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Pipeline's Most Bitchin'
Encounter
A
Story By Kyla
Based on characters created by John Carpenter, Debra Hill, and Kurt Russell
Pipeline watched the pitch shape of Snake
Plissken descend onto Mulholland Drive.
The graying surfer waited,
risking even more skin damage from the acid rain now
falling. Waited, until the
master outlaw's jet form was out
of sight.
"Out of Sight! Awwwooo! Snake Plissken too cool man!" he chuckled. This was
almost as good as becoming one with
the waves. Not only that, but Plissken spared
him! Pipeline always kept his word
and those words were ringing in his
ears now.
"Hey thanks for not killing me man, I owe you one!" The thought ran
through his
head constantly as he
made his way back to the ruins of the Big Kulauha, an ancient
surfing supply
store now serving as home to his gang:
The Tsunami Straddlers!
The Straddler leader was greeted by 3 of his fellow surfers. A stocky one, named
Churn spoke up first. "Hey dude, did
you find out who that guy was, the one with
the really bitchin' black boat?"
Another named Tunnelvision asked, "Yeah, man who was that guy."
"Dudes! That was a legend, man!" their leader said with exaggerated hand
gestures.
Pipeline's crew looked at him. "Not one of Cuervo's jerks huh." a punker, O'er
the
Edge spat.
"No way man! This guy's too bitchin' for Cuervo!"
"Get out!" Churn exclaimed.
"Lemme tell ya, it‚s so bitchin‚. Yours truly tangled with Snake Plissken!!!"
"Whooa, ol' One Eye! I thought he was dead!"
"Like THE Snake..." Churn gasped.
"Right on brothers, and no, he ain't dead man. He was slithering around very
much
alive. He‚s been on all the Crime
channels for years. Been an outlaw even before
you all came riding out of the
Motherwave."
"Far out, Pipeline." Tunnelvision sighed.
"Whooa, what did ya say to him." O'er the Edge came closer, obviously in awe.
"Told him some directions, he's new to L.A. Between all of you cosmic dudes and
me, he looked like he always does,
like's he's hunting for something, or someone."
"Huh?" Churn said.
"You boys saw him as he crawled outta the boat, didn't you see the heat he was
packing."
"Man, that thing he was carrying was a gun?!" Tunnelvision drooled, looking at
his
puny AK-47, and then slowly
backed away from Pipeline.
"Yeah man, no shit. It was the most bitchin‚ subautomatic I've ever seen."
"He didn't kill you dude, why?"
"Sheeet Churn that's a most gnarly quessy to pass onto the Wavemaster man."
the fourth Straddler Boogieboard
said.
Pipeline laughed it off.
"No sweat man. I was wondering that myself. I think once ol' Snake knew that I
meant him no trouble he was cool.
Wasn't as tall as I thought tho."
Still stunned, Churn replied. "Really? He looks so big on the TV man!"
"Yeah, true. But lemme tell you, if I meet him again, I'm gonna teach him to
ride
the tsunami!"
"No offense Pipeline, but Snake Plissken surfing. Just can‚t visualize it man I
think
he'd kill you before he did that."
Tunnelvision yawned, he wanted to get to that
parade Cuervo was gonna hold out
on Sunset.
"Dude I totally disagree! I think Snake would think it was the most bitchin'
thing
he'd ever done!"
"Oh wow! How trippy, it‚s almost time for that parade of Cuervos," Pipeline said
looking at the still-functioning sun
dial in the center of the room. "I want all you
dudes to go see the Jones
parade, get the scoop and then go tell Hershe.
But don't
mention PIissken, he ain't our business!"
"Right on, we'll see you later man! Catch us a great wave Pipeline."
"Awwwwooo! You betcha. See ya later dudes."
The 4 youths left their leader alone. Pipeline took his favorite board out to
his jeep
and scanned the sea just meters
away. There were waves, but nothing to ride home
about. Suddenly, a small
tremblor rocked the shoreline. A great
big grin plastered itself across the grizzled surfer's face.
"Bitchin', could be some killer waves here!" He watched as his jeep shook, and
thought of Snake. „Hmmm, better pack
another board. Wanna be prepared if I bump
into the Cobra again. Show him how to
slither and straddle a
tsunami...aaawwwwoooo,
Bitchin!!!"