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disappeared with your clown suit.”
He rubbed his
cheek and studied his hand. “We need to hire these guys to make our slackers
disappear.”
* * * *
The second act
surpassed the first. However, when Tiny dumped a gallon jug of water into his
bucket, Trent grew worried. While they promised not to throw anything on Carrie,
he had garnered no such assurance for himself.
“Oh no,” he
groaned.
Tall chased
Tiny and his bucket around the stage, angry because water kept sloshing all
over the place. Both of them slipped on the wet floor, resulting in amazing
feats of acrobatics.
At one point
Tall held Tiny in one hand.
“Tiny, I’m
tired of carrying you. Stand on your two feet!” Tall ordered.
The little man
splashed him with more water from his bucket.
“Then fall on
your own.” He pulled his hand away and stepped back, yet Tiny remained
suspended in the air.
Tall seemed
most baffled and waved his hands under and above Tiny as he walked around him.
He scratched his head and shrugged. “Since Tiny refuses to get down and
continue the show, you people should probably just go on home now.”
Not
surprisingly, no one stirred.
“Seriously,
folks, he’s one stubborn dude. You might as well go on home.”
Everyone
laughed.
From his perch
in the air, Tiny glared at Trent.
“Don’t laugh.
I’m serious.”
That of course
made Trent and everyone laugh harder.
Carrie
squealed, “Don’t do it!”
Trent looked
up to see a ferocious Tiny heaving his water bucket straight at him. Knowing
the bucket held real water, he tried to rise to escape the area, but he didn’t
have sufficient time to act. Instead, his action just meant he met the contents
a bit sooner.
Goodbye
dinner reservation.
He closed his
eyes as something light and dry hit him. When he opened his eyes, sparkling
glitter covered him.
Damn it! He
couldn’t go to Chelsey’s wearing glitter.
He wanted to
kill the little fellow, but forced a smile and tried in vain to brush the crap
off. Having no luck, he waved at the laughing crowd and sat back down.
Carrie
immediately set about picking off tiny pieces of glitter. Soon Tiny and Tall
joined her.
Tall scowled
at his partner. “You’ve caused enough trouble. Go on with the next skit while I
repair your damage.”
Tiny climbed
onto the stage with help from an elderly lady in the front row. The little fellow
then returned to the edge of the stage and offered Tall a giant blow torch he'd
plucked from thin air.
“Tiny just
get on with the next act.” Tall looked at the audience. “Tiny will be
performing our next magic act on his own, playing both my role and his. If all
goes well, he will succeed in making himself disappear.”
While the crew
set up for the magic act and mopped the floor, Tall pulled out a vacuum cleaner
hose from his suit jacket, had Carrie start it by swatting him on his rear-end,
and began to vacuum the glitter from the suit. In order to do so, Trent had to stand
and hold out his arms.
Carrie
helpfully pointed out missed glitter. Finally, Tall stepped back so the
audience could see Trent. “How’s that.”
They roared
with laughter, including Carrie as she shook her head. Trent looked down and
discovered his glittery crotch remained the only place Tall hadn’t vacuumed.
He held out
his hand for the vacuum, but Tall insisted Carrie do it instead. Red faced, she
took the vacuum. God, he’d have an erection in front everyone if she touched
him.
“I’ll do it,”
he snapped.
Tall blocked
her from giving it to him. “Her or me, those are your choices.”
“Her,” Trent
replied, fearing Tall might make his balls disappear.
She pulled the
fabric as far away from his balls as she could. and after two embarrassing
minutes where Tall mimed an inaccurate but funny re-play of Carrie’s efforts,
Trent’s crotch became a glitter free zone.
The audience
gave them another round of applause. However, when Carrie returned to her seat,
Tall already occupied it. He patted
He rubbed his
cheek and studied his hand. “We need to hire these guys to make our slackers
disappear.”
* * * *
The second act
surpassed the first. However, when Tiny dumped a gallon jug of water into his
bucket, Trent grew worried. While they promised not to throw anything on Carrie,
he had garnered no such assurance for himself.
“Oh no,” he
groaned.
Tall chased
Tiny and his bucket around the stage, angry because water kept sloshing all
over the place. Both of them slipped on the wet floor, resulting in amazing
feats of acrobatics.
At one point
Tall held Tiny in one hand.
“Tiny, I’m
tired of carrying you. Stand on your two feet!” Tall ordered.
The little man
splashed him with more water from his bucket.
“Then fall on
your own.” He pulled his hand away and stepped back, yet Tiny remained
suspended in the air.
Tall seemed
most baffled and waved his hands under and above Tiny as he walked around him.
He scratched his head and shrugged. “Since Tiny refuses to get down and
continue the show, you people should probably just go on home now.”
Not
surprisingly, no one stirred.
“Seriously,
folks, he’s one stubborn dude. You might as well go on home.”
Everyone
laughed.
From his perch
in the air, Tiny glared at Trent.
“Don’t laugh.
I’m serious.”
That of course
made Trent and everyone laugh harder.
Carrie
squealed, “Don’t do it!”
Trent looked
up to see a ferocious Tiny heaving his water bucket straight at him. Knowing
the bucket held real water, he tried to rise to escape the area, but he didn’t
have sufficient time to act. Instead, his action just meant he met the contents
a bit sooner.
Goodbye
dinner reservation.
He closed his
eyes as something light and dry hit him. When he opened his eyes, sparkling
glitter covered him.
Damn it! He
couldn’t go to Chelsey’s wearing glitter.
He wanted to
kill the little fellow, but forced a smile and tried in vain to brush the crap
off. Having no luck, he waved at the laughing crowd and sat back down.
Carrie
immediately set about picking off tiny pieces of glitter. Soon Tiny and Tall
joined her.
Tall scowled
at his partner. “You’ve caused enough trouble. Go on with the next skit while I
repair your damage.”
Tiny climbed
onto the stage with help from an elderly lady in the front row. The little fellow
then returned to the edge of the stage and offered Tall a giant blow torch he'd
plucked from thin air.
“Tiny just
get on with the next act.” Tall looked at the audience. “Tiny will be
performing our next magic act on his own, playing both my role and his. If all
goes well, he will succeed in making himself disappear.”
While the crew
set up for the magic act and mopped the floor, Tall pulled out a vacuum cleaner
hose from his suit jacket, had Carrie start it by swatting him on his rear-end,
and began to vacuum the glitter from the suit. In order to do so, Trent had to stand
and hold out his arms.
Carrie
helpfully pointed out missed glitter. Finally, Tall stepped back so the
audience could see Trent. “How’s that.”
They roared
with laughter, including Carrie as she shook her head. Trent looked down and
discovered his glittery crotch remained the only place Tall hadn’t vacuumed.
He held out
his hand for the vacuum, but Tall insisted Carrie do it instead. Red faced, she
took the vacuum. God, he’d have an erection in front everyone if she touched
him.
“I’ll do it,”
he snapped.
Tall blocked
her from giving it to him. “Her or me, those are your choices.”
“Her,” Trent
replied, fearing Tall might make his balls disappear.
She pulled the
fabric as far away from his balls as she could. and after two embarrassing
minutes where Tall mimed an inaccurate but funny re-play of Carrie’s efforts,
Trent’s crotch became a glitter free zone.
The audience
gave them another round of applause. However, when Carrie returned to her seat,
Tall already occupied it. He patted
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