Gizmo Settles In
Kate hurried into her home, panting with fervor.......she was simply tingling at the thought of seeing Gizmo again. There he was, sitting there......with her husband's arms around him as he munched away at his Oreo cookies. She wished she had a picture. "I'll go get my Kodak! Oh, I've just gotta get my Kodak!"
Billy wasn't able to hear at the moment. He was enthralled with Gizmo's return. Then something came to him as she returned. What did she say? Kodak....?
"No! Kate, don't!...."
She flashed it right in their face.
"Oh, no....I forgot......bright light!"
But Gizmo only giggled. Both forgot he had been wearing Billy's police glasses.
"How in the world did you get back to us anway, Gizmo?"
"Where did you find him?"
"Hanging about the drainpipe of our old house. He thought I'd just up and left and never could be seen again. He looked so lost, lonely and scared when I found him.....he was so happy to see me....."
"How did he find his way back from Chinatown? How did he get here?"
Gizmo, of course, couldn't say anything much.....
A wind suddenly blew in through the windows.......a wind mysteriously foul.....smelling of prepubescent immorality and gaiety, crime, blood, mildew, darkness, chasms, wantonness, lust, gluttony....plunder.....the cold smell of the flesh of frogs, frogs emerging from mud and muck after a rain....
Kate hurried to shut the windows.
She swore she heard a gunshot in the air.....
"I say we celebrate! Hon, pop in some Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, and I'll slice up the Ball Park Franks and grill em.....we'll have a special night tonight! Gizmo's back."
"I'll make a spinach salad....." he continued. "Broccoli, tomatoes......"
He enthusiastically popped in a Huey Lewis and the News tape on a tape playing stereo nearby. The silver musicmaker began to sing.....
"I want a new drug One that won't make me sick One that won't make me crash my car Or make me feel three feet thick...
Kate hurried into her home, panting with fervor.......she was simply tingling at the thought of seeing Gizmo again. There he was, sitting there......with her husband's arms around him as he munched away at his Oreo cookies. She wished she had a picture. "I'll go get my Kodak! Oh, I've just gotta get my Kodak!"
Billy wasn't able to hear at the moment. He was enthralled with Gizmo's return. Then something came to him as she returned. What did she say? Kodak....?
"No! Kate, don't!...."
She flashed it right in their face.
"Oh, no....I forgot......bright light!"
But Gizmo only giggled. Both forgot he had been wearing Billy's police glasses.
"How in the world did you get back to us anway, Gizmo?"
"Where did you find him?"
"Hanging about the drainpipe of our old house. He thought I'd just up and left and never could be seen again. He looked so lost, lonely and scared when I found him.....he was so happy to see me....."
"How did he find his way back from Chinatown? How did he get here?"
Gizmo, of course, couldn't say anything much.....
A wind suddenly blew in through the windows.......a wind mysteriously foul.....smelling of prepubescent immorality and gaiety, crime, blood, mildew, darkness, chasms, wantonness, lust, gluttony....plunder.....the cold smell of the flesh of frogs, frogs emerging from mud and muck after a rain....
Kate hurried to shut the windows.
She swore she heard a gunshot in the air.....
"I say we celebrate! Hon, pop in some Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, and I'll slice up the Ball Park Franks and grill em.....we'll have a special night tonight! Gizmo's back."
"I'll make a spinach salad....." he continued. "Broccoli, tomatoes......"
He enthusiastically popped in a Huey Lewis and the News tape on a tape playing stereo nearby. The silver musicmaker began to sing.....
"I want a new drug One that won't make me sick One that won't make me crash my car Or make me feel three feet thick...