Sunday, November 18, 2012

20 NaNoWriMo Novel In A Month episode for 11/18/12

Bingo Boy - post 20

Look, a nice, cozy International House of Pancakes. It's late. It's cold, but they're still open. Ricky, Little Chrissie and Marty share a booth. They sit talking over the remnants of 'breakfast for dinner' feast..... Marty goes - So how'd you do it?... Ricky goes - Better you don't know.... Marty nods. He get it, but he still wants to know and says - Where'd you plant him?....... Little Chrissie says - Better you don't know. You wanna know the truth? Even we don't know...... Ricky says - We were so deep into them God damned woods, I don't know how we even got back here. I don't know. I don't..... Marty goes - Hope you didn't leave any clues...... Ricky goes - I'm telling you. If they looked for years, they'd never find him.... Marty seems pleased.... Little Chrissie adds - Boy, that's for sure.......

And the next day, back in the rowhouse dungeon, Marge drags a big boom box down to the cellar and regales Jimmy-the-prisoner with a private demo of her best, raunchy bump and grind. He just looks, arms still pinned to the wall... Now she's down to a little fringed and sequined bikini...... She says - This was my big move (and she shudders like a baby after a piss) from when I used to headline the Trocadero. you know, 'The Troc'?...... Jimmy doesn't respond..... She says - No? Well. I guess you were still in The People's Republic back then. So that's OK.... Then she hits a beat and goes to pull off her top, but suffers a wardrobe malfunction and cuts a finger on an old sequin....... She goes - Shit. Shit. Shit.... and grabs a Kleexex to staunch the blood...... Jimmy says - Yo, sexy bitch, you, you know I can't even feel my arms no more....... But Marge resumes dancing again and says - Wait a minute...... Jimmy goes -  you crucifyin' me. Come on!.... And he rattles the chains..... Marge goes - I just said. Gimme a minute..... Guess relivin' past glories is like a drug...... But five heatbeats later Jimmy starts roaring in frustration.... She's offended by this, reaches for a nearby riding crop and cracks it loudly against the bars. Then she snaps - I told you! Wait!......And he does......

Later that night, Ricky and Little Chrissie push a cart through Target laden with more Jimmy-stuff... Ricky goes - An electric shaver I can see, but what's he gonna do with a Sunbeam Facial Sauna? Christ, I didn't know they still made 'em anymore.... Little Chrissie goes - That's not for him. It's for Gran...... Ricky gives her a questioning look....... She adds - Aw, leave her alone. What you care?....... He shrugs. They wander off.....

But ninety minutes hence, they're back home and the cellar cage has been redecorated, better than Mayberry's jail cells even. There's a nice throw rug on the floor, a matching comforter on the cot, a lamp, some accent cushions, a picture or two on the wall, even a small, plugged in tropical fish aquarium complete with plants, a 'bubblator,' some fish and a waving mermaid. Jimmy sits on cot, wearing a patterned sheet like a toga and he also has a brand new (tag and all) Phillies baseball cap on his head........ Marge (pointing a gun at him) asks - So, do you like it?......... Jimmy ignores her and turns toward Ricky - How long I gonna stay here?....... Ricky says - I can't tell ya.......... Jimmy goes - Why?........ Marge says - Because we don't know, you dumb shit! Look, you want me to go bring you some peanut butter (to the other two) He likes peanut butter. He likes TastyKakes too. (to Jimmy) Ya want a TastyKake? I'll get you a TastyKake?........ Jimmy goes -  OK, two TastyKake and one hand-job...... Marge blushes and goes - Now, now, come on. Don't get fresh. Don't start with me. And who's gonna hold the gun if I do that? You were chained up before. Remember that?..... He chuckles evilly. Marge shoves the gun to Little Chrissie and runs upstairs.....Jimmy turns to Ricky and goes - You get the Vasiline Intensive Care Cream?......... Ricky doesn't know what to say...... Little Chrissie goes - How 'bout if I shoot him? Right now. Right now!..... But the baby starts to cry, so she gives the gun to Ricky and trots upstairs..... Jimmy turns to Ricky and says - Now, gimme the lotion........ Ricky sighs and hands it over

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