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short hairs. Over her shoulder, to Mortiz and Phil, she said, "You can drop the zombie routine now, darlings. Mamma's fine." Then she gave the safeword, "Purina", and the two zombies once again became housecats, and curled up on the remnants of Jimmy/Chance's cheesy sport jacket to watch as Myrtle used her sewing scissors (which were considerably sharper than a juggler's machette)to
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make a cut across her face, which made the scene rather bloody. "Why are you bleeding, I haven't even touched you!", Chance shouted. Myrtle looked at him with a red, wet sticky face and said "I wanted to see myself without my mask. I just happen to have a bloody one". At this point, the two cats...
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wondered what the hell they were doing in this God-forsaken story. "Why just two years ago we were the leads in a great Broadway production," said Phil. "Remember, Moritz," said Phil, "I was the hunk that Madonna fell in love with and you were the......Comment
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coon-skin cap that Dan'l Boone wore in scene III of "Wagons and Ho's". Ah well, at least the residuals from this two-bit gig will keep us in Meow Mix for another month." While Myrtle was distracted listening to the cats whingeing, Chance jumped up and ....Comment
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got hit in the forehead by the ceiling fan.
"You stole that routine off Martin" Myrtle screamed and hit him again with the frypan.
Bleeding profusely, Chance reeled backwards and tripped over the......Every-one should watch their drawers!
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New Orleans street lamp he had been using as a prop --- for the ceiling fan. "You're a field, Myrtle Hayfool," or was it "You're a fool, Myrtle Hayfield," he never could quite remember her last name, which, by chance, had been given him when he had been hired by...
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a dubious promoter from the eastern seaboard of Canada.
"I knew I shouldn't have taken a gig from a guy with no septum" he thought as he staggered to his feet.
Suddenly, from nowhere, dozens of trumpets sounded an inspiring fanfare and into the room walked.....Every-one should watch their drawers!
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Rumpel,dragging a bag full of props. He pulled out two of his false noses and said....Comment
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"OY! Crikey! I'm a rooster, what? Eh, what? What? Oi, Aye, Eh, Mate, I'm a McChicken on a roasted bun! What, WHAT? How's yer Da, Hoosier Daddy, G'day, G'don, G'bye!"
Handing a rubber nose to each of the bleeding humans, he stuffed both cats into his rucksack, though he often thought of it as a tuckerbag, and leaped out the third floor window, landing in aComment
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pitch that was currently occupied by "I can eat fifty eggs" Evan. Evan, who was in the middle of his show knew he had no hat line for this occasion so he bravely paused and said".........Comment
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“He dines on mince, and slices of quince,
Which he eats with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
To dance by the light of the moon.”
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"Step aside pixie...
& make way..
for your Royal Highness...
who is displaying..
the family jewels...
to group of nutsters..
who are all funny in the head!
I suggest you...
make a display...
everso motley...
& show the guests...
some trickery..."
Which struck Evan as odd, until he remembered that this was Rumple, and noted the whimsyriddled nods of understanding coming from his massive crowd.
The crowd was enormous. It was Brady big. It was Alakazam huge. Nobody (except Jeff Moshe if he was doing the show) would call it small. There were people waiting behind people waiting to catch a glimse of the backs of the seventh row heads.
Rumple looked around, and noting the situation, threw back his jingling head, and before the pixie dust settled, said "Crickey...Comment
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this pixie shit is getting to me....
here’s a kid just beginning with a crowd that seems to have no end
and here i am in the middle...
in the midst of communication and recognition
a puzzling answer that
can't be questioned
so now, i have become the laughter
with that Rumple starts to twirl the bag of cats around his head ...Comment
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.....& then one of the silly cats....jumps out of the sack....& follows a stray pigeon around in circles until it spins itself out....full(fool)360....etc...& beyond...Comment
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the Scrawny Cat-Fur...Hoarse Cheesy Weasel Ratball Piper dimension....where there's some sort of skewiffy fuzzy stray Munchkin's dream channelling optical alien matrix snorkel delerium.....Comment
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