Gators – Chapter Three
The world came swimming back into view, and from the blackness emerged a glowing figure into Mr. Giggles's vision.
"Dear sir, you gave me quite a fright. Are you feeling any better?"
David was huddled in the corner, obviously scared and confused by what had taken place. Only moments ago he had been engaged in pleasant conversation with Mr. Micawber, and then he was wrenched through the dimensions and dumped into this stuffy underground chamber. Being such an amiable character, he could only enquire of this man's well being before questioning his surroundings.
Mr. Giggles tried with all his might to launch himself off the ground. His Delorpatrix machine had worked and he couldn't have been more proud. David Copperfield, the very man who haunts his dreams night by night, was trembling in the dusty corner of the basement looking absolutely horrified.
Mr. Giggled opened his mouth to finally confess his love to him but he didn't utter a word. He stood there with his mouth wide open.
The words had almost literally caught in his throat. Mr Giggles would have cried out in frustration, but alas, he could make zero noise at all. During his time unconscious, his throat must have dried out and lost some crucial nutrients.
He stared at David desperately, and tried to communicate using all of the deep emotion in his eyes. However, leering in an unintentionally creepy manner at the poor man did not achieve anything. Luckily, Mr Giggles had a brilliant solution. He grabbed David tenderly around the collar and lovingly dragged him out of the basement and up into the deserted kitchen on the first floor. Reaching into the fridge, he found exactly what he was looking for. He grabbed one of the small white tubs, ripped off the lid and downed it.
"It's called Yoeurgoeurt," he remarked conversationally. "It's one of those fancy gourmet yoghurts that fancy gourmet people buy because it looks fancy and gourmet and European."
He smacked himself over the mouth when he realised that he had just uttered his first words to the love of his life, the kind and beautiful David Copperfield. Mr. Giggles suddenly realized what a pathetic, idiotic, bambling buffoon he was so he full on punched himself in the face.
"Sir! Do calm down! There is no need for such distressing behaviour!" David had begun to feel sick with terror. The situation was simply too much for him, and now he had a mad man sculling yoghurt and hitting himself as his only companion in this awful, awful place!
But Mr. Giggles couldn't control himself. He punched himself in the nose so many times that David could hear the horrible crunching sounds of it breaking. Ruby red blood was spilling around the place and all over David's fine new shoes that Traddles had kindly bought him.
David wanted nothing more than to run for his life, but he couldn't leave this poor character in the filthy basement to slaughter himself. He needed to get the man to his home. David Copperfield pulled bloody nosed man's arm over his shoulders and shuffled his up the stairs and to the outside of the building.
It was nothing like he had ever seen before. The building was a monstrosity. But he didn't have time to stand around and marvel at it all day. He had to get the poor man to his home, safe and sound. Shaking his head to try to clear some of the traffic noise from it, he glanced down at the helpless bleeding man in his arms.
"Ah, sir... where do you live? Where can I take you? I do believe we both need a good rest!" he cried, becoming visibly distressed now. The pair were attracting some curious looks from passer-bys, but none stopped to offer any assistance. Perhaps this was a usual occurrence in such an area.
"Take..." Mr Giggles spoke, sniffing some blood away. "Take be to Grandba Gibbles."
"To your grandmother? Why, I'm sure that can be arranged!"
A bright yellow machine that David presumed was a carriage of some sorts pulled up in front of the two of them. A man stuck his head out of a window.
"Need a ride?" he offered.
"Oh, do we ever, good sir! Do you happen to know the whereabouts of one Grandma... Gibbles?"
"Giggles, ya mean. 'Course I do. She's the leader of the local ostrich fan club! We all go 'round her place all the time, son. In fact, I love that place so much, I'll take ya's free of charge. Looks like ya need it."
David smiled gratefully, and Mr Giggles gurgled with relief. They climbed into the strange machine with four wheels and sped off into the distance.
The ride was a bumpy one for the both of them. Mr. Giggles was as sick as a dying donkey and David was as scared as a turkey in November.
Grandma Giggles's house wasn't a hard one to spot. It was painted a vibrant orange colour with paintings of racing ostriches. You'd be an absolute madman not to recognize it.
The driver turned and beamed at the two men.
"Would ya look at that, you've bled all over my seats. Not a problem. I'll get them cleaned later. You boys enjoy yourselves." He turned to smile contently at the colourful house before them.
David dragged Mr Giggles out of the car, who was acting even stranger. Perhaps it was due to the blood loss. Supporting him over his shoulder, David walked up to the large door and knocked with the ostrich head shaped knocker. He took a deep breath, and waited.
To David's surprise a young man answered the door. This surely couldn't be Grandba Gibbles, thought David.
To be continued.
By aurorstorm and zeillusionofthenight