My name is Lindsay and this is just so I don't feel guilty for not keeping a written journal...

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

A story for Tyler-

Do you know who Danny Glover is? I do. And if I ever met him in person I would say, "Hi Danny Glover, I'm such a big fan!", which would be a lie because as I sit here I can only think of one movie he's in and I've never seen it. The play turned-movie 'A Raisin in the Sun'. Fortunately it is not imperative to know Danny Glover in order to appreciate this story. Any references to the actor will be purely for the sake of tension-breaking randomness which will not sway the plot one way or the other. OK then, let's begin...

Trigger Brimstone, that's his name, heated his soup on the stove-top as he believed that microwaves were just another portal of the devil. He added carrots, potatoes and salt. "Soup-turned-stew is pretty cool" he thought as he blew the steam away for a sip. He often ate well as he believed that on any day, at any time, he may be called on a mighty mission, journey, or adventure. (That would be a bit redundant but each of those require completely different ensembles.) Little did he know (or alot 'cause he did know) Trigger was about to get a certain call. And that call did come. "Brimstone," said the very mysterious voice. "Your quest, should you choose to accept it, is to retrieve the Puffin's Pearl from the evil Dizzy Gillespie." (Not to be confused with the ever-famous Dizzy Gillespie.) "If you fail the world will surely cease to exist." "DASH IT ALL!" Trigger cried, "What do I wear on a QUEST??!" Fortunately the mysterious caller faxed over a map, suggestions for attire, and the farside joke of the day. (If you've ever been on a quest you understand the medicinal importance of laughter.)

Trigger loaded his essentials into his gray '97 civic with a red passenger door, then drove off in his gray '97 civic with a red passenger door. Before leaving town he was sure to top off the gas tank of his gray '97 civic with a red passenger door, and purchase two butterfingers and one box of Runts. (So much for eating well...) Now it was the open road.

Perhaps now is a good time to fill you, the reader, in on some important history. Danny Glover was born in a small town. Figby, Connecticutt. And if you were to ask the night-shift manager at the food mart if he had ever seen Mr Glover, he might say yes. (I don't know, worth a try.) But it was in this town that the evil Dizzy, had settled. He kept a low profile while plotting the taking of the Puffin's Pearl and delighted the town with kick-your-heals-up blue grass banjo jingles at the Saturday night barn dances. (Evil plotting costs money and blue-grass banjo tunes were, and still are, in demand in Figby Connecticutt.) It was after the pearl was stolen that the night-shift manager at the food mart had overheard Dizzy complain of a twisted ankle while buying Advil. "Stupid Puffin oughta get rid of those mole hills. Not only are they ugly, but someone could really get hurt while dashing across his lawn at 2 in the morning..." Maybe Dizzy thought no one could hear his muttering. Or maybe it was his cry for help. Either way, the leak was out and Trigger was on his way.

The drive was long and lonely. Trigger decided to stop for the night. He checked into a lowly motel under the name 'Brimbrick' and after safely locking himself into his room he immediately soaked his quest clothes in the bathroom sink, as his only other set of clothes were more 'Tahitian-cruise' rather than 'dangerous quest'.

The plan for the next day was easy. Confront the evil Dizzy Gillespie, retrieve the pearl, and save the world. Trigger obviously had trouble getting to sleep. Can you blame him? When the sun rose he was not feeling up for a day of questing. Yet he still donned his damp clothes and marched from his motel room. "I'll save the world, or my name's not Trigger Brimstone!" This was unfortunate since the motel worker, who had checked him in, overheard him and now knew his true identity.

Now we may never know how Dizzy learned of Trigger's approach. But this slip-of-the-tongue is one of the possibilities.

It was evening by the time Trigger drove into Figby. Craving a blue-raspberry slushie he pulled into the small food mart. The store was empty except for a man at the register. As Trigger paid for his slushie the man eyed him curiously. "You're not from around here, eh?"

"No, but I heard Danny Glover is."


"Danny Glover"

"Never heard of him." (Well, so much for that.)

"So, what brings you here?" asked the man behind the counter.

"I'm looking for a man. A man so evil, I bet he owns a dozen microwaves..."

This was odd for the store manager to hear. He used his microwave everyday and never thought this put him on any 'evil' rating scale. But still he wanted to help this out-of-towner who seemed important as his clothes were very 'questy'.

"Does this evil man have a name?"

"Gillespie. Dizzy Gillespie."

"The entertainer?"

"No. The bad guy."

"Oh. ...OH!! Someone said you'd be coming... I know who you want. He'll be playing at the town barn dance in less than an hour."

Trigger tipped his hat and carried his slushie out the door. As he wandered down the dusty road he wondered how he would get the pearl once he had captured Dizzy. He knew the evil pearl-snatcher wouldn't give it up easy. What was his weakness? This quest-question was on his mind as he came to a road sign with the words 'Ye Olde Barn' and an arrow pointing right. He turned down the lane and looked for a garbage can for his empty slushie cup. A little saving the planet before , well ...saving the planet.

It looked like the entire town was in attendance. Music and lights were streaming through the slats of the barn and Trigger hid near the entrance. It wasn't long before a cheer went through the room. A lanky, limping man had just stepped up to the microphone with a banjo in tow. It had to be the notorious Dizzy. Trigger decided it best to follow Dizzy after the dance and not make a scene in front of the townsfolk. This meant he could enjoy a little small-town shindigging. And what a shindig it was. Though evil, Trigger had to admit that Dizzy played a heavenly tune. Trigger danced and yelped. He stomped and clapped. Soon the entire room was a blur of laughs and twirls. Trigger could barely see straight when suddenly he realized that Dizzy had slipped out of the barn. But to his horror he realized the doors had been barred from the outside and when he peered through the slats he saw Dizzy, with banjo in hand laughing outside the big door. "Thought you could catch me? HAHAHA!!! You underestimated my evilness, BrimSTONE!"

"DRAT" Trigger thought. "How did he know I was coming?"

By then the rest of the dance-goers were realizing what was happening. There were screams and fainting. The men tried to pry the doors open, even bust through the sides but it seemed hopeless. Dizzy danced outside the doors in gleeful triumph. "HAHAHA!!! Soon I'll be in Tahiti with the pearl, and you can watch me fly away!" Just then a helicopter began to descend on to the field across from the barn. "NO DIZZY! You don't know the powers of the pearl!!!" (This was true as soon Tahiti would cease to even exist.) Trigger was at a loss. Had he failed? Was this it??!

Suddenly there was a rumble. Everyone watched the far corner of the barn as a gray '97 civic with a red passenger door plowed through right onto the now empty stage. "MY CAR!!", cried Trigger. The night-shift store manager stepped out from behind the wheel. "Sorry 'bout that. Say, why is the passenger door red?"

Trigger ran past the car, out the hole and towards Dizzy who was now nearing his escape. "Stop DIZZY!" The evil Dizzy looked back over his shoulder, "Have a nice life folks!". But as he looked back he stumbled right over a fresh mole hill. He and his banjo hit the ground. By now Trigger was very close. He raced and was about to pounce when Dizzy grabbed a hold of the leg of the helicopter. It raised him up right out of Trigger's reach and off into the night. And suddenly it was over. Dizzy was gone. The Puffin's pearl was gone. And Trigger had failed.

By then the store manager had caught up with Trigger. He silently stood by Trigger in quiet reverence. "Well," Trigger said. "Now that the world is about to end we might as well enjoy the rest of the dance. ...Do you know how to play the banjo?"

The store manager had already picked up the instrument that Dizzy had dropped in his getaway.

"A bit." he said. "But I'll be darned if I gotta play one with a big rock inside it."

The pearl.

It was days later that Trigger found himself still with questions unanswered like: Who is the Puffin? Isn't a puffin, a bird? Why does the Puffin get the pearl? How is the pearl so powerful? How much will it cost to fix his passenger door? Or does he splurge and repaint the entire car red? Is it time for a new car?

But those questions would have to wait as Trigger left for his next quest. To capture the evil Dizzy in Tahiti. And he knew just what he was going to wear...


Brenda said...

Applause! So fun!! You need an agent.

Ellen said...

Uh...better lay off the egg nog, there, Lindsay. LOL!

DebZ said...

HOW FUN! Lindsay, I want a brain like yours! (hehe)

I hope you record yourself reading this story, along with background sound effects, of course!! =)

I'll be looking forward to 'the rest of the story'.

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