30 MINUTES AFTER DINNER
by GILLYLEE
RATED FRPT |
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This story was written in
response to the 2006 Tracy Island Writers Forum's Silly Fic
Title challenge.
Panting
and breathless, Jeff bent double and put his hands on his
knees.
"Must do
something about my condition," he muttered. "Too much
desk-work, not enough workouts."
Tilting
his head, he stared up the stairwell. It looked as if two more
flights would bring him to the top of the stairs, but it had
looked that like that for at least twenty flights already. And
it was important that he reached the top and Penny. Although
it was slightly discomforting that he couldn't remember why it
was so important he got there.
"Must do
something about my memory," he muttered again. "Can you do
something about your memory? Must be able to. Maybe I'll ask
the doc...he'll think of something. I'm too young to, um,
whatever it was."
It
surprised him that the stairs were in such bad repair. He
continued slowly, pressing close to the wall as he climbed. He
found it odd that an increasing number of people were passing
him in both directions and they didn't seem to notice how
decayed the stairs were. Taking a deep breath, Jeff struggled
on, finally reaching the top and Penny, who was unexpectly
dressed in a revealing pink negligee.
"Where's
the loofah, Jeff?" asked Penny.
"What
loofah?" asked Jeff.
"The
certified organically grown one, of course," said Penny. "You
promised me a loofah from Paraguay."
"Did I?"
said Jeff. "Are you sure?"
Penny
opened her mouth and began to wail.
Jeff
pulled his pillow over his head to shut out the noise and
started to wonder why he had brought a pillow with him at all.
Then he realized he was lying in his bed on Tracy Island.
Although he still could hear her wailing. But it wasn't Penny
wailing, it was the alarm.
Jeff lost
precious seconds trying to force his left foot in his right
slipper and fighting with his dressing gown before it
surrendered its sleeves. Stumbling, he rushed to the lounge,
where an irritatingly awake Scott stood before the painting of
Penny. The live image, however, showed a nervous Parker.
"Poopie.
H'it's 'er ladyship's poopie," said Parker. "H'it went down
the drain h'and h'it didn't come back. H'and now she's h'upset."
"Yes,
well, that's all very well, but it isn't something for
International Rescue, is it?" said Scott, a look of disgust on
his face. "It's daytime for you, so why don't you get a
plumber? Although I always thought drains weren't supposed to,
you know, bring things back."
"A
plumber?" said Virgil, feeling his way into the lounge with
his eyes closed.
Scott
turned to his father. "Something the matter with Penny's
drains," he said.
"No,
that's nothing for us," said Jeff, "You can use another
bathroom, Parker."
"H'another
bathroom?" said Parker. "Why would h'I take h'a bath h'in the
middle h'of the day?"
Over
Parker's shoulder they could see a distraught Penny. She got
up, rushed toward the screen and pushed Parker out of the way.
"My baby,"
wailed Penny. "Don't you just stand there, do something, Jeff!
My P'u Pi is suffocating. And you stand there talking about
plumbers and bathrooms, you... you... stupid coffee drinking
Yank!"
"H'i told
you she was h'upset, Mr. Tracy," said Parker, reappearing.
"Her Poopie went down the drain."
Jeff and
Scott exchanged glances. Jeff sighed. "Calm down, Penny. Now
tell me slowly what the problem is."
"My bloody
dog!" Penny screamed, complete forgetting all her upper-class
manners. "My bloody dog was out in the bloody orangery,
hunting down a bloody rabbit or whatever it bloody was and
disappeared down the bloody drain and now she's bloody
suffocating!"
"The
rabbit?" asked Virgil, still half asleep. "That's a lot of
blood," he added when Penny's language shocked him temporarily
into a more awake state.
"My dog!"
cried Penny.
Jeff
scratched his jaw. "Well..."
"Dad,
there has to be someone closer than us who can get a dog out
of a drain," said Scott.
"Well, we
are a rescue organization, son," said Jeff.
"Dad!"
"I'm going
back to bed. Let me know when you make up your minds." Virgil
yawned and began to feel his way out of the lounge.
"Hold on,
son," said Jeff. "It's Penny and she has a problem. Now, it
may not be your average rescue, but we have to help her.
Scott, launch Thunderbird One."
"Yes,
sir," said Scott sighing.
"Virgil,
Thunderbird Two."
"What's
the plan, Dad?"
Jeff
rubbed with a hand over his jaw. "We never had to rescue a dog
before, so how should I know what you need? The Mole? The
Excavator? Thunderbird 4? Take 'em all, Virgil!"
Arriving
at Lady Penelope's estate, Virgil found Parker kneeling down
in front of a drainpipe. He was waving a milk bone and his
voice echoed ghostlike back to them. "Poopie! Oh, pooooopie!"
In the background he saw Penny pacing up and down.
Next to
Parker stood Scott with his arms crossed over his chest.
"There you
are, Virg," he said. "Let's get this over with. Take the Mole
and..."
"Not
through the laddie 'iltons," said Parker standing up.
"The
what?" asked Scott.
"The
laddie 'iltons. You're not going to h'uproot the laddies,"
said Parker pointing at a border of light yellow roses. "Not
for that bloody rat."
Scott
scratched his chin while looking at the plants and read the
sign that gave the rose's name as 'Lady Hillingdon'. He
grinned over Parker's pronunciation and asked his brother, "We
got a shovel in the pod?"
"Yeah,"
said Virgil. "Got two, even."
Scott
sighed, "OK. Get them and let's start digging." He turned
around and smiled down at Penny whose pacing through the
orangery had brought her to where the others stood. "Why don't
you let Parker escort you to the house and give you a cup of
tea."
"Yes,
yes," said Penny with a shivering sigh. "That will do me
good." She followed Parker inside.
"Darjeeling, m'lady?" asked Parker.
"First
flush Darjeeling in the morning? Certainly not, Parker," she
said.
Scott
looked at his brother and raised an eyebrow.
"Sounds
like her Ladyship has recovered from her ordeal," said Virgil.
The loose
soil made it easy for Scott and Virgil to uncover the
drainpipe.
"How do we
get inside, Scott?" asked Virgil. "I mean, if that dog doesn't
come out by itself."
Scott
thought for a moment. "Sledgehammer, we'll smash an opening
into that drain," he decided. "Get it from the pod, Virg and
make it snappy."
Muttering
in himself Virgil went to get the hammer. "Make it snappy,
make it snappy! It's always the same with him." After grabbing
it from the tool cupboard he ran back to the orangery where
Scott had removed the last of the soil. Virgil jumped into the
gap and hefted the heavy tool. There was a loud crash.
There was
a loud crash. And Jeff stared at the after dinner cup of
coffee that had fallen out of his hands. He blinked his eyes
rapidly. 'I did wake up before, didn't I,' he thought. 'Or did
I? I was on those stairs and then I woke up and then the boys
went to Penny and...' He frowned.
"I
shouldn't have eaten that second helping of cod fillets," Jeff
said out loud. "That horseradish sauce gave me nightmares!" |