Tyler's Adventures Part 27
“Hey man!” Pablo shouted, a stubby cigarette dangling from his lips, “How have you been?”
“Friends of yours?” Chelsea whispered so suddenly it caused Tyler to jump in alarm.
“No!” he said quickly, “I mean yes, in a way, but they’re dead.”
Chelsea gave him a look and said, “Honey, I know dead and they aren’t it.”
“But….” Tyler started; however, he was cut off by Pablo who snapped, “Hey! I’m talking to you man! What, you too good to talk to your old buddy Pablo?”
“No, it’s not that.” Tyler protested, “I though you were dead, I mean, you flew off a cliff, in your shopping cart--”
“Shopping cart?” Paco asked with a raised eyebrow.
“-and you died…or at least I hoped you did….” Tyler muttered.
Pablo, Paco, and Pepito burst out laughing, “You tickle our funny bones man! You are one crazy fool!” Pablo stated breathlessly.
“How did you survive?” Tyler demanded.
“What an intriguing question.” Alden said beginning to flip through the pages of his book.
“Stuff it oh-one-with-much-knowledge!” Tyler snapped.
“Humph!” Alden stated looking a bit hurt.
“So,” Tyler said, turning his attention on Pablo, Paco, and Pepito once more, “How did you survive?”
“Whoa man!” Pepito exclaimed, his silver teeth glistening in the sun, “Who’s the babe?” he asked pointing to Chelsea.
Tyler glanced over at Chelsea who stood with her arms crossed staring quizzically at Pepito.
“Oh,” Tyler said offhandedly, “That’s just Chelsea.”
Chelsea gave an indignant snort to express her disproval.
“Chelsea, huh?” Pepito repeated running his black tongue over his lips, “Is she your girlfriend?”
“No!” Tyler protested, “She’s just a girl!”
“Excuse me?” Chelsea snapped.
“Oh, dear oh, dear.” Alden muttered uncomfortably.
Tyler looked over at Chelsea and said, “I mean….”
“I happen to be the god of the Undead!” Chelsea shouted in Tyler’s face.
“I know, I know!” Tyler retorted, “How could I forget? You remind me every five seconds!”
Pablo, Paco and Pepito stared at Tyler and Chelsea with earnest eyes and Alden busied himself by reading his book.
“Oh, now I’m a pompous bitch, is that it?” Chelsea demanded, her eyes sharpening malevolently.
“I didn’t say that! Quit twisting my words!” Tyler shouted.
“I’ll twist more than that if you don’t…”
“Uh, excuse me?” Pablo intervened meekly.
“WHAT!!!!????” Tyler and Chelsea shouted turning to stare at Pablo with angered faces.
“If you could stop arguing for just one minute because we have something to show Tyler.” Pablo said as Paco and Pepito nodded vigorously.
“Fine,” Chelsea said with a shrug, “You go play. Alden and I are going to the party-“
“We are?” Alden asked.
“---and perhaps if you’re man enough, we’ll finish this argument later. Goodbye.” And with that she spun around and stomped down the dirt road with Alden following behind.
“Friends of yours?” Chelsea whispered so suddenly it caused Tyler to jump in alarm.
“No!” he said quickly, “I mean yes, in a way, but they’re dead.”
Chelsea gave him a look and said, “Honey, I know dead and they aren’t it.”
“But….” Tyler started; however, he was cut off by Pablo who snapped, “Hey! I’m talking to you man! What, you too good to talk to your old buddy Pablo?”
“No, it’s not that.” Tyler protested, “I though you were dead, I mean, you flew off a cliff, in your shopping cart--”
“Shopping cart?” Paco asked with a raised eyebrow.
“-and you died…or at least I hoped you did….” Tyler muttered.
Pablo, Paco, and Pepito burst out laughing, “You tickle our funny bones man! You are one crazy fool!” Pablo stated breathlessly.
“How did you survive?” Tyler demanded.
“What an intriguing question.” Alden said beginning to flip through the pages of his book.
“Stuff it oh-one-with-much-knowledge!” Tyler snapped.
“Humph!” Alden stated looking a bit hurt.
“So,” Tyler said, turning his attention on Pablo, Paco, and Pepito once more, “How did you survive?”
“Whoa man!” Pepito exclaimed, his silver teeth glistening in the sun, “Who’s the babe?” he asked pointing to Chelsea.
Tyler glanced over at Chelsea who stood with her arms crossed staring quizzically at Pepito.
“Oh,” Tyler said offhandedly, “That’s just Chelsea.”
Chelsea gave an indignant snort to express her disproval.
“Chelsea, huh?” Pepito repeated running his black tongue over his lips, “Is she your girlfriend?”
“No!” Tyler protested, “She’s just a girl!”
“Excuse me?” Chelsea snapped.
“Oh, dear oh, dear.” Alden muttered uncomfortably.
Tyler looked over at Chelsea and said, “I mean….”
“I happen to be the god of the Undead!” Chelsea shouted in Tyler’s face.
“I know, I know!” Tyler retorted, “How could I forget? You remind me every five seconds!”
Pablo, Paco and Pepito stared at Tyler and Chelsea with earnest eyes and Alden busied himself by reading his book.
“Oh, now I’m a pompous bitch, is that it?” Chelsea demanded, her eyes sharpening malevolently.
“I didn’t say that! Quit twisting my words!” Tyler shouted.
“I’ll twist more than that if you don’t…”
“Uh, excuse me?” Pablo intervened meekly.
“WHAT!!!!????” Tyler and Chelsea shouted turning to stare at Pablo with angered faces.
“If you could stop arguing for just one minute because we have something to show Tyler.” Pablo said as Paco and Pepito nodded vigorously.
“Fine,” Chelsea said with a shrug, “You go play. Alden and I are going to the party-“
“We are?” Alden asked.
“---and perhaps if you’re man enough, we’ll finish this argument later. Goodbye.” And with that she spun around and stomped down the dirt road with Alden following behind.