Ralph paces anxiously. The clown crew should be here by now! He sudden spots a bouncing flower on a blue hat. "Rosie!" he calls. The flower suddenly freezes behind a hill. "What ever it is, I swear I didn't do it!" Rosie cries.
"Calm down! It's just me. Where is everyone?"
"Oh, their all panicking."
"Why?"
"Because, they thought they were finished. As soon as that curtain closed on closing night…they all thought we would never see light again.
Ralph rolls his eyes. Even he had been nervous about that too.
"You didn't tell them we were OK?"
"What do you mean we're 'OK'?"
"Well, when ever a play ends, everyone just comes here."
"Where exactly is here?"
"I've been trying to figure that out myself actually."
Rosie blinks at Ralph.
"You mean, you think we're perfectly safe. But, you have no clue where we are?"
Ralph nods. Rosie just rolls her eyes and starts walking back the way she came.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
"Back to the Clowns of course!"
Ralph follows at her heels. After crossing a few hills and some flat land, they find the little camp the Clowns set up. Ralph could see the dancers practicing, the tricksters tricking, the funny-clowns making jokes, and the color girls pointing out all the colors. He grinned at Moonie Dance. She had danced with him every night they had performed. Moonie grinned back. In the true Clown Play, Moonie Dance was not a person at all, just a back up dancer. But, in this odd land they were in, she was Moonie Dance.
"Hiya Lea!" Ralph greets Lea Ballerina cheerfully.
Lea curtseys and gets back to practicing with the group. Ralph pulls Moonie out of line to talk to her.
"Do you know where we are?" He asks quietly. Moonie shakes her head.
"Not a clue."
"Has anyone said anything about being worried?"
"No, at least not to my knowledge. Everyone's just waiting for our next performance." Moonie gets a guilty look on her face.
"What did you do?" Ralph looks concerned.
"I kind of told them when you got here you'd tell us when our next performance is…" She bites her lip. Ralph's mouth drops.
"You can't be serious! You know we won't have another performance until some director picks up the script!" He resists his urge to just tell everyone right then that Moonie had lied. So, Ralph stalks away from Moonie, going to talk to Tricky Dickey.
"Hey Dickey! Any ideas of where we can get a nice sleep tonight?" Ralph calls.
Tricky Dickey, known mostly for his tricks, was the best of all the Clowns at finding places to sleep. He was also an exceptional cook
"Yeah, found a place not too far from here… lots of soft ground." Dickey replies thoughtfully.