After I'd dug her out from those aromatically super-duper-stickier-than-super-gluing-your-fingers-together pine cones, I repeatedly asked, "Where's Ted?" while doing my best imitation of Beatrix beating the snot out of Buck by smacking myself upside my head with a two by four.
A passerby, who was enjoying my impersonation of Professor Gumby singing "It's Only Make Believe" while bashing his head with a brick, said, "Ted went inside, mumbling that he was gonna make everyone rue the day."
With brain cells pouring out my ears, I grab Lolly and drag into the building.

"I lunge at Ted, only to miss and land flat on my partner's stomach. I'm completely upset because I smudged my makeup, and so I let Ted to flee the scene. Boy was I mad. I mean, do you know how long it took me to get my makeup just right?" says Lolly.

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I leave a scrambled Humpty with Yeggs Benedictine the short order cook, and I run up those seventeen flights of stairs to the tippity top of the building, where I find Twinkletoes Ted sitting on a ledge and threatening to cast a spell over the city with his horrific dancing.
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I jump to the ledge, grab him by his ears and slap the kitty cuffs on him.

I create a temporary holding cell for him by using a wire mail basket, and confident that he wasn't going to escape any time soon, go running down the twenty-seven flights {this is my short story, so it don't have to make sense, so there. nyah.} of stairs back to the lobby.
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To my horror, Yeggs Benedictine was about to crack open my partner's head so as to make some sensational eggs Benedict with his insides. I run up to Yeggs, snatch the spatula from his hands and say, "Look, my partner just don't give up his insides for no one you know. You have to be on the exam list and have a score in the top 2% of the class. Furthermore...."
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Furthermore, I couldn't finish my thought because a brown thingy went zipping by my head. Leaning over the railing, I took a face full of water.

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Irate beyond anyone's imagination, I gave Yeggs a slap across the face with his spatula and ran down another twenty seven flights of stairs to the lobby, so as to apprehend that fiendish fiend, Twinkletoes Ted.

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Grinding my teeth, I lunge towards the sperm whale and I just manage to get my hand on that big old fin of his....
Well, you don't see that everyday!
ReplyDeleteWhat, the sperm whale?
ReplyDeleteMost definitely.
It's our state mammal.
Ted's right - you'll never catch him ;)
ReplyDeleteBetcha you don't remember where I got that catch phrase from?
ReplyDeleteThe one positive thing about writing this story was all of the pop culture phrases I was able to come up with.
This might suggest that you need to see a doctor. Not the kind with the stethascope. :)
ReplyDeleteCharles: I was having such an incredibly tough time trying to write this story that I really started going off the deep end with it.
ReplyDeleteI guess the self-infliction of pain is rearing its ugly head again.
This reminds me of an ancient movie film I saw at the whaling museum in New Bedford MA in Blk&wht- Harpooning n chasing a sperm whale for over a day before they finally got it- very fast n full of stamina they are-
ReplyDeleteI'm really tired from all those stairs too-
Sorry to hear that.
ReplyDeleteThey do give you a good cardio work out though.
I thought the whale would make a good addition to the story, as it is on permanent display in the lobby at work.