Return of the Peanut Giveaway! Winner: No Agenda!

I guess if I didn't get the story exactly right, the drawing should go on as scheduled and it should probably not be given to me De Facto unitl my number is actually drawn.
 
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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Later that night, when the lights had gone off and grandmother and her barlow had gone to bed, a slight shuffling noise could be heard, if anyone was standing in the room, of course nobody was. A man in a dark cloak enters the room and scans around, his eyes drawn to where the so called texas jack demon blade has dissolved, with a slight movement of his hand the blade reappeared, it shimmered in the dark for a moment and then changed its shape into GEC 66 jack knife, its blade still broken. With an almost inaudible sigh of sadness and disappointment the cloaked man reached down and picked up the 66 and with another movement of his hand the blade reformed and appeared as good as new. Holding the now pristine jack knife the cloaked man smiled and with yet a third and more complex movement of his the 66 transformed its shape once again.
The man put the now disguised serpentine 66 back into his pocket before its new shape and form could be identified, if anyone was there to identify it, which of course, no one was...

With a low and almost malicious chuckle the cloaked man turned and walked from the darkened room to perform his mischief elsewhere, his plans to start a cult war were starting to pan out, for now, he knew that somewhere, there would be one who could be fooled into causing an act of rashness that would ignite his spark into a flame of Inter-Case warfare.....
 
I am guessing B Grandma, They do mean well it just doesn't always work out. But it could be a Grandma/Wife teaming up on you, what have you done to make them mad. It could be a long year if both are mad at you.

Dave
 
Woodrow, I believe that there's a PM waiting for you from Rsmith begging for a little peanut love. Just never post publicly that he's entered a peanut GAW. He could be excommunicated for that, ya know.
 
This is a great GAW. Not an entry - already have a peanut and someone else should have the privilege. However, my guess is on the wife. We can be sneaky when we see something we want for ourselves or just because! :D
 
I suspect that grandma retrieved it. Grandmothers are wonderful that way. I am in, and would be honoured to enter the highly regarded cult of the peanut.
 
I'm going to guess C.
Whenever something goes missing in my house I just ask my wife and there it is (or at least "I remember seeing it. .. now where did I put it? ").
 
Neko2 said:
I'm going to guess C.
Whenever something goes missing in my house I just ask my wife and there it is (or at least "I remember seeing it. .. now where did I put it? ").
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Did you ask your wife if she knew where Woodrow's Peanut was and then send him an email with its location?
 
this is the most entertaining giveaway thread I have read. thanks for that!

I guess B, Grandma found it. :)
 
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