SOAP OPERA
Fumble Fingers
Puppet firecrackers
Rewind for those who weren’t with them when they showed up to meet you.
Fumble Fingers; five friends Belly, Peggy, Sweaty, Messy and Heady, had left their homes for good to head to Las Vegas. They hoped to make their nightmare come true to make their band, Nutella, glorious in making people spin in every angle. They eventually got a job at the Circus Bus World Tour. Transpired to meet under the enormous Spider Web during the wee hours to head to Los Angeles.
Holding & processing on to the loose stray ends, moving ahead. Which had left Fumble Fingers Fumbled on a map of Las Vegas. What place might hold the enormous Spider Web? Heady went to scratch his head; It’s Autumn when the spiders are in full bloom. We are in the extreme Summer these detectives Jokers have still left as in a riddle. Messy shaking his head in disappointment, raided the table for the Newspaper to get his brain out of this Mess. All of a sudden, observing the front page screamed, “I solved it.”
In a more extensive and stickier net, Tobey Maguire, the SpiderMan, ransacking, The Shameless Win, Casino.
He entered with the striptease band wearing a bikini without a shaved body. His underwear, compared to the other girls, seemed swollen. Then when his round came into the group, he performed excellently, but in his solo, instead of removing his Bikini, he wore his Spiderman costume & started throwing webs at the cash boxes spread out. The Guards entered with shears to thin out the traps before the cash would disappear with him. The cut nets from all directions fell on Toby like a mesh. That’s how Toby Maguire got caught playing the villain.
Peggy shrieked, hey guys, yeah, we’ve figured out to be present during the wee hours in no other place than The Shameless Win Casino. By midnight, the owls whistling from afar reminded them to stop the day. Sweaty took it upon himself to wake everybody up on time by setting his alarm at 3 am. His favorite high pitched whistle sound, which went like a driller from your eardrum to your head, invariably promised an assault to wake up.
As promised, the minute his alarm clock went on, he threw a pail of freezing water from the demonic fridge first on himself than on Messy, Heady, Belly & Sweaty.
Everybody popped up like an electrical current induced into them. Sweaty had helped everyone bathe; they swirled their front tails and quickly dressed up in dry clothes. Subsequently rushed out to race their skates against the Sunrise, the departure of the Circus Bus and early morning Bird droppings.
Panting for breath, Belly, Peggy, Sweaty, Messy and Heady halted next to two red flags waving rapidly adjacent to The Shameless Win, Casino. There was a vast mob waiting for the bus with their rucksacks out of the blue, breaking the serenity of the pure and cool morning air, devoid of toxic gases. That went Expired to a double dose of Diesel with a rattling from the bus body panels. Finally, the “Pfsssst” sound exploded, causing the air to squeak out after braking.
Belly wisely noticed, Why does the bus eternally stop as one extra mouse withdrew eradicated from the World?
The crowd was swelling by the minute. Belly rising on toes, earned a quick maths saying that there are only 50 seats on the bus. However, more than a hundred persons are travelling in it. The rushing and shuddering occurred, taking over the scene as the Fumble Fingers tried to force their small frame through the masses of burly men and women. One had to do some tightrope-walking as if the circus show had already commenced.
The lucky ones managed to place their toes on the foothold and left everything else to God. There is no need of pushing ourselves; it is done with full force by those who board the bus after we remarked, Messy. Heady added, Feeling woozy and yet excited. Peggy overtook slating,” I was ready to perish amidst the petrol fumes and the stink of stale sweat when I eventually was able to smell my fart to come in the senses.”
All of them hollered,” Los Angeles.”
The Bus halted in Disneyland® Resort, where Guests of all ages can discover wonder, joy and excitement around every bend. The minute the Fumble Fingers found themselves bursting out of the Bus through the rear thrust. They were collared in the company of Jokers again, claiming that they were impatiently waiting for their arrival tossing five costumes towards them.
Belly & Peggy came trembling like Mickey & Mini Mouse. Peggy muttered, no respect for gender, here; if somebody tries to talk to me, I’m supposed to speak in a woman voice or man’s voice.
The instruments that awaited them was a drum & trumpeter. Instructions scribbled on paper for a week “You are a wake-up call to the whole resort that the one who opens the threshold. Mickey drops his shorts down, shows his tail end & Mini then throws her arms, taking the person as a candy gives a kiss. Make sure executed authentically as it’s a sure-shot eye-opener for a person down with a whole whisky bottle too.”
Sweaty was in the same mess that Peggy was in, whether it was talking or barking. The instrument handed to him was a whistle to be worn close to his neck. He had to go after stray cats causing havoc by modelling catwalks on their property.
Instructed to feed & drink like a dog, Detective Sherlock Holmes, if quizzed, loses the bet in describing your identity.
Messy stood wired in a Goofy suit with a mike, making him a superior dog over Peggy. He was permitted to sing his rhymes, walk on two feet & allowed to stand on them in peeing.
The hidden clause stated being an undercover terminator, applauding non-stop to tear down the mosquitoes before they attack guests by sucking their blood as Mocktails.
Heady had lost his balance after wearing his costume was told to fiddle a violin next to the ponds in which the people & ducks will feel fortunate.
Stretching him framed to “Quack, Quack, Quack”, Non-Stop.
Crows felt challenged to Donald non-stop Quacking they took him on the foot of the war continued to tear and pinch his feathers from his rear. Ultimately; abandoning him with painful chicken pox scars on his bums.
The week unfolded with Mickey, Mini, Pluto, Goofy and Donald Duck ventilating in the gym every day at night. By squeezing each other’s balls and saying it’s your fault, it’s your fault, it’s your fault. However, the week transpired without a solution to the rap game.
To be continued…
