A belated Valentine with three Frankie and Joni drabbles.
A Bloody Valentine Carnival
“Come to the Carnival, old chum, come to the Carnival.”
I looked up from replacing a coupler, to see Frankie doing the two step while humming.
“Is that song from your Valentine program?”
“Yeah, it’s the background music. Let me give you a preview.” Frankie grinned, and the room changed to a garish neon carnival scene.
“Um, why is the carnival barker a guy in a black corset and sheer stockings?”
“Oh, that’s Frank. Apparently, someone at Corporate is a fan of old movie vids. There’s also this clown, Pennywise, from the vids and prizes of a doll named Chucky.”
Flowers for Frankie
Frankie’s screech echoed out of the vid room and I nearly spit out my coffee. Poor Fluffernutter the cat and my guinea pig Fluffy took off running, and I wanted to join them. Three days Frankie had been in a mood, wrestling with a program. With a sigh, I went to see what was wrong this time.
He glared at me when I entered. “Why won’t the roses work?”
He stabbed a button, and the program started, a cafe in Paris with rose petals fluttering from the sky. Except it wasn’t flowers.
I stood there, covered in manure.
Wrong Love Song
“Is the musical number finished for the Romance Extravaganza?” I poked my head into the vid room to check on Frankie’s progress.
“Not quite. The performance is ready but… Here, let me show you.”
Frankie cued up the new holo-program and three ladies with spikey blue hair, dressed in chartreuse overalls and pink crop tops belted out “Let’s Dance Together, Baby, Uh Huh” to a rock opera beat track.
“Looks good to me. What’s the issue?”
“It’s the ending. Watch.”
Frankie tapped a button and the song “It’s Raining Men” blasted out followed by a shower of tiny male dolls.
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