For future reference in the fic, yes, I realize that there are camera's in the thirties, just... go with the joke, kay? :D
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After forty-minutes of excrutiating dress, and another ten of just helping Frederick lie back down, Inga hurried barefoot down the long stairwell, that lead to the kitchen.
Frau Blucher and Igor were huddled around a small round wooden table, cards in hand and a stack of chips in between them. Inga paused in the archway to the room, unsure whether or not she should disturb them. Then the memory of Frederick's pain filled face flashed before her mind, and she cleared her throat to gain their attention.
"One moment." Frau Blucher said irritably. Apparently it was a stressful, high-staked game, because Igor kept glancing nervously from one card to the other, biting down hard on his lower lip. The tension continued to build, until finally...
"Go fish!" Frau Blucher said smugly. Igor groaned loudly and threw his cards down, his face overcast. Inga applauded wildly, "Oh, how vunderful for you, Frau Blucher!" (Nearby, some horses just went wild).
Frau Blucher stood while shoving the chips bag down her shirt, a self-satisfied smile on her face. "Vhat is it, Baroness?"
Unfortunatly for the poor man upstairs, Inga's short attention span had switched to focuse on the card game. She frowned, momentarily failing to recall her reason for coming down. Then, she remembered. "It is ze Doctor! He is injured!"
Igor and Frau Blucher exchanged glances and tried to keep their mouths from twitching. "Vhat happened?" the house keeper asked, failing to keep her usually severe expression, while Igor grinned from ear-to-ear. He had to see this.
"It is his back," Inga said. "He believes dat he threw it out."
Igor let out a hoot of a laugh. "Oh boy! Somebody get a painter! We've got to sketch this down!"
"No!" Inga looked so fierce (and oddly out of character) that Igor didn't even bother to kid around. "I am so vorried." she continued, "Frederick cannot move vithout feeling pain; he vould not stop screaming vhen I helped him dress."
"So that's what that was."
Inga turned her pleading blue eyes on Frau Blucher. "Please, can you do anything?"
"I vill inspect ze situation, and I vill se vhat I can do. I vonce studied in ze art of traditional acupuncture." She raised her warted chin proudly.
Igor looked surprised and alarmed. "Really?"
"Jes, really!" Yet she pursed her lips together, obviously displeased at the idea of this extra work.
Inga looked relieved. "Oh good." She gripped Frau Blucher with a pinching hand and steered her away; Igor began to follow like a lapdog, until Inga turned and held out a hand to stop him. "No." Frau Blucher continued up the stairs, the hem of her long dark skrt dragging behind her.
Igor gave Inga a disappointed, pouty sort of look. "No? Oh no!"
"Oh yes," Inga said, though she did cast him a sypathetic glance. "Frederick only vants Frau Blucher and myself up dere." She turned and mounted the stairs quickly, her robe fluttering delicately.
"Why?"
"Because he is embarrassed enough as it is!" A door shut, echoing loudly through the oddly quiet castle.
"Yeah, I'd be all red too." Igor said mockingly. "Getting hurt during sex, honestly! Who does that? I wouldn't!" he paused, "Well, I guess I would have to do the deed at least once before not getting hurt. The lucky duck's got me beat there!" Because, obviously, Igor is saving himself for that special lady back at Hunchback Hollow...
Humming happily to himself, Igor lurched back into the kitchen to snack on some Schwartzwalder Kirschtorte from the night before.
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Ugghhhh.... this is soooo short! Sorry!
But ohmigod, yes! Hunchback Hollow! Look for it again in my next Young Frankenstein fic: The Son of Fronkensteen, coming soon! ;)