Morph Maniac: Sorry I haven't written in forever, but hopefully I should
be able to update better now. Onward!
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Randolph raced out of the studio. People smiled at each other as they met on the sidewalk. Children skipped, played games, and laughed with each other. No toon or human noticed a rabbit in distress. "Why can people be so happy on a day a company goes out of business?" Randolph wondered angrily. "Doesn't anyone care?" Randolph looked around again, and what he saw surprised him. All along the streets he saw poverty, going out of business sales, and abandoned stores that held shelter for families lacking certain "resources." All had been invisible to him until now and even then he noticed they were still invisible to others.
Randolph slowly trudged along home, not stopping for anyone or anything. Then it started to rain.
"Get outta the way, you lazy bum!" said a man hanging out of his car window while Randolph crossed the crosswalk during a "Don't Walk" signal. Randolph muttered an apology and continued on. More cars honked at him, but Randolph didn't pay attention. There was only one thing on his mind: Bankrupt.
*
Randolph walked into the Loony Bin Bar. A foul smell of smoke and beer filled his senses, and he turned to go right then, but the need for something strong was too much. Randolph sat down before then bartender. "A pint of the strongest stuff ya got."
The bartender looked concernedly into the rabbit's eyes. "Bad day?" he asked as he prepared the drink.
"The worst," Randolph answered. "The studio I worked for went bankrupt, and I don't have anything to fall back on."
The bartender shrugged as he handed Randolph the drink. He downed the glass in one gulp.
The worried bartender's eyes got big and he gaped at the skinny rabbit. His brow furrowed when Randolph asked for more, but he filled his glass. Randolph took small sips now, and began to talk to the bartender. "I worked for Rosy O's," he said. The bartender winced. "I didn't have to try the stuff, but the people hated it, and so now I'm out of work and money."
"Didn't you have any savings?" inquired the bartender.
"It was my first job. I married right out of the farm. We didn't have any money to begin with." Randolph hiccuped. The world had gotten strangely lopsided. "Those rotten money-stealers offered me $100 dollars to the hour, and I was supposed to be paid today." Randolph cursed his former boss in slurred tones as he emptied the rest of the drink. "Hit me again," Randolph commanded.
"I think you've had enough-"
"HIT ME!" screamed Randolph, grabbing the man by the collar and lifting him up. The bar was suddenly quiet. The bartender was slowly let down. Randolph walked out of the bar without paying.
*
Randolph walked in a trance up the stairs to his apartment. Teenagers ran hurriedly past, trying to make their curfew. Randolph glanced at the clock. 1:00? How long had he aimlessly wandered the miserable streets? He had to be home! He ran into Room 423. Betty was sitting at the kitchen table in a pink robe and slippers with her hair in curlers doing a crossword puzzle. She looked up when Randolph walked in and smiled. "Hey, Baby-Boo! Did you have a hard day? Come sit down, I'll make you some tea." Randolph opened his mouth in protest but sat down anyway. Betty sat in his lap while she let the water boil. "What happed?" Betty asked as she kissed him gently. Randolph stared into Betty's beautiful eyes; how could he tell her? How could he break her caring heart? But he must tell her!
"Ah," said a voice inside his head, "if you tell her, she won't love you anymore!"
"Randolph," said another voice, "she will find out anyway! Tell her the truth now, and she won't be as mad as she would if you don't tell her!" Randolph was so confused he decided to ask her.
"Honey, do you really want to know?" asked Randolph. Betty looked inquiringly at her husband.
"Well, baby, I suppose so."
Randolph sighed. "Alright honey, I tell you. Rosy O's...it...oh," Randolph faltered. Betty patted him on the back.
"There, there, it's okay."
Randolph looked at her again, tears streaming silently down his cheeks. "Rosy O's went bankrupt."
Betty gasped. The color drained away from her face. And then-
-she fainted.
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Morph Maniac: See you later! Please review, or I won't write another chapter for a while!
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Randolph raced out of the studio. People smiled at each other as they met on the sidewalk. Children skipped, played games, and laughed with each other. No toon or human noticed a rabbit in distress. "Why can people be so happy on a day a company goes out of business?" Randolph wondered angrily. "Doesn't anyone care?" Randolph looked around again, and what he saw surprised him. All along the streets he saw poverty, going out of business sales, and abandoned stores that held shelter for families lacking certain "resources." All had been invisible to him until now and even then he noticed they were still invisible to others.
Randolph slowly trudged along home, not stopping for anyone or anything. Then it started to rain.
"Get outta the way, you lazy bum!" said a man hanging out of his car window while Randolph crossed the crosswalk during a "Don't Walk" signal. Randolph muttered an apology and continued on. More cars honked at him, but Randolph didn't pay attention. There was only one thing on his mind: Bankrupt.
*
Randolph walked into the Loony Bin Bar. A foul smell of smoke and beer filled his senses, and he turned to go right then, but the need for something strong was too much. Randolph sat down before then bartender. "A pint of the strongest stuff ya got."
The bartender looked concernedly into the rabbit's eyes. "Bad day?" he asked as he prepared the drink.
"The worst," Randolph answered. "The studio I worked for went bankrupt, and I don't have anything to fall back on."
The bartender shrugged as he handed Randolph the drink. He downed the glass in one gulp.
The worried bartender's eyes got big and he gaped at the skinny rabbit. His brow furrowed when Randolph asked for more, but he filled his glass. Randolph took small sips now, and began to talk to the bartender. "I worked for Rosy O's," he said. The bartender winced. "I didn't have to try the stuff, but the people hated it, and so now I'm out of work and money."
"Didn't you have any savings?" inquired the bartender.
"It was my first job. I married right out of the farm. We didn't have any money to begin with." Randolph hiccuped. The world had gotten strangely lopsided. "Those rotten money-stealers offered me $100 dollars to the hour, and I was supposed to be paid today." Randolph cursed his former boss in slurred tones as he emptied the rest of the drink. "Hit me again," Randolph commanded.
"I think you've had enough-"
"HIT ME!" screamed Randolph, grabbing the man by the collar and lifting him up. The bar was suddenly quiet. The bartender was slowly let down. Randolph walked out of the bar without paying.
*
Randolph walked in a trance up the stairs to his apartment. Teenagers ran hurriedly past, trying to make their curfew. Randolph glanced at the clock. 1:00? How long had he aimlessly wandered the miserable streets? He had to be home! He ran into Room 423. Betty was sitting at the kitchen table in a pink robe and slippers with her hair in curlers doing a crossword puzzle. She looked up when Randolph walked in and smiled. "Hey, Baby-Boo! Did you have a hard day? Come sit down, I'll make you some tea." Randolph opened his mouth in protest but sat down anyway. Betty sat in his lap while she let the water boil. "What happed?" Betty asked as she kissed him gently. Randolph stared into Betty's beautiful eyes; how could he tell her? How could he break her caring heart? But he must tell her!
"Ah," said a voice inside his head, "if you tell her, she won't love you anymore!"
"Randolph," said another voice, "she will find out anyway! Tell her the truth now, and she won't be as mad as she would if you don't tell her!" Randolph was so confused he decided to ask her.
"Honey, do you really want to know?" asked Randolph. Betty looked inquiringly at her husband.
"Well, baby, I suppose so."
Randolph sighed. "Alright honey, I tell you. Rosy O's...it...oh," Randolph faltered. Betty patted him on the back.
"There, there, it's okay."
Randolph looked at her again, tears streaming silently down his cheeks. "Rosy O's went bankrupt."
Betty gasped. The color drained away from her face. And then-
-she fainted.
***
Morph Maniac: See you later! Please review, or I won't write another chapter for a while!