It was now the second day of packing and we were back to work, trying to get things done as quickly as possible because a hurricane was headed our way. I should probably back up to give everyone a better idea of what was going on at this point. The shipping trailer wasn't going to be dropped off for another day, so at this time we were transporting show pieces onto our 'staging area' which was the ramp that led from the basement of CEI out to the street. I spent most of the day loading the items I could find and carry onto the loading ramp, and waiting to lug the character crates up the ramp until later in the evening when there was more help available. That night Aaron, myself, and Andrew (Looneymagic from the Forum) continued to gather items and take measurements of the crates and larger items so we could put together a diagram of how to pack the truck. The 3 of us pulled a Fatz crate onto the ramp and checked it over to verify it's contents. Everything checked out thankfully, however, the time it took to check it out and measure everything put us behind. By the end of the night we had only 2 crates moved into the staging area - Dook and Fatz.
We decided to call it a night and partake in some relaxing time. Aaron cooked up some pizza that was left over from the night before and Andrew provided some dinner entertainment in the form of live magic tricks. We also got a chance to watch a few shows which was really fun. Aaron cued up several shows from Colander Head Night - I had never seen these shows performed by the RAE, my only knowledge of them was from some very bad audio samples I obtained years ago. So if that wasn't cool enough, Aaron cued up some outtake shows. One of these was an outtake from Magic Night of Dook singing 'Magic Touch' by the Platters, and the other was my favorite Mitzi song of all time 'End of the World' which had an intro skit about Rolfe wanting to compete with Colander Heads by starting a 'Small Appliances Movement'. That was an interesting skit, as I had never heard of it before that night.
That night Aaron allowed me to stay down at CEI (in his old bedroom there) which was interesting. It was one of those surreal moments where, as a fan, you kinda have to step back and think "I'm about to spend the night AT Creative Engineering". A month earlier, that's the last thing in the world I thought I'd ever be doing. But it was very late and I didn't have much time to dwell on it because the ABF loading trailer was ariving in the morning and I had to get to sleep.
It was now day 3 which was Wednesday morning. The truck arrived on schedule and I spent most of the morning putting together the diagram for loading the crates into the truck. As soon as Aaron's morning meeting was over, he showed up at the shop so we could get a good start. The latest news bulletins showed the hurricane on route to Orlando and arriving by the end of the week. The previous night we looked into using the forklift to load the crates which seemed like our best bet. It was leaking hydrolic fluid a bit, but nothing too bad. The battery was also dead, but a quick jump from Aaron's car had it purring like a kitten. So when Aaron showed up, he brought with him a few quarts of hydrolic fluid and we got started. Since the forklift was up and running, we figured we'd just use it to go down and grab each crate and drive it up the ramp out next to the truck. It seemed like a good idea anyway.
Well we got the Dook and Fatz crate up out of the basement easily enough, but the forklift began leaking fluid pretty bad. Enough to where it was leaving streaks on the ramp which were very slick. To make matters worse, the road in front of CEI is made of bricks, and dips down fairly steep where it connects to the sidewalk outside of the building. The small wheels on the forklift kept getting stuck in the rut and we kept having to use scrap pieces of wood to put under the tires for traction everytime it got stuck. Being short on time and unable to turn off the forklift without jump-starting it again, we kept on going. And then it happened. We got stuck. We got stuck bad. The forks were now leaking fluid so bad that it was pooling in the rut, and when Aaron got stuck the last time the wheels were so covered in fluid and grease there was no traction to be found.
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