Warren and Kurt were wandering about one of the more abandoned parts of the
park, discussing what they should do next.
Kurt stopped. *grin* "This is too good to be true."
"What?"
Kurt guestured to a poster that read:
COME SEE THE WAXWORK MUSEUM
You won't believe they're not real.
Religious theories exibit opening today!
Located at 470 136 Ave, across Hollywood.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Probably not."
Kurt carefully removed the poster and rolled it up. "Come on."
Ten minutes later:
"This looks like a good spot," Kurt said.
"Why? What are you doing with that thing?" Warren was starting to sound distinctly nervous.
"Watch and learn." Kurt told him as he unrolled the poster and stuck it on the side of an ancient concrete block that had once been used for tethering horses. "You get up in that tree out of view. I'll work the first crowd, you take the pictures. Here they come now."
Warren took the camera and settled in the tree, but looked as if he wanted an explanation badly.
Kurt hopped up on the block and took up a snarling pose. A moment later a woman with her five years old daughter came into view.
"Mommy, mommy, look at the statue!"
"Whoever made that thing? It doesn't look the least bit alive."
The mother looked away for a moment, and Kurt waved to the little girl.
"Mommy, the statue's alive! It waved to me."
Faint, suppressed snickers could be heard from the tree above.
"Don't be ridiculous. If that thing's alive I'll - I'll eat my hat!"
Since she was within range, Kurt took off her hat and handed it to her.
"I don't think it will taste that good. Maybe with a little mustard."
*blink. blink. Eyes widen*
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The mother grabbed her daughter and ran off.
Thump. Warren was out of the tree. "That was great. Can I do the next one?"
"Think I should go after her? She forgot her hat."
Warren was ready for his turn. He had his pose all set up, something to make his look noble and pure, just like an angel. He heard a squeaky wheel and turned his eyes to see who was coming. A mother with a baby in a stroller. His target.
The mother saw him and unstrapped her baby.
"Look'it the pretty angel, Benny," She said.
Benny spat up on Warren. Warren was so surprised that he froze until both the woman and Benny were out of sight. He started moving to clean up the mess just as Kurt fell out of the tree, still trying to stifle his laughter.
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I know it's short, but it's all I've got right now. So waddaya think?
Kurt stopped. *grin* "This is too good to be true."
"What?"
Kurt guestured to a poster that read:
COME SEE THE WAXWORK MUSEUM
You won't believe they're not real.
Religious theories exibit opening today!
Located at 470 136 Ave, across Hollywood.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Probably not."
Kurt carefully removed the poster and rolled it up. "Come on."
Ten minutes later:
"This looks like a good spot," Kurt said.
"Why? What are you doing with that thing?" Warren was starting to sound distinctly nervous.
"Watch and learn." Kurt told him as he unrolled the poster and stuck it on the side of an ancient concrete block that had once been used for tethering horses. "You get up in that tree out of view. I'll work the first crowd, you take the pictures. Here they come now."
Warren took the camera and settled in the tree, but looked as if he wanted an explanation badly.
Kurt hopped up on the block and took up a snarling pose. A moment later a woman with her five years old daughter came into view.
"Mommy, mommy, look at the statue!"
"Whoever made that thing? It doesn't look the least bit alive."
The mother looked away for a moment, and Kurt waved to the little girl.
"Mommy, the statue's alive! It waved to me."
Faint, suppressed snickers could be heard from the tree above.
"Don't be ridiculous. If that thing's alive I'll - I'll eat my hat!"
Since she was within range, Kurt took off her hat and handed it to her.
"I don't think it will taste that good. Maybe with a little mustard."
*blink. blink. Eyes widen*
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The mother grabbed her daughter and ran off.
Thump. Warren was out of the tree. "That was great. Can I do the next one?"
"Think I should go after her? She forgot her hat."
Warren was ready for his turn. He had his pose all set up, something to make his look noble and pure, just like an angel. He heard a squeaky wheel and turned his eyes to see who was coming. A mother with a baby in a stroller. His target.
The mother saw him and unstrapped her baby.
"Look'it the pretty angel, Benny," She said.
Benny spat up on Warren. Warren was so surprised that he froze until both the woman and Benny were out of sight. He started moving to clean up the mess just as Kurt fell out of the tree, still trying to stifle his laughter.
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I know it's short, but it's all I've got right now. So waddaya think?