Soap Opera
Fumble Fingers
Puppet firecrackers
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 were successful childhood buddies in Florida but could not own much brass band on their shows. Due to the high number of deaf people present, they decided to move the base where a hearing aid is forbidden.
Belly was a trustworthy companion. A good character who is invariably there to support, considered himself as Superhero, his buddies had to believe in, and regularly feed him you have salvaged the day. Cos If not worshipped as Superhero, their security would be in peril.
Peggy was a fantastic mark of altruism, a role model, doing great things for other people without waiting for anything in return. Kindness does not have to mean your character is weak; he was the strongest of the flock. After waiting for a week of not getting anything in return, he employed to stalking people through voice messages from different numbers.
Sweaty is empathetic — hold the ability to relate to those around them. Power to cast himself in another’s shoes makes him compassionate and considerate by wearing their shoes; listening as he used to say, I feel metaphorically connected.
Messy’s courageousness takes on many configurations, and whether it’s a showdown between the good and the bad. But, unfortunately, he didn’t consider the implications of his actions and how they will affect those around him, demonstrating a level of no restraint to remain faithful to his values. In that instance, the others let him walk in front rest to remember; He’s Volatile; be cautious ahead.
Heady was a friendly and talkative person, always willing to listen. His humility enabled him to keep his feet on the ground and to realize his limits. He had no qualms about expressing his authentic self and did not let ego impede his ability to be unafraid. He possessed a habit of eternally linking up his shoelaces together as he didn’t want to sense superior to others. His steps were a cony leap.
The Fumble Fingers had been auditioning in several pubs all day in Vegas. No one had descended for their trap so far. They were demolished, bawdy and moist by roaming street to street on the skates. Finally, they headed towards a park to drain down their sandwiches with their bottled cold coffee, which by now was boiling chocolate.
Heady said all at once, hey, picking and shuffling on his guitar strings, a new song just popped up started playing. The people sitting in the park didn’t give attention; however, the birds, chipmunks, fishes in the pool were busier than the idle folk on the benches. Left their chores stared and saluted them the Chipmunks yielded, stirring their bushy tails and upright on two feet. Birds twittering and wink in appreciation and fish blows bubble kisses showing endless love.
Sweaty suddenly broke, saying, don’t you feel we are looking for our audience in the wrong place. Our atlas is not for pubs wholly should track for zoos. Peggy added, Yes, Pubs shouldn’t be our haunted spot any longer. Finally, Belly engaged; let’s run to the parks in Vegas to confirm our audience. They all nodded and put their hands on each other, falling in a circle as they built a two-story sandwich.
Then suddenly extracted out their right hand as a lettuce leaf propelled into the air resounding, Nutella spread like cement to make us clingy forever — yeehaw. Finally, arriving at a cross of both hands, leaving them in Karate position or a Chef with two pointed knives trying to measure his chin.
Heady began to lay out maps that showed five parks in which their career decision can slot. Then, on the spur of the moment, when Heady grew eyes up, he saw himself staring into a board saying auditions for a Circus on wheels which exhibits in the whole world. Heady dances and swings pointed to the board. But Peggy said, wait, the auditions are being confined all over Vegas under Oak Tree. That’s a broadband connection they are demanding to establish.
The following day, Sun seemed to invite Fumble Fingers to take his reins. Skating, they went in circles looking for oak tree, a crooked mutant individual. Beautiful, expansive, mysteriously hollow, covered with moss, ancient spirit. In few rounds, the Fumble Fingers traced the oaks as they stood welcoming among their other fellow men due to their distinct personal identity. They saw Jokers scattered under the oaks, bearing multicolored gowns and funny caps. Their large noses were fiery red blisters, and Faces stood painted in white, red, and green, similar to the worn flag of Hungary.
The Fumble Fingers dashed for the oak tree, were overseeing them five Jokers took them head-on confronting you are here for tryouts. Ace of the Jokers said You don’t require your Musical Instruments. We know you can play; that’s the reason you are showing it off.
The other Joker mentioned, we have one question for each that will be your determining factor.
Examining Heady, the Joker expressed,
Would you rather have no nose or no arms?
Heady replied, instead of losing two, I would rather lose one Nose without a doubt. My Nose, anyway, is of no assistance that I breathe through my mouth; digging Nose seems inviting with its two cavern doors. I find it more obscene than digging your teeth.
Joker laughed, said, You’re on board.
Scrutinizing Belly, the other Joker charred,
If animals could talk, which would be the rudest?
Belly sang that should be the Lion as minus speaking, beforehand looks gross is forever ready to consume you; if given the power to speak. Consequently, end up making announcements: “Rendezvous, I’m ready to eat you.”
The Joker said you sounded cool.
Then, peering at Sweaty, the Joker articulated,
Asked have you ever roamed for a day without underwear?
Sweat boldly said yes, going commando makes your ball breathe, erases that itch of scratching it every sec, and more sperm champagnes out. The dysfunction that you feel a lizard resides in your jungle high with cocaine between your balls by swinging its tail without stopping.
The Joker chuckled and sprang his thumb.
Then Judging at Messy, the Joker raised,
Which would you prefer to have as your roommate? A goat or a bird?
Messy thoughtfully says, All my buddies sound like goat mee mee mee, as they all want to hear together; if the goat ends up also raiding my peace, I will bust down.
The Joker scoffed, yeah, I agree.
Then it was the last Peggy. The Joker counted up & solicited.
What animal is the biggest party animal?
Peggy smiles, saying, Sumo Wrestlers in a bar where no stool will accommodate them, they end up standing with no remains able to enter because of the lack of post.
All Jokers with smiley faces and said you are in it.
We are leaving tomorrow in our Circus Bus World Tour to Los Angeles. Meet us under the most enormous spider web tomorrow during the wee hours.
Before Heady could ask for directions, they vanished into thin air. They scratched their heads, saying they seemed to run a detective agency before they started like jokers in a circus.
Stay tuned…
