Post by Buck U Productions on Sept 14, 2015 19:52:06 GMT
*Back in the office of the Canadian Ambassador in Mexico*
Power returns to the office and the lights go back on. Squatting on the desk, his masked face only centimeters from the ambassador is El Tigre de Jengibre.
“Hello, Daddy Dearest.”
“SON! You gave me quite the fright there. How… how’ve you been?”
Brute starts to move towards the pair but Tigre holds up his hand.
“Brute, dear Brute. Be a good colossus and stay put. We wouldn’t want anything unpleasant to happen the ‘The Most Beloved Canadian in Mexico’.”
Holly, sitting on the floor starts to cry.
“Please, Tiggie, don’t hurt Daddy.”
“Don’t worry your little, sex crazed mind, Holl. We’re just going to talk. Why don’t you and Brute go take a walk.”
Holly gets to her feet and runs to Brute. Grabbing his hand, she tries to pull him to the door. He looks to Charlotte, who waves him to go. She’ll keep an eye on the situation. Once they’re gone, Tigre starts talking again.
“Where is it?”
“I’m not sure what you…”
Reaching out, Tigre grabs his father’s tie and pulls at it.
“My title. What did you do with my Scramble championship?”
“Oh that? It’s in my trophy case, along with your Young Lion’s trophy…”
“I want them both back. Now, please,” pulling tighter on the tie, “You had no right to take what was mine.”
“I just wanted to show off your accomplishments, E… err, Son,” laughing nervously, “You should have seen the American Ambassador’s face. He was so jealous…”
Tigre hand reaches out and the ambassador makes a gurgling sound.
“Stop babbling and bring me my title and trophy. If I don’t get them in five minutes I’ll rip out your throat with my bare hands.”
“Tigre, stop,” Charlotte protests, “I’ll make sure you get them both back. You’re father is just a bit overzealous over showing everyone how great you are. I’m sure he only meant to keep them for a little while.”
Tigre ignores her and we see his arm tense up. The ambassador gurgles louder.
“TIGRE, STOP,” she yells, “We need him. Think about the trios tournament next week. Think about your Supremo title shot in October.”
She grabs his arm, but he won’t let go.
“Tiger,” she whispers.
For the first time since appearing in the room he takes his eyes of his father and looks at her. She smiles at him sweetly and whispers something in his ear. He pulls back and looks at her for a second, before letting go of his father and walking out of the room.
“Charlie, bring me my title,” he calls as he exits the door.
Charlotte quickly goes over to check on the ambassador once he’s gone.
“Sir, are you ok?”
He gives her the thumbs up.
“Don’t worry sir. He’ll be ready for the Three Cup Chicken Trios tournament.”
The ambassador chuckles.
“That’s good, Charlotte, very good indeed. Thank God the writer gave me brown pants to wear.”
FIN
(498 Words)
Power returns to the office and the lights go back on. Squatting on the desk, his masked face only centimeters from the ambassador is El Tigre de Jengibre.
“Hello, Daddy Dearest.”
“SON! You gave me quite the fright there. How… how’ve you been?”
Brute starts to move towards the pair but Tigre holds up his hand.
“Brute, dear Brute. Be a good colossus and stay put. We wouldn’t want anything unpleasant to happen the ‘The Most Beloved Canadian in Mexico’.”
Holly, sitting on the floor starts to cry.
“Please, Tiggie, don’t hurt Daddy.”
“Don’t worry your little, sex crazed mind, Holl. We’re just going to talk. Why don’t you and Brute go take a walk.”
Holly gets to her feet and runs to Brute. Grabbing his hand, she tries to pull him to the door. He looks to Charlotte, who waves him to go. She’ll keep an eye on the situation. Once they’re gone, Tigre starts talking again.
“Where is it?”
“I’m not sure what you…”
Reaching out, Tigre grabs his father’s tie and pulls at it.
“My title. What did you do with my Scramble championship?”
“Oh that? It’s in my trophy case, along with your Young Lion’s trophy…”
“I want them both back. Now, please,” pulling tighter on the tie, “You had no right to take what was mine.”
“I just wanted to show off your accomplishments, E… err, Son,” laughing nervously, “You should have seen the American Ambassador’s face. He was so jealous…”
Tigre hand reaches out and the ambassador makes a gurgling sound.
“Stop babbling and bring me my title and trophy. If I don’t get them in five minutes I’ll rip out your throat with my bare hands.”
“Tigre, stop,” Charlotte protests, “I’ll make sure you get them both back. You’re father is just a bit overzealous over showing everyone how great you are. I’m sure he only meant to keep them for a little while.”
Tigre ignores her and we see his arm tense up. The ambassador gurgles louder.
“TIGRE, STOP,” she yells, “We need him. Think about the trios tournament next week. Think about your Supremo title shot in October.”
She grabs his arm, but he won’t let go.
“Tiger,” she whispers.
For the first time since appearing in the room he takes his eyes of his father and looks at her. She smiles at him sweetly and whispers something in his ear. He pulls back and looks at her for a second, before letting go of his father and walking out of the room.
“Charlie, bring me my title,” he calls as he exits the door.
Charlotte quickly goes over to check on the ambassador once he’s gone.
“Sir, are you ok?”
He gives her the thumbs up.
“Don’t worry sir. He’ll be ready for the Three Cup Chicken Trios tournament.”
The ambassador chuckles.
“That’s good, Charlotte, very good indeed. Thank God the writer gave me brown pants to wear.”
FIN
(498 Words)