Summer Files: Laotogo 5

Welp, I jinxed us.

This morning, we all woke up, relaxed and refreshed from a sleepfilled night. We all were expecting the Laotogo to leave us alone. But, something was bothering me: Why hadn't we seen it? But, nothing happened for the entire morning, and I pushed it aside.

We ate lunch.

Three hours later, we all felt a large bump against the side of the boat. Everyone ran to the sides to see what was going on, and to our horror, we saw two huge yellow frog eyes, each one a least fifty times bigger than the ship.

Despite all odds, the Laotogo had decided to make its move.

Only five vikings had enough sense to dive off the boat just as the massive frog opened its mouth wide. Four others fell, as I recall, which makes a huge difference. I jumped, carrying only my Duct Tape Monstrosity (My helmet), Nunchaku, Machete (My Father's Battleax has been retired, remember?), and Laptop, the one on which I am blogging you now. Phil jumped, screaming "Not the Face! Not the Face!" And splashed into the water next to me. Omar the Bold tackled Soren the Hard-of-Hearing-Scribe and George the Yellow off the boat with him, those three landing on the other side of the boat, which was the one nearest the Laotogo. Erik the Noisy grabbed Lulu the Loud in a tight bear hug and dove off after Phil. Gregory the Hairy yelled, "EVERYONE JUMP!" and dove off just as the Laotogo's super long, super fast tongue shot out of his open mouth, grabbed the Bloodhound, and sucked it into its huge, froggy mouth. I saw a few vikings fall off, but they were just as quickly devoured.

The ship had just gone over Omar's, Soren's, and George's heads, and they swam over to the rest of us as the two yellow, froggy eyes turned its gaze on us. Everyone stopped, staring quietly back at the frog with a determined expression on their face. Except for Lulu... She was bawling her eyes out in Erik's arms, shrieking "I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" And Phil, who was yelling, "Not the Face! Not the FACE!" And Soren, who was saying, "This is an epic way to die, my friends." And George, who was gasping so loud he was hyperventilating. But besides that, everyone stared solemnly at the beast, awaiting our doom.

The Laotogo burped.

Pieces of the Bloodhound flew from its' mouth, a large chunk landing right beside us. The Laotogo sank beneath the water.

We clambered on, warily looking around for its attack. The eight of us sat shivering on the broken boat piece, looking around for any sign of the huge frog. A minute passed.

Suddenly, the Frog leapt out of the water, soaring high above our heads. Everyone gasped, not for fear of the frog hitting us, since we could tell it was going to make it over our heads, but for the metal band strapped around its back left leg. It had some sort of writing on it that no-one could read, but we all knew what it meant.

Someone owns the Laotogo.

I'm ending the post here for now. Thank Thor for Waterproof laptops, I say. When the frog landed back in the water, it sent up a tidal wave that our little boat piece has been surfing. As far as Soren says, its taking us right back to Urbia, Greenland, which was a brilliant stroke of luck.

Olaf the BAAAAALD!