Summer Files: Post Bucket

Well, I'm back with the crew of the Bloodhound II. Turns out the land I saw yesterday was, you guessed it, Scandinavia. I washed up right on the shores of CVU, or so I was told.

The last thing I remember was starting to type 'Olaf the BAAAAALD' just as the Kraken I saw smashed me in the back of the head with the rock. Lief the Armless, the Dean of CVU, and all the Almost-Viking Students watched the whole thing. I was washed ashore a few hours later by the sea, and Lief dragged me to the infirmary. According to him, I was mumbling things like, 'Lief said... Omar... VIA... I like pie...' over and over again.

When I came to the next morning, Lief was sitting by my bedside, which is what he always does when I end up at CVU unconscious, which is how I always arrive, if you've noticed.

"Lief! Your bucket experiment worked!" I cried. "If it wasn't for the navigation system breaking down, I would have been here a lot more sooner!"

"What bucket experiment?" Lief bemusedly asked.

"You know! How you wanted to find out if vikings were still effective as individuals on the open sea! Your VIA experiment you chose to send the best Viking ever for!"

Lief shook his head. "Let me guess... Omar the Bold set you up for this, didn't he?"

"Yep!" I said.

Lief shook his head again. "Ok, then, Good Work on behalf of the GYA..."

"It's VIA, you little kidder!" I said.

"... VIA, Olaf the Bald," Lief finished, standing up and heading for the door. "By the way, since your experiment was a success, the VIA is being dissolved, since that was the main purpose behind it."

"I see!" I said excitedly. "Thanks, Lief!"

"Also, can you tell Omar that that was a mighty fine joke?" Lief asked, pausing at the door.

"What joke?" I asked, mystified.

"Just tell him," Lief said, smiling. "And, Olaf...?"

"Yeah?" I asked.

"That lipstick isn't your color," He said, walking out.

Lief gave me a ride back to Urbia in one of the motorboats the students there had stolen from some hapless motorboaters. As I rode up, the Vikings from my good old crew all were jumping up into the air and hollering, happy that they finally knew where I was. Omar the Bold, however, didn't move, staring at me in stunned silence.

"DUDE! That was awesome!" I cried.

"HOW COME YOU'RE NOT DEAD?" He screamed back at me. What a good friend!

Olaf the BAAAAALD!