Pick your own adventure II

So here goes the second installment.. we had two contributions:
1. Exclusive, thirsty, Doh.
2. Bald, itchy, cold

Dont forget you can add scenarios as well.

Refer to link for the first intallment:
Pick your own adventure I

A sturdy arm grabs her shoulder....

'Welcome to the exclusive circus du pleuvoir', he pulled her into the alley behind the candy barber baton, and led her into the dark midst of a tunnel. P* followed obediently craddling the toddler in her arm, in an attempt to hide from the missle-ing blood-thirsty dragonflies.

There was a strong stream of radiant light at the corner of the tunnel, almost blinding. It lit the walls of the cave now, the walls so soft, it was play-Doh-like. The toddler touched the walls, doused her midget fingers into the liquid streaming off the walls and jabbed her hand into her mouth. "Momma, nom nom." Poor kiddo, thought P*. The toddler was 29, but her volcabulary extended to 'Momma and nom' yet she was eternally youthful. Albeit, it was believed she was once old and haggered when she was younger - bald, exhuberant and nasty.
'Momma.. itchy Momma', the 29 year old toddler scratched her nose and a burst of tinkerbell dust flew off-a her face and her nose grew an inch and jabbed her right eye. P*'s head jerked backwards and hit the moist walls, it was incredibly cold, the chill hit the back of her throat like an Asahi on a warm Autumn afternoon. Her head was heaving and a glorious Rapunzel mane grew, complete with a French plait and finished with a blue and gold ribbon. Eh?!

'Uhh, ladies, it is believed an enchanted muse lives in these walls', the sturdy arm man suggests. 'Try not to touch and I will lead you to safety'. He opens a set of odd curtains at the end, and a faint chant is heard coming from the light. P* drags her now elegant hair, eyebrows taut as the toddler hops onto the ground and holds onto P*'s hand.

'Pleuvoir - come, come, pleuvoir - come come' chants the crowd. Its muffled, but the curtain jostles as the wind escapes, "PLEUVOIR- COME COME!" roars the curtain, PLEUVOIR!!!!!

The sturdy arm locks a harness onto P* and swings her out into the bright light.. 'oh sweet mother of fkty fk.. woooooaahhhhhhhhhh', P* cinched her eyes closed, a whizz of air brushes her cheek, and then silence.. she opens one eye....


ps. I discovered a new game Lawrence Leung's choose your own adventure. I saw him Live at the Opera house, and he is an insanely smashingly awesome character. Addictive much?