Gary Vs. The Sea Monster

The giant sea monster tentacled his way out of the salty depths of the ocean, across the pebbly beach, through the pay & display car park and over the Mr. Whippy ice cream truck, gobbling it up diesel engine, flakes and all and pausing briefly to emit a fishy flavoured belch. A fishy belch with a hint of raspberry sauce and van tyres.
Gary pondered how strange it was to see a sea monster devour an ice cream truck and how strangely his life had turned out since he quit his job as at the Krazy Golf Course with the firm intention of packing his bag, slinging it over his shoulder and following where his whim took him.
His plan was to discover all the fascinating things that the world had to offer and he set out with a steadfast and determined look in his eyes. He waved goodbye to his sobbing Mother and gave his best friend Roy his collection of completed football sticker albums and left behind only a faint, niggling memory of himself for the folk he was leaving at home.
It was just like gary, his friends would later comment, to forget too late that he got sick on ferries and had a crippling fear of finding himself in a vehicle that was once fully able to fly but now was plunging straight down to Earth, one of the engines blazing away furiously and there being one to few parachutes for the total number of people who might need one.
Gary knew that should it come to an election over who would be denied a parachute in the event of a plunging, air based emergency he would be the unfortunate short straw holder and not the parachuter wearer.
Gary had always been a disappointment to his Father. His father, the Mayor and part time Santa Claus performer, had had high hopes when his wife had produced a boy.
He planned that Gary would be a productive and useful member of society, excelling in his chosen field of profession, being adept with a musical instrument, charitable with his time and spare resources, a fighter for the needy and against the World's worst excesses, attractive and witty enough to marry a pretty young girl and produce a stream of grandchildren that his highness the Mayor could dote over. Instead of someone who handed out putters, tees and ice lollies to snotty, grasping children.
Gary remembered his Father once saying to him "If you were any more useless you'd be a broken doorknob, you little idiot." as the sea monster put Gary out of his misery by eating him and carrying on in search of more nourishment. A fully loaded ice cream van and a full sized loser not being enough for any respectable giant sea monster bent on terror.
On hearing the news of his only son's briny demise Gary's father was heard to tut and in an exasperated tone of muted voice say "typical" mostly under his breath.
Contemporary witnesses say the Mayor went back to work. Gary's Father was not the sort of man to be held up by a family tragedy and went about a tricky ribbon cutting ceremony for a short stay car park with his usual pomp and Mayoral grace. Those who hadn't been aware of the Sea Monster attack would not have been anymore aware on watching the Mayor's professional way with a pair of oversized scissors.
His Mother was never the same again. She ran off to a resort on Portugal's Atlantic coast, divorced Gary's Father, married a waiter, joined a cult and died happy of a sex induced coronary attack.
The Sea Monster was finally herded/persuaded to go back to the sea only after eating a coin operated mechanical aeroplane ride outside an amusement arcade, three out of four tennis players in a mixed doubles match, a mime artist, a blind man but not his guide dog, seventeen deck chairs and a Punch & Judy tent. He went back to terrorising pirates and whaling ships having not especially enjoyed his sojourn on land as much as he'd been hoping.