World- Human
Place- Bus Stop
People- Barrel, Lock, and random guy
Age- 15
"You wanna go mess with that guy over there?" Lock whispered to Barrel while walking down the street. "Yeah!" Barrel squeaked. "Ok here's the deal..." Lock began whispering in Barrel ear as he smiled.
"I'll be behind that bush and come out when you say it." Barrel nodded and snuck up behind the man. He loomed over his should. Barrel let out this squeaky high voice. "Hi."
The man looked at him very odd. "Uh, hello."
"Are you uh, waiting for the bus?" Barrel rocked on his feet. "Uh, yes I am."
Barrel sat down on the bench next to him. "I noticed you're not wearing any...galoshes." The man looked down at his feet. "No, no I'm not. It's pretty sunny out. I don't think I'd need galoshes."
Barrel smiled from ear to ear and leaned in closer. "I'm wearing...galoshes. Galoshes!" The man just scooted away a bit. "Hm."
"Did you read the paper today?" The man held his paper up. "No, I, uh, haven't gotten the chance to."
"Did you read the thing about the, uh, Eskimo's?" The man scooted away a little more. "No I have-"
"Well it said that the Eskimo's will eat the fat from the whale. Do you know what's called?" Barrel asked. Scooting closer. The man looked at Barrel scared and confused. "Um, No. No I don't."
Barrel smiled and tried not to laugh. "Blubber."
"Oh yeah, right."
"Blubber! That's what it's called. Blubber."
"Yes I know."
"The Eskimo's eat the blubber. And the blubber will come from different kinds of whales you know?"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes, like a, uh, Beluga Whale! Beluga." Barrel chuckled. The man chuckled a little nervous. "They don't wear...galoshes."
"What the whales?"
"NO! The Es-key-mo's."
"Oh that's right. They don't."
"They wear Mukluks! MUKLUKS!"
"Yes mukluks." The man laughed a bit. "Mukluks." Barrel laughed. "Say it again." The man smiled. "Mukluks."
"Say it louder!"
"MUKLUKS!" The man said a little louder then before. "Good one. I didn't want to say it but now." Barrel was laughing. "S-say Galoshes!"
"GALOSHES!"
"It's good isn't it?"
"Yeah yeah it is."
"Galoshes!"
"Galoshes!"
"GALOSHES!"
"GALOSHES!"
"Beluga!"
"BELUGA!" "BELUGA!" The man and Barrel laughed. "Blubber, blubber, blubber."
"Blubber! Blubber!"
"Mukluk, blubber, blubber."
"Galoshes. Be-"
"Uh excuse me." Lock walked up from behind the bush. The man and Barrel stopped. The man blushed. "Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt what ever it was you were doing." The man looked at Lock nervously. "Uh, no. No it's ok."
"I just wanted to know if this is where the bus stops?"
"Uh, yes it does. It should be here any minute."
"Sorry to bother you two."
"No it's ok." A few quite moments afterword Barrel whispered to Lock loud enough for the other man to here. "S-see that woman over there?"
"Across the street?"
"Yeah, what kind of hairdo does she have?" Lock looked over.
"It looks like a Bouffant."
"Uh-ha." The other man spoke up. "Like a Bulbous Bouffant." Barrel smiled. "YES!"
Barrel winked at Lock. "Bulbous Bouffant, bouffant, blubber."
"Galoshes."
"Bouffant, mukluk mukluk." The other man smiled and stared at us. "Macadamia!"
"Oh good one!" They all began singing in this cool funny rhythm. "Macadamia, gazebo, bouffant, blubber, macadamia, mukluk, bulbous bouffant, macadamia, gazebo, bulbous bouffant, blubber, macadamia, gazebo, igloo, blubber, macadamia, gazebo, igloo, mukluk, bulbous bouffant, SHINDIG, igloo, blubber, blubber, macadamia, bulbous bouffant, blubber, macadamia, BUS!"
Barrel pointed to the bus coming. "Oh well here's the bus." The man grabbed his paper and climbed on the bus. Once the bus was far far away Lock and Barrel began rolling around laughing so hard their skin went to pale white to a red-purple.
