Clair and Olive just would not
listen to the poor boy. Every time he found a point to interject and explain his plight, Uncle Clair would scold him for something perverse he was supposed to have done, and Aunt Olive would bitch about needing to count the marijuana plants. Red folded his arms over the folds in his dress that were supposed to cover his nonexistent bust.
"Oh, okay, fine.
I see how it is. Of course
your precious weed plants are more important than your own neph...niece.... I bet your retarded, over payed employees have better parental instincts than you."
"HOLD UP!" Crystal shouted suddenly. She walked over to the edge of the background and off the set. "Okay first of all I need something for this goddamn headache that bitch with the rake gave me. Second I need some mouthwash. Biting that chick's legs was not sanitary! Third, 'woof' and 'bark?' Is that all I get to say?! Look at this!" She pointed to her bust. "I am FAR
too sexy to only get 'woof' and 'bark' as lines, okay? I am not going to go around following the drag queen, barking like his little Bitch!"
"Hey! I didn't ask
to be Dorothy!" Red shouted back at her.
"I play a dog but... I'm sexy! CALL MY MANAGER OR I QUIT!" She shouted and threw the director's chair across the studio, subsequently braining said director.
"Girls." The boy snorted.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
After Crystal received Prozac, mouthwash, more lines, and coffee.
The new director (the other one ended up in the hospital with a cracked skull) signaled for the scene to be put back into motion. "Take six hundred seventy eight - ACTION!"
Red gave a huff and started to make off for the farm hands mentioned earlier when a pair of arms, clad in faux fur, wrapped around his own. Crystal gave a small dog-like whine. "It hurts Red..."
"If you behave," Red cocked his head back to whisper, "later I'll make it worth your while, if you catch my drift." The boy raised his brows, hoping she caught his veiled innuendo.
He trotted on up to Azure, Orange, and Violet. They appeared to be fixing an old wagon. Violet was on the ground, maneuvering the bed into place while Orange and Azure held it up. They dropped it on Violet's finger. Seeing his chance, Red swooped in and took Azure in a headlock, using his free arm to lean against the shoddy wagon.
"Azure, what am I going to do about Blue?" He complained. "Just because Crystal chases her old cat..."