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Writer's pictureLynda Schultz

The Clutch




The beginning …


Drusilla: “Hello? Anyone there?”


Dabney: “Who’s that?”


Drusilla: “Me.”


Dabney: “Who’s you?”


Drusilla: “Beside you.”


Dabney: “Which side?”


Drusilla: “I don’t know.”


Doris: “You’re there. I’m here. He’s over that way. At least, I think so. Maybe. Well, I really don’t know either.”


Dickie: “I can’t see.”


Darla: “It’s a little cramped.”


Dudley: “Dark, too.”


Dorothy: “Dark as opposed to …?”


Dougie: “Dunno.”


Davey: “What happens next?”


Dolly: “What makes you think something’s supposed to happen?”


Davey: “Dunno.”


Dougie: “That’s my line.”


Davey: “What? You got it copyrighted?”


Dorothy: “What’s copyrighted?”


Dougie: “Du…”


All: “DON’T SAY IT!”


Dillman: “I have a suggestion.”


Dudley: “That being…?”


Dillman: “PRISON BREAK.”


Denise: “I…I don’t know. I kinda like it here. It’s quiet, and safe.”


Dorothy: “I think we’re supposed to come out.”


Denise: “Why?”


Dillman: “And if you say ‘I don’t know,’ I’ll …”


Dorothy: “You’ll what?”


Dillman: “Huh, I don’t know.”


All: “Aaaargh!”


Dorothy: “I think it’s a seasonal thing. It’s all about timing.”


Darla: “Anything that’ll give me room to move would be appreciated. I have the urge to merge.”


Later…


Darla: “Hey, guys. I’ve got good news and bad news.”


Davey: “What’s the good news?”


Dillman: “Wait. Maybe we should have the bad news first. Something to cheer us up after we get depressed.”


Dudley: “Who made you head…whatever? If she wants to tell us the good news first, that’s for her to decide.”


Dorothy: “Be quiet and let her speak. Go ahead, dear.”


Darla: “Well, it’s just that I think we are supposed to do something and …


Dougie: “Someone already said that.”


Dabney, Dickie, and Dolly: “Hush! Let her finish.”


Darla: “…and I think I’m starting to do it.”


Drusilla: “Cool. What exactly are you doing?”


Darla: “That’s the bad news. I seem to be coming apart at the seams.”


Dougie: “Seams? Is that like…oops.”


Dolly: “Oops? What an ‘oops’?”


Dougie: “Well, I just stuck my foot through one of those seams.”


Drusilla: “Your seam, or hers?”


Darla: “Wasn’t mine.”


Dadney: “Hey, I got one too.”


Davey: “One seam, or two? Which is it?”


Dabney: “No, silly. I have one seam also.”


Davey: “Well, you should have said so.”


Denise: “I knew I wasn’t going to like this.”


Dougie: “Hey, I think I know the answer to that question now.”


Drusilla: “Which one?”


Dougie: “The one about dark as opposed to …”


Dorothy: “That was mine. Enlighten us, Maestro.”


Dougie: “Light. Light is the opposite of dark and I can see it through my seam.”


Dudley: “What? Does that mean you are light on your feet?”


Dickie: “Huh?”


Dudley: “Well he did just stick his foot through a seam, didn’t he?”


Dougie: “No, no, this seam is right where my eye is.”


Darla: “I got one! I got one!”


Dorothy: “So what can you see? What’s light like?”


Dougie: “I see…oof.”


Dolly: “Oof? What’s an ‘oof’?”


Dougie: “The light turned dark just after it hit me.”


Darla: “Sorry, I think that was my other foot coming out through a seam.”


Doris: “I think we need to fast-track here.”


Dillman: “Meaning?”


Doris: “Meaning, if we use our heads we might be able to get more seams to open more quickly.”


Dudley: “I hardly think this is the time for a three day summit.”


Doris: “Not that part of the head. I mean that sharp thingy just below your eye. Bash it up against the seam.”


Dudley: “The beak?”


Doris: “Yes, and if you shut it, you’ll get more done.”


Dabney: “Not much room to maneuver.”


Denise: “Keep track of the pieces that belong to me in case I don’t like it out there and want to come back in.”


Drusilla: “I don’t think there’s a season for coming in, only for going out.”


Denise: “Bummer.”


At last…


Dolly: “Phew, that was hard work.”


Davey: “Quack.”


Drusilla: “What was that?”


Davey: “Verbalization skills. Mom says we have to learn how to communicate with the locals.”


Dolly: “Oh.”


Dudley: “Mom’s cool. She’s going to teach us how to swim.”


Dabney: “What’s that?”


Dudley: “Don’t know, but it sounds like fun.”


Dorothy: “I think I like this seasonal stuff. Mom calls it ‘Spring’. Even Denise is happy she’s out.”


Dillman: “Spring, sprang, sprung.”


Doris: “Huh?”


Dillman: “Verbs. Spring, the season, perfectly demonstrates the meaning the verb which it copies.”


Dougie: “Which is?”


Dillman: “Liberty”


Darla: “Quack.”


Dorothy: “Nice pronunciation.”


Darla: “Thank you.”


Davey: “Mom says it’s time to swim.”


Denise: “Cool.”


Davey: “Single file, please.”


Dolly: “Me first.”


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