This time it's a vodka sunrise.
Ankh 3 is the right answer Zookee!

Thanks Bernee!

Since I've finally figured out the text adventure I think it's time to give it a whirl....here goes...

A flock of geese have landed on my pond. Winter is approaching and they are on their migratory journey south. If I want this message to reach it's intended destination I will have to act fast. I roll the note, that I had carefully crafted earlier comlete with a map, and slip it into a small empty jar. My hands are shaking with intrepidation. What if I fail? I must act swiftly and stealthfully. I move quietly toward the water.

>_

Close jar lid and put jar in the water. Push it toward the geese.

They flap their wings & gaggle loudly as they inquisitively inspect the jar then decide to ignore it!
> Crouch.
> Creep into water & retrieve jar. You need to make it more attractive.
>

>close the lid and enter the pond

The water is either too hot or there's some magic involved. Anyway you are shrinking!

>climb on one of the geese

With the lid securely on the jar and the jar clutched tightly in my hand, I slip quietly through the water toward the nearest bird. Before I reach the bird I notice a fish biting at my right knee. It seems the water is magic and I am growing smaller and the fish seems to think I'm food. I reach into my pocket and pull out a sweetcake to lure it away from my knee.It looks up at me and begins to sing. Oh, it's that bass from the plaque. As he finishes his comforting song ("Don't worry, be happy"), the goose I was headed for swims near, dunks his head into the water and swallows the fish. Before the fish disappears into the birds throat I quickly shove the jar into it's wide mouth. Eat that Billy Bass! Oh no, the bass latched onto my ever-shinking arm and drew me in. Seems I'm going south too.

>_

Curse of Monkey Island? I seem to remember a pirate named Snugglecakes. Close enough???

No, not Curse of Monkey Island, Becky. Nice guess, though.

> I'm guessing that I'm in for a long ride so I might as well use the time to look around. Billy isn't singing anymore, maybe never again, but his mouth is open so I crawl out. Hmmm it's really dark in the belly of the bird. It's a good thing I had my backpack on when I got swallowed. I'll check to see what's inside that I can use. Hopefully I brought a lighter.

>_

I am still not sure I get it, but is it Art of Murder?

Open backpack.

_>

Not Art of Murder flotsam.

I've been a little stingy with clues. I'm having too much fun with this. But I'll try to be more generous...

>Open backpack and feel around inside. There are quite a few things in there, but since it's dark I'll have to guess by feel. Hmm, this must be a roll of undeveloped film, and this feels like a battery. Here's a hand pump, and, oh, here's the grappling hook! Darn, where's the ladder. Ah, good I packed a lighter. I flick it on and look around.

>use the grappling hook on the bird's throat

Upon accessing my situation I discover that the lighter is burning really hot and the inside of this bird is cooking like a steambath. Just as the thought of roast duck a l'orange crossed my mind the steam pressure built up and forced a belch the size of a hot air balloon out of the bird and I became instantly airborn. No time to throw the grappling hook over the bird's neck. I'll just have to wing it.... ... As I soar through the air toward what looks like a jungle below I spot a leopard crouched in the tall grass. He's looking right at me and, oh cr*p, is that drool dripping from it's large, shiny teeth?

>use the grappling hook on the highest tree

>One hundred feet above the ground and falling. Time to use that grappling hook! Ninety feet, I spot a suitable tree. Eighty feet, with the hook in my hand I wind up. Seventy feet, I'm still winding up... ... Sixty feet, ok, aim, throw. Fifty feet, I watch the hook make contact with the tree. Forty feet, it grabs! Now, hopefully the rope is less than 40 feet! I fall to ten feet above the ground and the rope goes taut, I swing like a pendulum through the air. I kick back and enjoy the carnival type ride. Then I notice a town as I reach the high end of the arc. It appears to have a market, and a camera shop. Good, I can develope the film while I shop for supplies.

It it Paradise?

Paradise is the one! Over to ya, flotsam.

I haven't mastered this text adventure approach yet so I will try a more "traditional" approach.

Misplaced italian female has budget bonanza rearranged

Too cryptic?

Al Emmo and the Lost Dutchman's Mine?

Nancy Drew: Phantom of Venice?

Runaway ??

Nope, none of them.

New order for hostel cash cow from missing renaisance lady

Tweak Bernard for similar product.

Oh please, don't tweak me!!!