Thursday, March 22, 2012

Wishes and Buses

One fine day Bartles McGee and his dog Snuffles McWeewee were sitting on their front porch when a little boy rode by on his tricycle.

"Hey," said Bartles, "look at that little kid."

"I hope he dies," said Snuffles.

Just then a bus came along. With a squeal and a trail of gore and triciycle bits, the little boy was gone.

"Gosh," said Bartles. "Your wish came true. Make another wish!"

"I wish we had a smaller house," said Snuffles.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Like Cinderella, Only Better!

Once upon a time there was a straightforward young go-getter named Johnny Business. Johnny worked in the mergers&acquisitions department of Velicoraptor Inc.

"This is a hostile takeover," he would say. "You're taken over. Get out!"

"But this is a school," the principal would say. "Who would do a hostile takeover of a public grade school?"

But Johnny Business did not care. It was not his job to care. It was his job to say things. The more things he said, the more Mr Moneybelt would make the money. Someday he hoped, the old man would notice his pluck and energy and complete disregard for sentimentality or common sense. Then he would become a VP and wear a big hat.

"I hope Mr Moneybelt notices me today," Johhny would say as he and his girlfriend Tootie lay in bed. Tootie would not say anything. She just liked Johhny for his money, and secretly hoped that he would one day shut up and maybe die.

But while Johhny was trying to catch Mr. Moneybelt's eye, someone else was trying to catch his. You see, every day Johhnny came to work, he ordered an overpriced coffee drink. That drink was handed to him by a pretty young girl named Flopsy.

"Good morning Johhny," she would say. "Here's your half-caff mocha latte in a rival chain's coffee cup just like you like."

And then he would take it from her without so much as a word. So she pined and waited until one day he came in with that special look in his eyes.

"Flopsy," He said.

"Yes?" She asked.

"I've realized something. Something I should have come to know a long time ago. Something that was under my nose all along, but that I needed to be aware of in order to know."

"I see," she said, putting her tiny hands to her fluttering heart.

"We've bought you out in a hostile takeover," he said, "get out."

"But doesn't honesty and humility true love triumph over mindless corporate greed," she asked, "can't you see that, all this time you've been out bringing down other corporations I've been right beside you, handing you your coffee?"

"I thought you were a machine or some sort of toilet," he said. "Now get out. I've also hostiley taken over your home and your cat. You can't look at them either."

Flopsy cried and cried. Then later she got a big major degree and made lots of money. She took over Mr. Moneybelt's corporation and turned it into a giant toilet. She made Johhny Business into a human urinal cake and that was awesome.

THE END.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Is "Propaganda" the Opposite of "Cautionary?"

Prior to meeting That Rufus, Little Katie was a relatively good student who regularly attended meetings of the Sewing Club. Now she had missed a few meetings, and only had a B- average. She had met That Rufus on a Yahoo sewing chat board. It was technically outside the exact line of this narrative, but believe me, it happened.

"Mm," Katie said, "Since I am a rebellious and headstrong teen, I plan on scaling down the side of my suburban home and hopping in my car, where That Rufus and I shall make decisions of a questionable moral bent." And this she made to do when she was unexpectedly interrupted.

"Stop right there," Katie's Mom cried. "I can't stop you from seeing That Rufus, Little Katie. All I can do is plead with you. Plead with you to do the right thing. You met That Rufus on the internets and he has a tattoo of mimes on his tushy. That means he is in a gang of carnivore mimes. Your grandmother says so and she watches TV."

"You will never stop me from loving That Rufus." Katie stubbornly insisted, folding her arms before her ample teen bosom.

"Remember Uncle Steve? He dated online. Now he works at the department store. Do you want to be like Uncle Steve?"

"I no longer love That Rufus," said Katie. "You have convinced me."

"I'm so glad, Little Katie."

"How did you know about the tattoo?"

"Let's have pie."

The very next day, Katie broke up with That Rufus in a firm yet tasteful fashion. Five years later she met Bob, who was going to law school, but ended up being the district manager at Rax Burger. She married him and took up cross stitching. Together they had a kid and moved to a slightly different housing development, and nothing of an untoward manner ever took place.

The Unplumbed Depths of Tom Tiberius Cruise

One day Tom Cruise went to a Starbucks and actually liked his coffee-flavored beverage. He liked it so much he asked the barista for the recipe.

"If I give you the recipe," said the barista, "will you give me tips on acting?"

"Well," said Tom Cruise, "This was not the best coffee drink I've ever had in my life, or even all that memorable, but I guess it's worth the hoary secrets to fame and success that it has taken me a lifetime to uncover." And with that, Tom Cruise leaned over and whispered his eldritch formulae in the barista's ears.

"Wow," the barista whispered as Tom Cruise walked away. "That is profound. I shall become the greatest actor the world has ever known."

So he joined a community theater and vlogged on Youtube and he sang and danced his little heart out on street corners and the very next summer he was running the slurpy stand at the movie theater.

THE END