Attention-Deficit Roleplaying

A Pirate popped in and bopped him on the head. "I never did cotton to Teens..."

Meanwhile on the frontiers of Dinotopia...

A wagonload of sunstones is being escorted through the lush forest by three men riding parasaurolophus. A group of ruffians armed with spears and crossbows suddenly surrounds the caravan, it's slightly over-weight leader with unkempt curly black hair and a Spanish accent gruffly demands, "Your cargo, or your lives!"
The parasaurolophus riders, being totally unarmed (as is Dinotopian tradition), frantically starts to surrender, but stops when an arrow flies from the jungle off to their right, cutting the lead bandit's crossbow string.
A young man carrying a longbow steps out of the forest, another arrow at the ready, his face with a quiet confidence and stern expression.
"You're outnumbered, Catrone," said the young archer to the lead bandit, "Take your ruffians and leave these woods while you still can."
"It seems you are the one who is outnumbered, my friend!" Chuckled Catrone as his 3 crossbowmen aimed toward the archer, but as they began to aim, several more arrows flew from the forest surrounding them, one embedding itself in one of their crossbows and the others sticking into the ground immediately in front of each of the bandits. Slowly, the bowmen who had fired began to step into view, each one clothed in green to match their surroundings, as was their leader, the young archer.
Now seeing that they were truly outnumbered, Catrone commanded his men to retreat, and they all ran down the road a short ways and off into the forest. When they were all gone, one of the parasaurolophus riders approached the young hero and said, "Thank you, kind outsider! The people of Dinotopia are indebted to you and your band of vigilantes!"
"It is a pleasure to be of service," replied the archer, "but please don't call me or any of my friends 'outsiders'. That term we reserve for Catrone and the scoundrels like him. My men and I, though different from you and dwelling outside of your boundaries, are not 'outsiders' in their sense of the word, but we are simply friends of your country, prepared to defend your civilization and fight injustices when necessary. I know the Mayor and Matriarch see us as controversial figures, but you have my word that we mean only good will to them and to all of Dinotopia."
"What is your name, young man?"
The archer smiled slyly. "They call me the 'Robin Hood of Dinotopia'."

A crazed protoceratops ran about howling "Weapons are enemies, even to their owners!" loudly and repeatedly.

The travelers who had been rescued took not the slightest notice.

"Robin Hood" noticed the exchange between the two ceratopsians, so he joined in and said, "An excellent point, my good Triceratops! It was that logic that persuaded my second in command to join me on this venture. Little Trike, come and introduce yourself!" A very large triceratops with impressive horns emerged from the jungle at Robin's call. The dinosaur introduced himself, speaking with a light Scottish accent, sounding very much like the actor Archie Duncan who played Little John in the 1950s TV series "The Adventures of Robin Hood". "Greetings!" He began, "They call me Little Trike, because I'm so big."

As the protoceratops was once again pointing out that the Code of Dinotopia clearly stated that weapons were evil, a sword-carrying Troodon from Halcyon- a respected Dinotopian city- joined the group.

"My city has had weapons for centuries!" he proclaimed. "Halcyon hasn't had a single weapon related death for an extremely long time. We use our weapons for sport and training, as well as to be ready if there is ever some form of attack from the Rainy Basin. Speaking of which, why are we all standing around in this swamp?"

So saying, he walked back to the cart to check the sunstones.

"Neither had I," affirmed Robin. "I thought we were in a forest!"
Marty McFly and Doc Brown ran past shouting, "Sorry! Just a minor miscalibration!" and disappeared in a flash of light.
The lead parasaurolophus rider then said, "Well, it's time we took this cargo to Waterfall City. Cheerio!"

(Wait, the Rainy Basin isn't a swamp?)

(I didn't know we were in the rainy basin. I thought we were just in some unnamed forest in Dinotopia.)

While the muddy dinosaurs were being chewed by their mothers for tracking mud through the newly installed carpets and wooden floors of their homes, in another dimension BK was hanging out by the main platform, near Landing Pad #7 at the A Pads of the Riise Interstellar Spaceport (RIS). The Argentinian mining transport Kun Agüero was due to arrive in a few minutes and BK was interested in talking to her pilot. The reputation of that pilot was known to many in Riise and a lot of people knew him personally, and not few owed him some favors which they knew that he never really intended to collect. BK knew a lot about that pilot, probably more than all the people in Riise would ever find out, but he had never really met him in person.


Rough diagram (not to scale, duh!) of the landing pads at RIS.

-While the little, furry, blue genetic experiment named Stitch crawled around in the air ducts looking for mischief to make. He was trying to come up with a good prank that wouldn't put anyone's life in danger.

Stitch was watching and listening. When he heard about the plasma sword, he let out an excited, "Wooooooooh!" And scrambled over to Barbarian King. Handing the two-hundred dollars he had just swiped from Barbarian King over to the Amazon chick he said, "Thank you!" and dashed off with his new plasma sword.

Super-Ultra-Space Sir Galahad, Jedi Knight of the Round Table showed up, took the money back from super amazon girl with his lightning fast kungfu powers and gave it back to Barbarian King.

Meanwhile, the Forces of Darkness had decided to try and recruit the Grey Eagle. The sent him a very nice letter. It read-

Dear Grey Eagle,
Come to the dark side, we have cookies.
Sincerely,
The Forces of Darkness.

All of their PR people were certain that it would work.