Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Great Minds Think Alike... Sometimes.




“What are you doing, Louie?” Gil asked as he walked into the back office. It was a bit odd to find his friend and business partner back here. Louie, genius chef that he was, abhorred paperwork, which was how Gil had gotten a partnership in the pub in the first place. Gil needed a place to crash while he looked for a stolen book of spells and Louie needed someone who was willing to take care of the less creative side of running a pub.

“I’m making up a flyer for next week’s Halloween thing,” Louie said distractedly. Gil looked over the rotund rat’s shoulder—no mean feat, since Louie was much larger than him—and frowned. Louie wasn’t the smoothes guy around and he hated computers. He read the somewhat course lines of text and frowned harder.

“It says I’m going to be running a karaoke machine,” he said accusingly.

“Yep!” Louie agreed happily. “The way I see it, if the wolves want to howl at the moon, they can do it at Ratagan’s over a couple beers and a basket of wings.”

“But it says I am going to run it,” Gil stressed.

“Yep.”

“No, Louie. Not no, but hell no.” Gil shook his head sharply, punctuating his resistance even though Louie had yet to turn around.

“Why not, little buddy?” Louie asked, still not turning away from the flyer he was designing.

“Louie, think about it. Full moon. Wolves. Me—little grey squirrel. That’s a recipe for disaster and you know it.”

“You just leave the recipes to me, Gil,” Louie said smugly. “I’ll fill ‘em up with salty snacks and get ‘em drinking Lex’s new specialty ale. You keep ‘em entertained with bad singing. It’s going to golden, you’ll see.”

“I don’t think so, Louie…”

“Don’t think, then. Trust in my artistic brilliance and this will be a Halloween to remember!”

10 comments:

Savanna Kougar said...

I think if I was Gil I'd be slathering myself in something wolves hate the smell of... anyone know what that is?

Fun flash, Rebecca!

Pat C. said...

Karaoke? Poor Gil!

I don't think he needs to worry about predators sniffing around him. The memory of him holding a gun on the diners is still pretty fresh in Talbot's Peak.

Rebecca Gillan said...

I have a feeling Gil can take care of himself, too. Like us, the folk of Talbot's Peak likes the spunky little accidental squirrel too much to do him any actual harm.

Savanna Kougar said...

Yeah, they do like him... it's just that non-resident who shows up...

Pat C. said...

And gets his ass kicked. If not by Gil, then by Louie. You do not want to mess with the Jersey rat.

Serena Shay said...

LOL...Gil needs a costume for that night, something to cover up his "squirrelness"...say with some zombie! That'll keep those wolves away, er, maybe. ;)

Pat C. said...

Zombie squirrel! He probably eats walnuts because they look like braaaaaiiiins ...

Savanna Kougar said...

Zombie squirrel karaoke crooner... that'll sell in Talbot's Peak... lol...

Rebecca Gillan said...

Zombie squirrels? How did we go from karaoke to zombie squirrels?!?

Pat C. said...

"The Climbing Dead."