Date Posted:11:24:42 07/16/06 Sun Author: Kande's Sis Subject: Next door at the Mayor's house In reply to:
kande
's message, "Kande wakes up, already plotting and planning." on 08:45:07 07/15/06 Sat
CW and IG are peeking around the drapes. "Look, there's a bobbing light at that witchy neighbor's house."
Stardoe walks over to the duo, munching on a coconut-encrusted prawn. "Hmm. That looks suspicious. Somebody should go check it out."
The two turn and stare at her. "Like, maybe you!" CW puts her hands on her hips. "You are, after all, the Sheriff."
Stardoe puts the entire prawn in her mouth. "Oh, yeff." Her throat works convulsively and she swallows. "Man, that Stan can really cook. For a monkey." She joines them at the window.
"It can't possibly be the neighbor," IG says, watching a black-garbed figure start carrying furniture out to a moving van. "I saw what was left of her body in KS's garbage can this morning."
CW shudders. "Yeah, it was gross."
Stardoe coughs. "It wasn't so gross that I couldn't do an experiment." She motions behind her and the two turn and stare. "I thought the Mayor might get a kick out of seeing her neighbor turned into a zombie."
"Why does it have mummy-style wrappings around its torso and upper thigh?" IG asks innocently.
"The proper term is 'fillet'" Stardoe corrects her.
"So who's over there at the house?" IG asks, turning around to stare through the drapes again. Rain is pelting the windows, and she can barely see through the darkness.
"I have no idea," Stardoe says grimly, "but I think we should all arm ourselves and check it out." She starts handing out umbrellas, various items of cutlery, and in one instance, a stapler. The zombie shuffles after her as they all head for the backdoor.
Meanwhile...Kande struggles with a life-size cardboard cut-out of Fred Flintstone. "Are you sure we need to carry all of it into the van?" her voice raises querulously. "And why aren't you helping?"
"I'm too busy wiping off all the surfaces you keep insisting on touching," KS hisses at her.
"I'm wearing gloves, for Pete's sake."
"But you're shedding hair and your nose is dripping snot."
"Only because you keep shoving furniture into my arms to carry out to the van and I can't blow my nose." Kande whines.
