Return of the Peanut Giveaway! Winner: No Agenda!

Woodrow F Call

Woodrow F Call

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Well, if you've not been keeping up:
http://www.bladeforums.com/forums/showthread.php/1210695-Forgive-me?highlight=forgive
http://www.bladeforums.com/forums/s...-the-folks-around-here-are-as-good-as-it-gets

Today, my chestnut peanut returned! What happened to the Peanut you ask? Was it:

A:
jackknife said:
First thing, Woodrow, sit down and brace yourself. The missing peanut may not be your carelessness. Did you hear anything suspicious in the night?

Unconfirmed rumors have reached The Cult Of The Peanut headquarters that the Cult Of The Texas jack, led by the infamous Captain Rsmith_77, have begun a guerrilla operation against the Cult Of the Peanut. Kidnappings are a beginning of the war. Again, these rumors have not been confirmed, but all peanuts have been advised to travel in packs. Operation Piraña, the counter offensive, is in it's planning stages for now, so caution is advised. Further bulletins will be issued as reports from the field are examined.

Carl, Grand High Muckba (ret).
:D:D
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Note: The Peanut in question had been on a reconnaissance mission and had discovered important information about Agent Rsmith_77. A meeting will be held 3 days in advance of the usual date, 15 minutes early from the usual time, and at the secondary meeting location.

Special message Cult of the Peanut members: "The chair is against the wall." "John has a long mustache."

[video=youtube;LIgurTFaq6U]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIgurTFaq6U[/video]

Now back to our regular programming:

B:
meako said:
GOOD GRIEF!
My Dear Fellow do not despair.
From your statement I have deduced that it never left Grandmas House and she is as we speak putting it in the dishwasher to get it nice and clean.
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Which was supported by:
Thomason said:
The grandmother sounds like a prime suspect to me. Do you trust her? Does she have police record? Lie detector might be a good idea.:D
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C:
sogflash said:
Perhaps your wife took it?
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Hmmmmm.

Either way, special thanks to Wolf Man 12, who sent me a knife to force the Peanut to show back up.

This giveaway is for that Peanut which had been returned. Why you ask:

This post made me smile:
Chris Larrikin said:
If it is indeed gone perhaps you should consider yourself fortunate. You may have just become that most wondrous instrument of fate that allows another the pure joy of finding a knife. I still remember the first knife I found; small, lightly corroded with a broken tip. I was a young child. It was at the time the best thing in the whole world.
So congratulations; thanks to you some day someone else might experience that feeling.

...not going to stop you looking for it though is it? Nah didn't think so ;)
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Perfect it is not, but it's a nice little Peanut.

Rules:
1. You must make a guess about which answer is correct one and post it.
2. You post in this thread, you are in. If you don't follow number 1, I'll figure it's because you can't decide.
3. Winner will be picked by some random number generator in about two weeks.
4. Your first post in this thread is your entry. You can post as often as you like, but subsequent posts will be ignored.

Good luck!
 
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I say it was Professor Plumb in the Library with a Candlestick. :eek:

Your wife had it is my guess.

Thanks Woodrow
 
I'm guessing B, it never left Grandma's, because I think it would have turned up sooner if your wife had it.
 
Not an entry - I have two Peanuts so I'm good on that. Just want to say glad it turned up. :)

Wondering... Which is the prize? The lost Peanut or the replacement toothpick?
 
Trick question. Obviously all three were correct. Your wife took the knife because she's secretly an officer of the Cult of the Texas Jack. Knowing that you'd turn the house upside down, she left it with her mother for safe keeping. Upon seeing you with another peanut she panicked. She fled to her car and rushed to her mother's house to make sure that the peanut was still safely stashed away. Her mother was obviously upset at this new turn (although she's fiercely loyal and agreed to assist in the deception, she had never approved of her daughter's involvement in that cult). While your wife tried to work out what the appearance of a second peanut could mean you were already on your way to Grandma's house. Not out of any suspicion mind you, simply out of concern for your wife's well being after her sudden departure. When you came rushing into her mother's house her fears were confirmed. Somehow you knew. It was all planned out so well, but somehow you had figured it out. She ripped her Texas Jack from her pocket and launched herself at you screaming "There can be only ONE". You were oblivious to the fact that your wife was bearing down on you with her demon blade, as you had spotted your beloved lost peanut and were completely transfixed. As your wife flew towards you with death in her eye a figure flashed out of a shadowy corner. Light glinted off of a sliver of steel as grandma proclaimed "This has gone on long enough." Sparks flew as mother and daughter collided, blade striking blade. When the dust cleared grandma stood triumphant, knife in hand. Nobody had ever suspected that she was a full fledged member of the Order of the Barlow (defenders of the light and keepers of the flame). Your wife lay crumpled on the floor, but her eyes were suddenly more clear than you ever remembered them being. You quickly scanned the room until your eye fell upon her Texas Jack which had been flung into the corner, main blade sheered in twain. Your eyes widened as the blade dissolved into dust, it's evil curse broken as cleanly as the metal that had contained it. Your wife stood unsteadily. She looked around, confused and shaking her head. "What happened?" she asked. You put your arm around her as you walked her out the door. "There'll be plenty of time for that later. For now, it's enough that you're safe. You're finally free of that accursed knife. It can't hurt you any more."

That kind of got away from me. Lovely knife though, and I'd be honored to give it a home.
 
Grandma's place is my bet... I hope the washing machine bit wasn't right though! Thanks for the chance.

(Cult code: #flying tiger# ~start message~ those Texas Jack boys never saw the Peanut recon team coming! ~end message~ ##
 
Not an entry, just glad it found it's way home, and a great reason for a GAW :)

Pssst... it was A!
 
Cory Hess said:
Trick question. Obviously all three were correct. Your wife took the knife because she's secretly an officer of the Cult of the Texas Jack. Knowing that you'd turn the house upside down, she left it with her mother for safe keeping. Upon seeing you with another peanut she panicked. She fled to her car and rushed to her mother's house to make sure that the peanut was still safely stashed away. Her mother was obviously upset at this new turn (although she's fiercely loyal and agreed to assist in the deception, she had never approved of her daughter's involvement in that cult). While your wife tried to work out what the appearance of a second peanut could mean you were already on your way to Grandma's house. Not out of any suspicion mind you, simply out of concern for your wife's well being after her sudden departure. When you came rushing into her mother's house her fears were confirmed. Somehow you knew. It was all planned out so well, but somehow you had figured it out. She ripped her Texas Jack from her pocket and launched herself at you screaming "There can be only ONE". You were oblivious to the fact that your wife was bearing down on you with her demon blade, as you had spotted your beloved lost peanut and were completely transfixed. As your wife flew towards you with death in her eye a figure flashed out of a shadowy corner. Light glinted off of a sliver of steel as grandma proclaimed "This has gone on long enough." Sparks flew as mother and daughter collided, blade striking blade. When the dust cleared grandma stood triumphant, knife in hand. Nobody had ever suspected that she was a full fledged member of the Order of the Barlow (defenders of the light and keepers of the flame). Your wife lay crumpled on the floor, but her eyes were suddenly more clear than you ever remembered them being. You quickly scanned the room until your eye fell upon her Texas Jack which had been flung into the corner, main blade sheered in twain. Your eyes widened as the blade dissolved into dust, it's evil curse broken as cleanly as the metal that had contained it. Your wife stood unsteadily. She looked around, confused and shaking her head. "What happened?" she asked. You put your arm around her as you walked her out the door. "There'll be plenty of time for that later. For now, it's enough that you're safe. You're finally free of that accursed knife. It can't hurt you any more."

That kind of got away from me. Lovely knife though, and I'd be honored to give it a home.
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if said demon blade was sheered in twain, twas no texas jack, must have been a dastardly muskrat or some such...

wonder which side the trapper cult is going to join **ponders**
 
I'll go with Grandma B. Thanks for the opportunity, Woodrow. Your temporary misfortune has generated a lot of imaginative literature in the past week, not the least of which is Cory's flight of fantasy. That's quite the inspirational peanut you have!

-GT
 
Thanks for the chance, I´m in ... great story! :)

It was B - grandmas tend to do like this ;)
 
It's quite clear what has happened here:
The facts that we know:

You were at your Grandma's house with your peanut.
You were wearing overalls, nice overalls.
You didn't have your peanut anymore.
Out of the blue Wolf-Man-12 gives you a replacement...

Clearly Wolf-Man-12 has been hanging around your grandma's house eating the sandwiches that she has been making for you, drinking the sweet tea she brewed for you, and even wiping his mouth on her lace tablecloth. When you pulled up your Grandma's driveway, Wolf-Man-12 was clearly halfway through a peanut butter and mulberry jam sandwich when he heard the metallic swish of twin blades held in their own pockets in a nice pair of overalls: a plan was hatched. He quickly hid in the sugar jar on the counter top next to the decorative owl with over-sized eyes and waited until the perfect moment. As you cut the tomatoes for dinner, Wolf-Man-12 counted down the sounds of peanut-through-tomato. Three...Two...One... He leapt from the sugar jar and put your peanut in his gym bag next to his curling broom and felt-bottomed shoes. As you sprinkled the tomato slices with iodized salt and anise seed: Wolf-Man-12 was sneaking out of the house by running on top of the grout in between the tiles and out the side door. He clicked the heals of his Keds as lept over the garden hose and into the night.

He felt guilty later.

He sent you a knife hoping to shut you up.

It obviously didn't work because the ultimate guilt is when somebody returns evil with kindness. There are few things kinder than a Traditional Forum Giveaway!
 
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