Disclaimer: I only own Jade, Morgan, and Alex. The play belongs to Shakespeare, Dr. Teeth belongs to Jim Henson, and Wrinkly, Cranky, DK, Swanky, and Karate belong to Nintendo.
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"Is it posted yet? Is it posted yet?" Morgan's brow furrowed.
"Cranky, calm down," she said to her hyperactive boss. "You're acting like Alex would if at an E3 convention they announced a game where you could make chocolate and sell it."
The three of them, along with most of the rest of the group, were standing at Rtt City Hall. They'd all auditioned, upon Cranky's request(more of a demand, actually), for the civic center's production of Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. Since there was already a huge crowd around the bulletin board, Swanky, Wrinkly, and Dr. Teeth all offered to be the brave triad to go inside and check the cast list to see who was who. It'd been about twenty minutes since they'd entered and the others were getting testy.
"I can't help it!" Cranky pouted in reply. "I haven't done this play since high school!"
"Really?" Alex asked. "You did this in high school?"
"Yeah."
"What role did you do?" Jade asked.
"He was Caesar," Karate popped up. He sounded like he resented the topic.
"What's wrong, Karate?" Morgan said, looking at the man.
"Yeah, why do you sound like you resented him playing Caesar?" DK added.
"Because I originally tried out for Brutus," Cranky said.
"And let me guess, Karate wanted to be Caesar," Alex said.
"Yep."
"Apparently the director liked the idea of a black guy stabbing a white guy rather than the other way around," Karate muttered.
"Well, with us running around in white clothing it would have looked-"
A sudden, victorious shout of "Yes!" came from the doors, interrupting the male bar woner. They all turned to find Swanky with his arms thrusted into the air in triumph.
"What role do you have?" Jade asked.
"Cicero," Swanky grinned as he talked in the same way Velma did in the song Cell Block Tango, taking his arms down. "Not a big role, which is good enough for me."
"Who's Casca?" Cranky asked.
"DK, ironically enough."
Silence.
"What's that mean?" DK asked when everyone stared at him, waiting for a reaction.
"It means you get to be the one who when talking to Cicero sounds like he's been on drugs," Cranky replied, patting his son's back.
"I am Flavus!" another voice suddenly shouted. They looked at the door again to find Dr. Teeth in a similar position to the one Swanky had been in. "Jade is my Marullus."
"That's great, but where's Wrinkly?" Alex said, noticing the female bar owner's absence.
"I don't know, she was right behind us," Swanky said. "Let's wait a bit. Maybe she's still trying to see."
An hour passed. Teh rest of the crowd inside left but Wrinkly never came out. Eventually everyone got fed up and entered to find her sitting on the bench across from the bulletin, her hands clenched into fists on her legs, her head bowed. Cranky knelt in front of her as those unknown to their roles checked the list.
"Ina?" he said, placing a finger under her chin and lifting her head up so she was looking at him. "Honey, are you all right?"
In an almost instant, Wrinkly had her face buried in his chest as she clutched his shoulders, sobbing hard.
"Um, Cranky?" Cranky turned his head (it was all he could turn!) to Morgan, who had a shocked look on her face. "It's her role."
"What?" Cranky replied. "How? What's she playing?"
"I'm the one who plays Gaius Julius Caesar!" Wrinkly suddenly, and literally, cried.