GUYBRUSH AND LECHUCK DUKE IT OUT IN D.C.

It was a fine sunny day. Guybrush and Elaine were sailing the high seas in the Sea Monkey. "I love you Elaine," said Guybrush. "I love you Guybrush," said Elaine. It was perfect. Suddenly, a huge dark ship appeared on the horizon! Guybrush and Elaine stared around. "LeChuck!" shouted Guybrush. "Arhar, that's right!" shouted LeChuck, joined on the deck of his ship by a pirate crew a hundred strong! Guybrush gasped, then pelted up the mast to the bird's nest, er the Jolly Roger, er the lookout tower, er the thingy up at the top! "Guybrush, no!" shouted Elaine. Too late! Guybrush leapt from the very top of the thingy, his sword in his hand, plunging down toward LeChuck! But unfortunately LeChuck hadn't gotten very close yet, and all Guybrush hit was the sea. He disappeared from view and didn't come up again! Rapidly LeChuck boarded the Sea Monkey and grabbed Elaine. "Arharrrr!" he said. "Submit to me, yer proud beauty!" "Never!" cried Elaine lustily. "Guybrush will save me, you evil loon!" "Guybrush is dead, you daft bitch!" cried LeChuck. "Now avast me of that glory box of yours!" Quickly, he arranged things. The crew went to the back. A priest came to the front! Elaine firmly in hand, LeChuck stood in front of him! "Do you LeChuck take this fiery vixen to have and to hold, yada yada yada, etc?" said the priest. "Bloody oath," said LeChuck, pawing at Elaine. "And do you, Elaine... oh, bugger it," said the priest, throwing away the book. "Go for it, lad!" "At last!" cried LeChuck, drooling. "Avail me of those hot drawers of yours!" But suddenly there was an enormous loud yell! And it wasn't from Elaine! It was Guybrush!!!!!! He leapt up the side of the ship, two tankards of root beer in each hand! The crew gasped, but they were too late! Guybrush showered them with root beer, and they all vanished in blue smoke! "Guybrush!" gasped Elaine, crawling away from LeChuck. "Guybrush!" likewise gasped LeChuck. "How are ye alive? Nobody could survive that long underwater!" "You're forgetting," said Guybrush in his manly voice, holding the simpering Elaine tightly around the waist. "I can hold me breath for ten minutes!" He puffed his enormous chest out. LeChuck snarled. "It's been twenty minutes since you went under, you daft prick!" "Oh," said Guybrush. "Well, I guess that means I'm dead. Sorry, Elaine." He fell down on the deck. "You twit," said Elaine. "All right!" shouted LeChuck. "Now I've got you!" And, sorry about this dear readers, he did.

THE END