apinkyandthebrainhomage by KZ Rochelle (of course)
When last we saw K and Z in episode p, part 2, they were peering into the back yard, ogling a mound of dirt created by a gopher. However, K was more interested in the gopher’s attire and finances than in Z’s plan to escape the enclosure of these four walls. Need you be reminded, we pick up with K’s idiocy….
“Kept in the gopher or his cents? And does he keep his cents in his pockets? And where does he get gopher clothes? He should wear overalls. Don’t you think gophers should wear overalls? Do gophers wear overalls, Z? I could make them some overalls. I just have to go to the store to get some denim fabrics. They’d like denim overalls, Z. Only I can’t get to the store because, well…” It dawned on K in that instant that she would need to escape the confinements of these four walls in order to clothe the gophers in little gopher overalls. And that, she could not do without the help of Z’s plans.
Z waited for K’s inane thoughts to prattle themselves into pause. Then she spoke as though K never had.
“Gophers travel underground. And when you left me in the foyer yesterday, staring at a foil-covered box, I saw into the backyard to identify these gopher mounds and hatch my brilliant idea!”
“Ooooh! It’s a magic, shiny box that hatches ideas for the future. Like an 8-ball or Doc’s Packard convertible.” said K.
“K, I’m displaying my brilliance here, like the sun.”
“Oooooooh,” said K. “Warrrrrrrrmmmmm.”
“Here is the brilliant plan to escape the confines of these four walls,” said Z.
“…so I can make the gophers some clothes,” said K. “And it’s confounds.”
“It’s confines,” said Z.
“I heard confounds,” said K.
“That’s because you confound words all the time!” said Z.
“Yes. I can found them. I found a bunch of them. Like avant-garde is when a German asks for an English guard. I found that out. And honcho is when you’re too hot in a poncho. I found that out, too! And a williwaw…well, that one’s too dirty to tell. But I found all those words all by myself, Z — found in my own brain!”
“Clearly. Congratulations,” said Z without a bit of congratulatory affect. “The plan is to follow the pipes, digging our way as the gophers do, beneath the ground all the way to the water main and the city line and then we will be free! Escaped from the confines of these four walls!”
K began to sing. “The pipe line’s connected to the water line. The water line’s connected to the city line.” K began to dance about like a disjointed skeleton. “The city line’s connected to the green line! The green line’s connected to the red line! The red line’s connected to the blue line! Oh hear the words of this song! This song this song’s gotta — be sung! This song this song’s gotta — be sung! Oh hear the words of this song!”
“Are you quite done?” asked a smoldering Z.
“Not quite, Z,” said K who waved her arms above her head and moved her legs in the Charleston dance. “This song this song’s gotta — be sung! This song this song’s gotta — be sung!”
“THE END OF THIS SONG! THE END OF THIS SONG! THE END OF THIS HORRIBLE SONG!” Z’s lid popped. Her hair flew about like flames. Her words were on fire.
K stared at Z. She’d never seen Z lose her temper quite like that before.
“Okay, Z. I’m done,” said K.
“Quite?” asked Z, gaining composure.
“Yes, I quit,” said K.
“One can only hope,” said Z.
“I hope in one hand,” said K. “And in the other I –”
“Quit! Quit! Abort!”
“The plan, Z? Abort the plan? But we haven’t begun it,” said K.
“No, not the plan, K,” said Z.
“Okay,” said K. “On with the plan then?”
“Yes, K. On with the plan,” said Z. “To the bathroom to carry it out.”
K carried Z into the bathroom where the day began.
“This is it, K. This is the origin, where the nascent bulb of the life of my intelligence blooms out from its hardened edifice and astounds the world with its beauty and splendor. Are you ready?”
Are you ready, Reader? For in the next installment of Days of Our Pandemic, K and Z must put the plan into effect. What could go wrong? Find out in the end of episode p in the next Days of Our Pandemic post…