After a break last week, Drabble Wednesday returns with more virtual adventures of Frankie and Joni.
Stupid Frankie and his stupid monkey.
Grumbling under my breath I tossed a large bag of monkey poo into the incinerator. If the darn
thing wasn’t so good at fetching our lunch orders I’d—
“Hey! You’ll miss it!” I turned at Frankie’s shout, and raced back to see the new game boot up
on the monitor.
“Let’s get ready to Ruuumble!”
I rolled my eyes. “Stop clowning and watch for glitches.”
“Hmmm. That’s odd. They’re, um, dancing.”
“What?” I started at the screen. Ghouls, monkeys, zombies and puppets danced a jig.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have programmed Riverdance into the soundtrack?”
Virtual Therapy and Love
“Can still see it. The horror… you can’t imagine the sight of a zombie waltzing with a puppet.”
“Tell me, how did it make you feel? Did— zztzzttzzz”
I looked up at the grating noise. The holographic image of Freud jumped, and then frizzed out.
Frankie stood waiting by the VR chamber door.
“Why did you stop my program?!”
“Um, we may have a problem. Zippy’s in love.”
“Zippy? Oh, yeah, your flying monkey. Wait, what? It’s in love?”
“With one of the puppets. I think they’re planning on eloping.”
Shit. I’m going need way more therapy after this escapade.
“I thought the wedding was lovely.”
Frankie sighed happily, humming some dumb romantic tune.
I glared, shaking confetti and icing out of my hair. “Yeah, if you think orange tuxes and a Chartreuse wedding gown is lovely. Not to mention the attendant zombies and ghouls.” I dusted off more confetti. “And, oh yes, the bride’s a puppet and the groom’s a flying monkey!” I flopped down in a chair. “I don’t know how you talked me into arranging that ridiculous spectacle. They had a food fight at the reception! How are we going to get the cake off the ceiling?”
“I’ll miss Zippy, but I understand why he and Zelda wanted to go home.”
I glanced at Frankie. “You didn’t have much choice to send him back, not after the incident on their honeymoon. Lucky for us the company hushed most of that up.”
Frankie frowned. “It was that bad. I mean it was only a little poo flinging.”
“At the mayor of the town. During a speech. Good thing everyone believed it was a stupid stunt.”
“Still, I’ll miss them.”
“Cheer up, the company wants us to work on a new simulation, some horror thing.”
“That sounds like fun.”
That’s all for today. Next week: Zombie Cows
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