mk. VIII. Under the guise of his private eye persona Milton Arbogas the trail has led to a sleepy motel in the middle of nowhere. The place is owned by one Lucas "Norman" Bates. He was just about to go and have a word with this Bates guy right now...
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duck was once an FBI trainee and tasked with getting info from a former psychiatrist/psycho murderer. Things went south quickly and the psycho went to take a bite out of the duck. Luckily, the attempted bite was in the spot of duck’s missing ear so it was simply a near miss. A single quack fu chop from one of duck’s lethal feathery hands to the psycho’s head was all it took to knock him out. Duck was safe but dropped out of the FBI program 2112 minutes before graduation.
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This Lucas dude was a real head case, JB was thinking to himself, as he looked around the room at the KISS memorabilia and J-Pop collections. There was no sign of Ms. Crane, but this character was as twitchy as a rabbit at a pit bull convention. And who was that upstairs there, the silhouette in the window...? His mother was supposed to be dead...
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Something about this case smelt rotten to the Duck. He'd been a gum-shoe for more years than he'd care to admit, but he'd never seen a mouthpiece spring anyone from sing-sing so fast. There was more to this caper than he'd bargained for. The dame had been caught red-handed over the mark with the smoking roscoe in her mitt. But that didn't amount to a hill of beans when the doll had a figure that would make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.
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Your_Lion dressed up as beanie revealed himself as Lucas' "mother" and came out of the cupboard screaming with the knife. Johnny "Arbogast" Blaze lurched backwards and tumbled down the stairs on his ass. Your_Lion's crazy old lady laughter suddenly stopped when a vase was smashed over his head and he crumpled to the carpet. It was Lorraine, Lucas' real mother! She was back at last!!
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The Duck thoughtfully scratched his chin with the tip of his feathered wing. All these rotten grifters pulling their flimflam tricks. It was getting hard for a Duck's brain to keep up with just who was disguised as who. Was this new dame really a dame, or just another nickle and dime con artist with a bad wig and some ruby red lips. The Duck tapped his webbed feet on the floor in agitation. It was time for him to grill the perp. "Allright, dollface!" The Duck quacked, "If you're really who you claim to be, you'll know which cheek the Sailor tattoo is on! Spill the beans, 'Lady' "
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Babycat found herself in 1950's America with Your_Lion, who was dressed up like Cary Grant. They met in a hotel and traveled by train to North Dakota. Somehow Your_Lion disappeared. Baby asked around and a couple of people mentioned that a man fitting his description fell off the train, or he was thrown off. When the train pulled into the next station it was the last stop but it wasn't North Dakota. It was the middle of nowhere. Nothing but crop fields for miles around. So baby started walking down the dusty road with crop fields either side. Then she thought she heard a noise in the distance and looked up and saw crop duster plane flying in her direction. As it got closer it lost altitude and was still heading right for her. Baby rushed into the corn field and hid as the plane flew right over her head! In the plane she thought she saw the pilot, it looked like Mr Not!
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(love what you guys have done with the place)

 

Lucas is a coward. Scrambling to hide even though I clearly just spotted him. He knows that I saw him. However, still within his pathetic, fearful heart, he believes there's a chance that I didn't see him. We just held eye contact for two solid seconds (at least) - keep dreaming. Cling onto what little amount of hope you have left, Lucas.

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"Leonard" AKA Mr Not left the pissant little airport behind, furious with himself. He should have dealt with babycat there and then. Now he'd have to go back to Vandamm with his excuses...again. When he arrived back at the house he could see Vandamm at the window. Tony R Vandamm looking just like James Mason but with a curly wig on and 25 pounds heavier. "Ah Leonard right on time, and what happened with our friend Ms Kendall?" Van Damm smiled as he talked, except his eyes never changed. Leonard just shook his head. "We'll just have to move forward regardless. And what of our Mr. Kaplan?" Leonard stared at the painting behind Van Damm and said "He jumped off the train." Van Damm got out a cigarette and lit it staring at Leonard. "How very unfortunate. I so wanted things to lead to a happier conclusion. I do wish he would have reconsidered." Leonard looked at Van Damm as he got up and began slowly pacing the room. "Is the plan still the same?" Leonard asked. "Of course, nothing's changed, we just have to be careful now. Alright it's getting late I have guests, just remember what you have to do and there'll be no problem." Sure thought Leonard, no problem, not for you anyway...
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The Duck couldn't help himself. The blonde woman had retreated into the phone booth for safety, but the Duck felt compelled to repeatedly fly into the glass. It was as if he was overcome with some bizarre frenzy. And it wasn't just him. All the birds seemed to be going into a violent rage. Pigeons were attacking passers by. Even tiny Robins were clawing at their fleeing victims. The Duck pecked and pecked at the glass, as cracks slowly began to form. The blonde woman screamed as the Ducks beak poked through the glass window of the phone booth. "Hitchock enough for ya?" The Duck quacked. Edited by Your_Lion
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Roger "Your_Lion" Thornhill, mistaken for the man with the fictional name George Kaplan, was now in Rapid City, South Dakota. The 40 pound bag of coal he threw off the train had worked surprisingly well in fooling Mr Not. Now he had to find babycat quickly before Tony R could put his fiendish plan into action...
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What can you say that hasn't already been said...

 

...you know him, you love him, you can't live without him.

 

He's the one, the only...often imitated, never duplicated.

 

He's new, he's now, he's hip and he's happening.

 

He's cool, he's great, he's an all around good guy and easily your best mate.

Edited by The Cat 3
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