Les Bons Petits Diables, Pinkie et Chuck

Episode 3

And it just get’s better…

It’s hot… it’s very hot… it’s burning hot and it’s not just Miss Pinkie whining, non non non! It’s so hot, i can already picture us in a giant oven… being turned around and around, roasted and tossed around around and around, like Obelix grilling a wild Boar (I need food). Even mon popo is burning! not to mention my poor cheeks… (mm mon popo…on second thought, i won’t eat)

I’m sick ha! I knew it! I knew i’d get sick, the signs were too obvious… From this chaleur to AC and back to chaleur! my head still throbbing! “Don’t get sick Pinkie! you’re not allowed to get sick! I would leaaaave! don’t quit on me!” crie le Petit Chuck… hehehe I won’t quit i promised Queen Zee… and one week’s over deja! (Victory dance)

Away run the minutes, dragging their fellow seconds with them… isn’t it extraordinary how those little creatures’ puny legs run so fast… much too fast for you to keep up… It’s field trip today too… I went to a prreeeetty place… with workers and dust in the air… some sort of a construction site… beautiful! with catcalls here and whistles there… I think that flowery dress wasn’t the perfect choice… “Pinkie stay here next to Macho-Macho do not move!” Chuck’s orders… “But I’m boooored…can we eat can we eat ? can we go somewhere? I want AC… my arms hurt” and whiny little Gremlin goes on and on… the annoyed grimace on petit Chuck’s face is simply priceless!

I’m twirling around in one of my dreams…singing my Lolita song…I wake up to what they call this real world…sitting in some outdoor place… between Chuck and Mr.Macho-Macho.. it was a long day… a long long day, one of those days when you don’t even remember what happened; was it today, was it yesterday? where are we? what am i doing here? i lost track of time… (We don’t get along me and time eh?) i’m not sure whether it’s the fever.. or the heat… maybe my brain got fried at some point..well you know me, nothing keeps me from skipping and hopping and going about and about.. I’m hyper.. it’s funny… I’m hyper and I’m drained… I need a Martini…No, wait! make that a Bloody Mary on second thought…I think I need to eat but I’m trying to avoid that… I’m losing it… Am i losing it? (Bebe you lost it a long time ago!) Mon Dieu! Men! these two are going on and on about du Chinois! work work… du Biz quoi!? It’s all about Le Biz… it’s all about l’argent… it’s all about this endless cycle… Biz = argent, more Biz = more argent… and it never ends… No wonder curly lost it too!? Well Pinkie you are in that cycle no? work shoes …more work more shoes… more more work…more Pink! Pink Pink Pinkish Pinkitty PINK! (eeeeh ok will you calm down now?)

Time rolls and rolls and rolls away… we leave and meet the Joker… that Joker with the “sechoir“ effect, what Chuck calls “Hot Air”… beaucoup de patati patata and nothing there…the once almost bearable atmosphere turned into un fiasco! That big creepy joke of a man… or should I say a Big Creepy Baby! I don’t get those people… those creepy people who give you the shivers… a conscious-less being… i’m tired why am I not home yet?… I don’t know… I think I’m lost…part of me is having a smashing time… the other part is too intimidated by those two… that Joker is too hard to handle… “Pinkie you earned the title Secretary of the year!”  Mais quel conasse! Je vais lui casser les couilles… GRRRRRR… but then again… i sit and color, scribble and doodle everywhere… Pinkie took them to a place with crayola colors and paper table covers ha! they bicker, I color… I listen…I learn… (Ha! Zee would be so proud of her Doodle-monster!)

Food… finally food…I skim the menu and pick une salade … “Oh Pinkie picks a salade with ranch and parmesan and fried chicken…mmm diet? I despise people who eat that shit and whine that they’re fat…” (hmm hmm maybe i shouldn’t keep my food after all!).. fighting back tears, the fat little Pinkie looks down at the menu… i can feel my face flushing bright pink… It’s a good thing those two are too busy bickering here and there…. That Joker is simply impossible! too much hot air… too much for a hot summer’s night

The evening was long… but before I knew it… I was back to Pinkie’s territoire.. Off come the heels and the risky dress… I slip under my Pink duvet, with one hand out typing those emails i should’ve done earlier… It’s 2:10 am… and I’m drifting… I can see colors twirling and smiling eyes and away I fly in My pink tutu dress….

Bonne nuit