[JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Mercutio\'s New Clothes
"Well, shall we go and find them?" she asked.
Shakespeare smiled and followed, Mercutio in tow, as
Coffey led him along the promenade and into the crowds
of people that enveloped them.
Making her way towards McKenzie's shop, she stopped
suddenly at the site of McKenzie's ruined shop and the
battered remains of the adjacent McDonald's. Mercutio,
looking like a costume party ghost who had fallen into
the buffet table, nearly continued into a chunk of
rubble before Shakespeare redirected the robot.
"Jeez, I'm glad I didn't want a Fish Filet for
dinner," said Hazel, stunned by the disappearance of
the popular restaurant.
"But verily, where shall we obtain the spray paint,
glue, wood, fabric and suchforth now that the renowned
'McKenzies' has met it's doom?" asked Shakespeare, as
he surveyed the area with a small telescope, which
looked as though he had stolen it from Christopher
Columbus.
"Well, I know a place but it's slightly more expensive
than McKenzies. And it's a bit weird. They might even
have a gyroscope there for all I know, the shelves are
full of the most bizarre rubbish."
"Aha! It soundeth like a shop of alchemy! Lead on!"
The three travelled down to a weedy looking store in a
back corner of the promenade. A sign reading "Shiny
and Fuming Things" above the door was found to be made
from petrified lentils glued to cardboard. Stepping
inside the door, Hazel, Shakespeare, and the good
droid Mercutio bumped into shelves overloaded with
miscellaneous items, spilling joss sticks and
Christmas tree ornaments across the floor.
"Uh, hello?" called Hazel at the desk. After a moment
of silence, she tapped a miniature gong that stood
amongst a pile of food-covered Barbara Cartland novels
and a large hookah. There was a groan and then a
mountainous pile of Gelf Beanie Babies shook to reveal
a skinny man with long stringy hair, and dirty drab
clothes. The man blinked and saw the historically
dressed Shakespeare, the purple haired Hazel Coffey,
and the towering Mercutio, who had now lost most of
his sheet.
"Oh, wow, like heavy," intoned the shopkeeper.
"My good man, we requireth superglue, spray paint,
wood, a certain rich cloth, and perchance a gyroscope.
Dost thou possesseth such things for sale?"
"Uh, yeah. Over here we have lots of groovy cloth,"
the hippie said, pointing to a large bin, "And my
assistant is a paint and glue expert, so he'll kinda
help you with that. And I might have something that's
like a gyroscope or something in the back."
As Hazel looked through the bolts of cloth,
Shakespeare examined the paint and glue until the
assistant emerged from the back door after some loud
noises and shouting could be heard. A crazed man clad
in studded denim with carroty hair glued into points
raced out and up to Shakespeare, who was taken aback
by the mass of pimples and piercings on the
assistant's face.
"Alright, what do you want? I haven't got all day you
know!" shouted the man. After some loud discussion
with the glue and paint expert, robot repair grade
superglue and spray paint were acquired. A roll of
cloth fifteen feet by seven feet, bright purple with
gold pattern around frilled edges had also been found,
exactly as Shakespeare had envisioned except for a few
orange polkdots on the purple part and a tag warning
it to be very non-fire resistant, in fact liable to
burst into flame on it's own.
The hippie shopowner finally came out with a dusty box
labelled "Volkswagen Starbug Gyroscope".
"Here it is. I was like, going to use it, but then the
Starbug melted so I forgot about it." Shakespeare
examined the gyroscope and it appeared to be in good
repair. But you never knew until you tried it out.
Leaving the shop some dollarpounds lighter than could
be expected for such a shabby looking shop, Mercutio
now sported a potted plant atop the sheet to better
disguise him.
"That seems to be everything. Except uranium...you did
mention uranium didn't you?" Hazel asked Shakespeare.
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