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Episode Eighteen
"Hello? Dad, are you there?" yells Benjamin into his surprisingly large mobilised phone. Despite modern technology developing mobile phones the size of peanuts, the folk of Harbour Town are perfectly happy using phones the size of bricks. They are much easier to find in a handbag or jacket pocket when you're in a rush to call someone.
Benjamin and Sophia gaze anxiously at each other across the bed where their dying mother lies. Rebecca Exwife-Richman's life hangs by a tiny thread that experienced sewers wouldn't even use to fasten a button. Rebecca goes in and out of hallucinatory spasms, her eyelids flickering as she sees evil monsters and restaurant owners coming to attack her. Sophia watches her mother with a look of horror and pity as she dabs a wet, pink towel on Rebecca's forehead.
"I learnt this at medical school, Mother," says Sophia proudly. "Although I am thrilled to be finally able to perform emergency sweat-dabbing, I am very distressed that you have to suffer like this in order for me to live this dream!"
"Father! Snap out of it! You must hurry to the hospital," hollers Benjamin, wishing his father would waste less time staring at empty spaces and at that ridiculous portrait.
Rebecca lets out a wimper that Carlos Richman, on the other end of a phone and at the other end of town, magically manages to hear and that snaps him out of his delerium.
"Do not despair, my darlings. Carlos Richman is on his way to save the day," declares Carlos with a slight air of arrogance. How he is going to save the day, no one knows. No one except Carlos Richman, that is.
Meanwhile in Vicky Geepee's lounge room...
"Oh I know!" exclaims Mary-Jane Law nasally.
"Oh I know too!" replies Vicky Geepee olfactory.
"I can't believe Carlos has a cousin called Hernan!" states Mary-Jane, dropping names to impress her friend.
"Well Hernan sounds like a Spanish name to me, so it makes a reasonable amount of sense. I just can't believe that Hernan is a DJ!" proclaims Vicky, obviously a fan.
"Aunty MJ, is that you?" calls an innocent voice from the mouth of an innocent girl.
"Hello Meg! Did you have fun playing with your baby sitter even though your mother was at home and really did have the time to take you to the park herself?" asks Mary-Jane, simply.
"Oh yes," declares Megan, wanting to divulge everything thing she did at the park but she is restricted by time and the script. So instead she simply says, "I played horse."
"Ah, to be young again," sighs Mary-Jane, thinking back to when she was a small girl and didn't have a job, a husband or a brain. Out of no where, Mary-Jane pulls out a box of Crayola Crayons and some butcher's paper and begins to draw.
Meanwhile at the Mystery house, home of Alfonso Mystery...
Alfonso sips his mug of soothing Horlicks and sighs, "That's a nice cup of Horlicks."
What Alfonso does not realise is that the innocent cup of piping hot Horlicks may have been poisoned! Poisoned by a mad woman! Poisoned by Miriam Maid!
Lucky for him, it wasn't.
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