022 - DREAM, PART ONE

 
 

THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS.

   
The Edge
What are you doing rummaging through the trash?
   
Merry
*sigh* You know how the day after Christmas, you gather up all the wrapping paper off the floor and throw it in the trash, and then later something's gone missing, and you realize it probably ended up in the trash bin by accident?
   
The Edge
Yes...
   
Merry  
Well, I can't find Pippin.
   
Merry
This is all ScottPhisto's fault! He stuck a bow on pippin's head and said he looked "adorable" but now look what's happened!
   
The Edge  
Relax. I don't think Pippin would have stood for being thrown in a trash bin.
   
ScottPhisto
I don't think he would have stood for much, actually. He was pretty drunk last I saw him.
   
The Edge
We Irish prefer to say "drink had been taken."
   
ScottPhisto
You could say that. Or you could say he got smashed like a statue of Saddam Hussein.
   
 
 

MEANWHILE, IN ANOTHER PART OF THE CITY.

   
Pippin  

Zzzzz...
   
Pippin  
*snort*
Wha?
   
Pippin  
Where am I? This place doesn't look familiar at all.
   
Pippin
Excuse me, hello?
   
Nice Lady  

Well hello, little boy. Are you lost?

   
Pippin
I think so. Can you help me find my way home? It's a big mansion, and me and some friends are in the middle of painting the outside to look like the Death Star.
   
Nice Lady  
A mansion? That would be way out in the suburbs. How did you get all the way here?
   
Pippin
I don't know. I had too much to drink.
   
Nice Lady
Aren't you a little young to be drinking alcohol, young man?
   
Pippin
I'm twenty-nine!
   
Pippin
And anyway, I didn't know I'd had that much. They were these fruity drinks that my friend Pac-Man was mixing...
   
Nice Lady  
...
   
Nice Lady
You know, this town was great when I moved here and I was 25. Maybe I'm getting older, but I think it's time I moved to Connecticut or somewhere, and settled down.
*walks away*
   
Pippin  
...
   
 
 

TO BE CONTINUED...

   
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