Buckwheat, 808 Crazyan Way, KZY 9X1
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Soft tune plays.
The door opens—Crazyland.
CRASH !!@??
Glass shatters.
Another Buckwheat scrambles through the window—fast, off-balance, already yellin’.
“C-I-L-L—MY LANDLO’!
CILL MY LANDLO’!”
“HE AIN’T HOME! AIN’T GOT THE KEY!
LIGHTS ON—NOBODY HOME!
AIN’T NOBODY HOME!”
“JUMP THROUGH HIS WINDOW—BREAK HIS NECK—
NO REASON—WHAT THE HECK!”
A beat.
He nods.
Then—gone again, climbing right back out.
CRASH !!@??!!
Glass still in the frame.
Back again—halfway through the window.
“Bus come yet?”
Tags:
Americana, Satire, Absurd, Comic Narrative, Buckwheat
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A chaotic loop in Crazyland—glass shatters, voices echo, and nothing quite makes sense.
