An Unauthorized History of 3ABN, Chapter 7 (the dollar store and the Lengend) Options

[sister]

The Dollar Store and the Legend of Plungie...


For the 3ABN workers and the other impoverished residents of Franklin County, even a trip with your kids to the Dollar Store can be a rare treat. This emporium of astonishing merchandise, gathered from unknown locations, is a shopping paradise for the working poor. Located in a strip mall in West Frankfort, anchored at one end by K-Mart and the other end by Krogers supermarket, many have walked its aisles seeking both bargains and treasures among it’s innumerable items.

Today the cashier looks up to see what is obviously a father and his four children. No suggestion can be seriously entertained as to the paternity of these children, you see his physical characteristics reflected dominantly in each one of them. Upon closer inspection of this chief and his little tribe, the countenance of the father’s face and his demeanor as he interacts with his children, makes his love for them quite evident.

Slipping a dollar bill into each of their small hands and following close behind, he has instructed them to choose a special toy for themselves. As a scurry of small feet makes a beeline directly to the toy aisle, with a look of amusement on his face he observes them searching, as if for hidden treasure. One by one, they come up to him their faces beaming as they proudly present before him the results of their painstaking search. He smiles and comments on each purchase and then as the last of the four approaches him, his expression changes immediately from pleasure to surprise. Clutched majestically in his son’s hand is a toilet plunger. Kneeling down next to his child, he gently lays his hand on his shoulder and says, “Son, the dollar was meant as a gift for you to choose a special toy.” Searching his son’s face, he asks him, “Do you know what this is for? Ah, well, it is used for the potty...” An interesting discussion ensues between father and son, resulting in his son marching proudly up to the cashier, handing her his dollar and walking out of the store with his Daddy, sister and two brothers in tow. Like a conductor skillfully brandishing his baton before a philharmonic orchestra, this boy proudly leads his family through the parking lot, to the enthusiastic maneuvers of his newest toy: a bathroom toilet plunger.

Before their arrival at their father’s modest abode, the unusual new “toy” had already been christened “Plungie”. Now to the amazement of the rest of the family, Plungie has become the constant companion of Justin. With the expert movements that are usually reserved only for swordsmen of the caliber of Robin Hood or Zorro; Justin thrusts and parries, bringing Plungie into contact with every available surface: all areas of the car, windows, doors, the TV set, and the computer monitor. No flat, concave or convex surface is safe from the Plungie invasion.

At the end of their visit the children return to their mother’s home. Alighting from the car, Justin runs up to his mother, excited to show her all the things he has learned to do with his new toy. He has already realized that it is an excellent way to open the refrigerator door and to pick up certain selected objects from the floor.

Probably the greatest exploit in the history of Plungie, to date, was when Justin took his toy and constant companion to a Thompsonville function at the 3ABN school gym. Brandishing Plungie before him as he entered the crowded room, like Moses raising his staff and parting the red sea, a path was instantly cleared before Justin. Being ignorant of the facts, the good folks of the Thompsonville SDA church kept telling him to take that “germy, dirty thing” back to the gym’s mens room where he had found it. But laughing and running around the gym together, Justin and Plungie were having too good of a time to be insulted by these callous remarks. In pure joy, to the extreme displeasure of the good folk assembled at that event, Plungie accompanied Justin for the entire evening.

Postscript: The father of these four children lost his job at 3ABN because, when God opened his eyes and gave him insight to see what was really happening and the corruption he had become involved in supporting, he was no longer willing to participate in doing Danny’s bidding “behind the scenes” at 3ABN. This resulted in him quitting his job on moral grounds. Hoping that would be the end of Danny Shelton’s intrigues in his life, instead he found out that it was only the beginning. By Danny's word he was branded a “pathological liar” and other labels were applied, equally untrue, each more heinous than the last. You might think that being the father of Danny Shelton’s beloved grandchildren would afford some favorable consideration, wouldn’t you? If you believe that, then you haven’t been paying very close attention as we look “behind the scenes” at 3ABN...


Stay tuned...

This post has been edited by sister: May 22 2006, 05:37 PM

[Clay]

Obviously what is happening is of satanic origin and is being promoted by Satan's servant Danny Shelton. If it is this evil, then it must be stopped. We cannot let Satan have free reign over something that is done in the name of our Lord.

Vonessa..... stop with the accusations of what Mr. Shelton may or may not be..... evil is done everyday in the name of God... probably right in the neighborhood in which you live.... perhaps you might start your crusade there...

The conglomeration of the situation with which we are dealing is most certainly not of God. If what has been said by those who know (and not just those who claim to know) is true, then we have a satanic agency at work at 3ABN. That is the bottom line, pure and simple.

If you would prefer to dance all over it and pretend not to know who is behind the constant evil clouds described by Sister, Johann, Fran, and others, then so be it. If we want to do this right we must call it like it is. Evil like this does not come from God - it comes from Satan. Cooperating with this type of evil does not come from God - it comes from Satan.

I do not need to see the books of Satan to know that we are dealing with supernatural evil here based on the statements of our brothers and sisters. If you want to pretend that it's God doing this, then go ahead. But that is ignorant. Until we understand where all this comes from, everything we do is irrelevant.

The place to stop a poisoned stream is not at the faucet - it's at the source. Evil is as evil does.

Until it is proven it is a person or person's perspective of what they experienced at 3BN.... since we have not heard the other side of all of this and yes most stories have at least two sides, we cannot rush to judgement.....While you may think Mr. Shelton is evil incarnate based on the stories shared so far, please note that those telling the stories could have an agenda to turn public opinion against him.... To not consider other possibilities is also ignorant....

[beartrap]

The Dollar Store and the Legend of Plungie...
For the 3ABN workers and the other impoverished residents of Franklin County, even a trip with your kids to the Dollar Store can be a rare treat. This emporium of astonishing merchandise, gathered from unknown locations, is a shopping paradise for the working poor. Located in a strip mall in West Frankfort, anchored at one end by K-Mart and the other end by Krogers supermarket, many have walked its aisles seeking both bargains and treasures among it’s innumerable items.

Today the cashier looks up to see what is obviously a father and his four children. No suggestion can be seriously entertained as to the paternity of these children, you see his physical characteristics reflected dominantly in each one of them. Upon closer inspection of this chief and his little tribe, the countenance of the father’s face and his demeanor as he interacts with his children, makes his love for them quite evident.

Slipping a dollar bill into each of their small hands and following close behind, he has instructed them to choose a special toy for themselves. As a scurry of small feet makes a beeline directly to the toy aisle, with a look of amusement on his face he observes them searching, as if for hidden treasure. One by one, they come up to him their faces beaming as they proudly present before him the results of their painstaking search. He smiles and comments on each purchase and then as the last of the four approaches him, his expression changes immediately from pleasure to surprise. Clutched majestically in his son’s hand is a toilet plunger. Kneeling down next to his child, he gently lays his hand on his shoulder and says, “Son, the dollar was meant as a gift for you to choose a special toy.” Searching his son’s face, he asks him, “Do you know what this is for? Ah, well, it is used for the potty...” An interesting discussion ensues between father and son, resulting in his son marching proudly up to the cashier, handing her his dollar and walking out of the store with his Daddy, sister and two brothers in tow. Like a conductor skillfully brandishing his baton before a philharmonic orchestra, this boy proudly leads his family through the parking lot, to the enthusiastic maneuvers of his newest toy: a bathroom toilet plunger.

Before their arrival at their father’s modest abode, the unusual new “toy” had already been christened “Plungie”. Now to the amazement of the rest of the family, Plungie has become the constant companion of Justin. With the expert movements that are usually reserved only for swordsmen of the caliber of Robin Hood or Zorro; Justin thrusts and parries, bringing Plungie into contact with every available surface: all areas of the car, windows, doors, the TV set, and the computer monitor. No flat, concave or convex surface is safe from the Plungie invasion.

At the end of their visit the children return to their mother’s home. Alighting from the car, Justin runs up to his mother, excited to show her all the things he has learned to do with his new toy. He has already realized that it is an excellent way to open the refrigerator door and to pick up certain selected objects from the floor.

Probably the greatest exploit in the history of Plungie, to date, was when Justin took his toy and constant companion to a Thompsonville function at the 3ABN school gym. Brandishing Plungie before him as he entered the crowded room, like Moses raising his staff and parting the red sea, a path was instantly cleared before Justin. Being ignorant of the facts, the good folks of the Thompsonville SDA church kept telling him to take that “germy, dirty thing” back to the gym’s mens room where he had found it. But laughing and running around the gym together, Justin and Plungie were having too good of a time to be insulted by these callous remarks. In pure joy, to the extreme displeasure of the good folk assembled at that event, Plungie accompanied Justin for the entire evening.

Postscript: The father of these four children lost his job at 3ABN because, when God opened his eyes and gave him insight to see what was really happening and the corruption he had become involved in supporting, he was no longer willing to participate in doing Danny’s bidding “behind the scenes” at 3ABN. This resulted in him quitting his job on moral grounds. Hoping that would be the end of Danny Shelton’s intrigues in his life, instead he found out that it was only the beginning. By Danny's word he was branded a “pathological liar” and other labels were applied, equally untrue, each more heinous than the last. You might think that being the father of Danny Shelton’s beloved grandchildren would afford some favorable consideration, wouldn’t you? If you believe that, then you haven’t been paying very close attention as we look “behind the scenes” at 3ABN...
Stay tuned...

[PaperTigers]

I can just see Justin playing with a plunger
and of course I can imagine people's reaction!!!

[beartrap]

You should have seen when we walked into the gymn. Like Sister said, it was like Moses and the Red Sea. Justin stuck plungie to the back of an elderly lady's seat and cleared the table.

There was food at that event.

[AmeliaLD]

Why was it assumed it came from the mens room?

[beartrap]

Why was it assumed it came from the mens room?

Justin is a boy, and its a toilet plunger.

They fled in terror and disgust.

[inga]

You should have seen when we walked into the gymn. Like Sister said, it was like Moses and the Red Sea. Justin stuck plungie to the back of an elderly lady's seat and cleared the table.

There was food at that event.

Thanks for a good laugh, sister & beartrap.

I understand that's "good medicine."

I'm sure there are more such diversionary tales from 3ABN which would provide a good change of pace. Let's hear them.

This post has been edited by inga: May 22 2006, 09:02 PM

[beartrap]

Hey Paper Tiger, were you there when the piglet peed on a couple of kids during a Tiny Tots program? Or when the turtle did its thing on one of the kids?

Another one on the kids. I told the kids that somebody had set me up with a blind date, and my youngest one said, "Oh no, dad. Don't get married to her, we don't want a blind step-mamma."

[summertime]

Thanks for a good laugh, sister & beartrap.

I understand that's "good medicine."

I'm sure there are more such diversionary tales from 3ABN which would provide a good change of pace. Let's hear them.

Beartrap, stay as close to your kids as you can----if all daddies spent that much time with their kids, I think that Satan would be out of work.

[PaperTigers]

Hey Paper Tiger, were you there when the piglet peed on a couple of kids during a Tiny Tots program? Or when the turtle did its thing on one of the kids?

Another one on the kids. I told the kids that somebody had set me up with a blind date, and my youngest one said, "Oh no, dad. Don't get married to her, we don't want a blind step-mamma."

Yeah I was there for everyone one of the Tiny Tots programs, as well as the Kids Time programs... but the funniest was when, I think it was a turtle, peed on Auntie Linda!!! It was hilarious the whole set bust up laughing (and poor farmer Mike was trying to keep going!!!)
Of course then there were just the comical things animals do.. have you ever seen a goat try and walk on painted concrete? The poor thing was slipping and sliding all over the place...
If you want laughs, just try working with animals and kids!!
It's also enough to try your patience, but they are so cute you can't help but love it!!

[Hersheys99]

QUOTE(beartrap @ May 22 2006, 09:29 PM) *

You should have seen when we walked into the gymn. Like Sister said, it was like Moses and the Red Sea. rofl1.gif Justin stuck plungie to the back of an elderly lady's seat and cleared the table. roflmao.gif

There was food at that event. rofl1.gif roflmao.gif

That would have been too cute!!

Thanks Beartrap & Papertigers for sharing some of those "funnies" with us.

[Uncle Sam]

Yeah I was there for everyone one of the Tiny Tots programs, as well as the Kids Time programs... but the funniest was when, I think it was a turtle, peed on Auntie Linda!!! It was hilarious the whole set bust up laughing (and poor farmer Mike was trying to keep going!!!)
Of course then there were just the comical things animals do.. have you ever seen a goat try and walk on painted concrete? The poor thing was slipping and sliding all over the place...
If you want laughs, just try working with animals and kids!!
It's also enough to try your patience, but they are so cute you can't help but love it!!

Speaking of "Farmer Mike", I haven't seen him in quite a while, what happened to him?

[beartrap]

Speaking of "Farmer Mike", I haven't seen him in quite a while, what happened to him?

I smell a packrat. Farmer Mike mysteriously disappeared one night and the in the morning there was an inaccurate replica in his place.

No big dramatic soap opera there, he was simply replaced... leastwise thats what the boss told me.

Oh... it was auntie Linda the turtle peed on.

I also remember a time back when I worked in production that we were doing a Presents Live, and there was a wasp on the set. It flew around and finally landed on Danny's shoulder, but he didn't let on that he knew. He was leaning forward in his chair and it crawled down his back and the floor director wrote him a message on the white board. It said "Don't lean back! Wasp behind you." During the break, he flew out of that chair and somebody killed the wasp.

[summertime]

I smell a packrat. Farmer Mike mysteriously disappeared one night and the in the morning there was an inaccurate replica in his place.

No big dramatic soap opera there, he was simply replaced... leastwise thats what the boss told me.

Oh... it was auntie Linda the turtle peed on.

I also remember a time back when I worked in production that we were doing a Presents Live, and there was a wasp on the set. It flew around and finally landed on Danny's shoulder, but he didn't let on that he knew. He was leaning forward in his chair and it crawled down his back and the floor director wrote him a message on the white board. It said "Don't lean back! Wasp behind you." During the break, he flew out of that chair and somebody killed the wasp.

How sad---the wasp only wanted to be a part of the show!!! His death was to prevent the sting!!!

This post has been edited by summertime: May 23 2006, 11:16 AM