BOOT PATROL
The
Boot Patrol was the police organization employed by
Gladys
The Evil One in
Witchville.
Headed by
Sergeant
MacGuffin, the Boot
Patrol was literally a platoon of
gigantic,
living leather army boots.
When
Festeron became
Witchville, the boots would begin their rounds,
arresting curfew violators. These criminals were thrown into an
especially smelly boot and carried to the lobby of the Police Station
to await sentence by MacGuffin (they were thrilled of the usual
sentence, tossing prisoners into the
shark-infested
waters of the
bay).
The lead boot was an especially tall
boot. Due to rules laid down between the three sisters (
Y'Gael,
Hortense,
Gladys), the Boot Patrol was forbidden from entering both the
cemetery and
the underground caverns.
In 1157 GUE, the
first
postman was captured by these boots and cast into the sea to
be eaten
by sharks. An army of thousands of
seahorses
came to the postal
worker's rescue, as well as causing the entire Patrol to slip into the
water and be eaten by these sharks instead.
Though other Boot
Patrols have been seen since, by the reign of
Simon
the Postman,
Sergeant MacGuffin's police organization had been replaced with a squad
of 24 men, his own son,
Brad
MacGuffin as their head. This enforcement
unit was the nastiest group of enforcers anyone was ever likely to
meet. They wore trooper uniforms, complete with the highly polished
riding boots and striped jodhpurs, leather jackets, policemen’s caps
and those kinds of highly-reflective sunglasses that prevents an
onlooker from seeing behind. Only the jackets were not standard trooper
issue—they sported far too many chains. They marched at goodly clip,
six lines of them, four men across, with the four at the corner all
holding torches to light the way. All curfew violators were dumped,
head first, into a six-foot-high (non-living) boot. Arms and legs were
strapped to the leather interior, then the boot’s side was zipped up to
the top so that the prisoner was completely enclosed in the dark. It
was this method that criminals were delivered to the Sergeant.
Eventually
Sergeant MacGuffin realized that twenty-four men had been to ungainly,
for they had too much time off and too much leisure in which to think.
Thus he took every second one, had those twelve lined up against a
wall, and had them shot. It was a simple solution that kept them in
line and the dozen remaining were more effective alone than the
twenty-four.
In the days of Simon the Postman, during the
first Witchville curse he thwarted, the Boot Patrol was ordered to
violate the long-established rules by pursuing both Simon and
Mr. Sneed
into the cemetery where several of the troopers were snatched away by
eldritch vapors.
Further overstepping its bounds by entering the
underground caverns, the remainder of the squad found themselves
entirely devoured by
Amy Sue
Grue, who Simon had managed to befriend
beforehand. It is unknown whether Sergeant MacGuffin found any sort of
replacement (boots, humans, other monsters) for his Boot Patrol.
Though
the Festeron Boot Patrol had been no more, frequent posses of
“Renegade” Boot Patrols have been located across
Zork. These autonomous
boots obey no master. They were especially spotted during the
Great Monster Uprising
of the
Second Age
of Magic, specifically in the following regions:
The Casino in
Port Foozle,
The Gray Mountains
Asylum,
Granola Mines,
Peltoid Valley,
Mines of Mendon,
Grubbo Hills,
Kovalli Desert,
The Old Lingolf House,
The Southern Wastes,
and the
G.U.E. Tech
Training Grounds in the
Ethereal
Plane of Atrii.
COMPILATION OF BOOT
PATROL MARCHING SONG VERSES
The Boot Patrol is full of
starch,
Witchville’s finest on the march!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol is such a rush,
For all free will we soon shall crush!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol’s the place for me,
Let’s all hear it for tyranny!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol is really neat,
It you meet us, you’re in defeat!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol can always lick them!
See! We’ve found another victim!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol has passed the test,
For you are now under arrest!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol is so sublime!
They’ll beat you up at any time!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol makes people gulp,
Before it grinds them into pulp!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol will never lack,
For we shoot people in the back!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol is so sublime
For we can catch you any time!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol—no ifs or buts,
Is coming to rip out your guts!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol is on the way—
There is no hope. You’d better pray!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol’s by far the best;
We’ll smash your skull and leave the rest!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol will take a slice,
What we can’t cut, we then will dice!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol will take shot,
When we get done you’ll leak a lot!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol will take a stab,
And rid you of unsightly flab!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol has got a hunch;
We’re going to make you lose your lunch!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol will make you gulp,
The beat you to a bloody pulp!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol has quite a sting,
And we can handle anything!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The Boot Patrol is on a spree,
So watch out now ‘cause we’re—aaiee!
Sound off! One, two!
Sound off! Three, four!
Sound off! One, two, three, four!
Three-four!
The last two of these verses were part of a twenty-eight verse capture
song:
We caught a guy in a suit!
Who was smoking an old cheroot!
He tried to run,
But we caught him for fun,
And then we gave him the Boot!
The Boot! The Boot! The Boot!
We caught a girl with a flute!
On which she was tempted to toot!
Take music, she said,
But we took her instead!
And then we gave her the Boot!
The Boot! The Boot! The Boot!
SOURCE(S):
Wishbringer, Wishbringer (novel), Legends of Zork |