The more astute members quickly noted that the Midwestern U.S. has a distinct
shortage of class-3 canopy jungle, and theorized that they were not in Kansas (or Michigan,
Indiana or Illinois) anymore. This was soon confirmed by hostile Neanderthals menacing a
gorgeous young Cro-Magnon girl. The gang swiftly intervened, and with the help of a rather l
arge, hungry T-Rex, she was saved.
Her father (the tribal chief, naturally) proved very
grateful, both for the rescuing of his daughter, and for the innovative addition of paper
and scissors to the tribal sport of “rock”, which had previously ended in a tie in every
match. The feast the Cro-Magnons threw proved to be epic—and even the…less babe-worthy
members seemed on the verge of getting lucky—when the Neanderthals attacked, kidnapping
all the women under the guidance of their new chief—who seemed strangely wise for a caveman…
A rescue mission was quickly mounted and the girls rescued from the clutches of none other
than…Melwinkle—who had been cast into the past when the under-lake base exploded. During
the ensuing battle—the T-Rex returned, still looking for lunch—but instead finding Melwinkle
with predictable results…GULP!—no one could have survived that. Bark Balabash the shaman
limped up afterwards, telling them all they were in the wrong movie—and sent them back home,
safe and sound?
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