Carmen drabble!
The first of what will likely be many new pieces for this old and beloved fandom of mine.
This will likely be the part of something larger. And oh gosh, I had fun with this...
The young detective ran down the hall of the TV studio, searching for the wild rollerblader. He came to a stop at the end of the corridor; there were six identical doors, and no other way to leave other than the way she had come.
“Hey, Infy!” a voice behind him asked. “Did you find her!?”
“Sort of,” the Informant replied, staring at the six doors. “I found one of the possible places she might have gone to.”
Three pairs of running feet were behind him; he looked back at his comrades.
“Aha, the old pick-one-of-the-many-doors trick,” the Messenger huffed, crossing his arms. “Thankfully, there are only six to choose from.”
“They all must lead to sound stages for show sets,” the Inspector said.
“You’d think a studio would have more than just six sets,” the Techie pondered.
“Well, this is only one lot,” the Informant reminded him. “There’ll be other sets on other lots. In the meantime, though, Sarah Nade has gone into one of these six. But which one?”
“Pity there’re only the four of us,” the Messenger sighed, heading for the closest door. “Well, then, we’ll just have to check each one!”
“Wait!” the Techie exclaimed. “We don’t even know what’s behind those doors!”
“I know, and that’s the fun of it!” the Messenger grinned. “What might be behind Door #1? A dark dungeon? A creepy crypt?” He opened the door and stared, blankly, at the pastel-colored Candyland-like setting. “…Or SuperHappyLand?”
The Informant snarked aloud now, leaning against the Techie to keep himself from falling over while laughing.
The Messenger merely shrugged and closed the door.
“Hey, we need to check if Sarah went in there!” the Techie pointed out.
“Nah; she wouldn’t have gone in there,” the Messenger declared. “That syrupy-sweet place? She wouldn’t be able to stand it!”
“…You may have a point,” the Techie admitted. He gave the Informant a good-natured pat on the shoulder as he went to open the second door. “Hey, it’s a saloon!”
“Must be the set of that old Western show we like so much,” the Informant said, nodding in approval. “Sarah could’ve come here…”
“No, I don’t think so,” the Inspector grunted. “No one’s used this set for years-look at the dust on the floor. We’d have seen the tracks of her rollerblades.”
“I’m surprised they didn’t tear the set down and rebuild it for something else,” the Messenger mused. “Isn’t that what they usually do when a show is canceled?”
“Well, it was a classic; I guess they wanted to preserve it,” the Informant said. “Alright, so she didn’t come though this way. Let’s try Door #3!”
He opened the third door, revealing a creepy cemetery set with angel statues and gnarled trees all around. A large, bubbling cauldron, pouring out dry ice fog, stood in the center, illuminated by creepy lighting-and a skeleton was stirring it.
“Nope,” the boy said, immediately closing the door. “Moving on!”
“Shouldn’t we check…?” the Techie began.
“Only if she’s not in any of the others,” the Informant answered.
The Inspector now opened the fourth door as the Messenger started whistling. This door led to a massive ice-and-snow covered set.
“Oh. This show,” he grunted. “It used to be good.”
“Yeah, and then it jumped the shark and undid all the character development-and threw in some messed-up plots,” the Messenger muttered. “Still, it would be a shame to let all this snow go to waste…”
He quickly scooped up a snowball before the Inspector closed the door.
“No tracks?” the Informant asked.
“No tracks,” he agreed.
The Techie now moved to open the fifth door; inside was a darkened hospital set.
“Hey, this looks like somewhere she might’ve gone…” he began, but he trailed off as the sixth and final door suddenly had a loud THUD sound from the other side. “What was that!?”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” the Messenger said, opening the sixth door. “What the…!?”
He backed away as a robotic gorilla lumbered out of a jungle set, walked across the corridor, and lumbered onto the hospital set which had been directly opposite. It kept going, and the detectives watched it.
“Well, there’s an idea for a new show if I ever saw one,” the Messenger said, after a moment. “Dr. Gorilla, M.D.”
The Informant and the Techie broke into chuckles again.
“Before you pitch your idea to the station execs, you may want to apprehend Sarah,” the Inspector reminded him. “She’s in the jungle set somewhere.”
“How can you be sure?” the Informant asked.
“That robotic gorilla didn’t activate by itself,” he pointed out.
“Oh. Oh, yeah.”
“Onward, my companions!” the Messenger exclaimed, leading the way.
It only took them another fifteen minutes to find the fugitive hidden in the synthetic foliage.
“Sarah Nade, I presume?” the Messenger asked.
“…Aww, nuts,” she grumbled. “I knew I shoulda hid in the snow room.”
Her annoyance turned into exasperation as he led her out at snowball-point, followed by his amused compatriots.
This will likely be the part of something larger. And oh gosh, I had fun with this...
The young detective ran down the hall of the TV studio, searching for the wild rollerblader. He came to a stop at the end of the corridor; there were six identical doors, and no other way to leave other than the way she had come.
“Hey, Infy!” a voice behind him asked. “Did you find her!?”
“Sort of,” the Informant replied, staring at the six doors. “I found one of the possible places she might have gone to.”
Three pairs of running feet were behind him; he looked back at his comrades.
“Aha, the old pick-one-of-the-many-doors trick,” the Messenger huffed, crossing his arms. “Thankfully, there are only six to choose from.”
“They all must lead to sound stages for show sets,” the Inspector said.
“You’d think a studio would have more than just six sets,” the Techie pondered.
“Well, this is only one lot,” the Informant reminded him. “There’ll be other sets on other lots. In the meantime, though, Sarah Nade has gone into one of these six. But which one?”
“Pity there’re only the four of us,” the Messenger sighed, heading for the closest door. “Well, then, we’ll just have to check each one!”
“Wait!” the Techie exclaimed. “We don’t even know what’s behind those doors!”
“I know, and that’s the fun of it!” the Messenger grinned. “What might be behind Door #1? A dark dungeon? A creepy crypt?” He opened the door and stared, blankly, at the pastel-colored Candyland-like setting. “…Or SuperHappyLand?”
The Informant snarked aloud now, leaning against the Techie to keep himself from falling over while laughing.
The Messenger merely shrugged and closed the door.
“Hey, we need to check if Sarah went in there!” the Techie pointed out.
“Nah; she wouldn’t have gone in there,” the Messenger declared. “That syrupy-sweet place? She wouldn’t be able to stand it!”
“…You may have a point,” the Techie admitted. He gave the Informant a good-natured pat on the shoulder as he went to open the second door. “Hey, it’s a saloon!”
“Must be the set of that old Western show we like so much,” the Informant said, nodding in approval. “Sarah could’ve come here…”
“No, I don’t think so,” the Inspector grunted. “No one’s used this set for years-look at the dust on the floor. We’d have seen the tracks of her rollerblades.”
“I’m surprised they didn’t tear the set down and rebuild it for something else,” the Messenger mused. “Isn’t that what they usually do when a show is canceled?”
“Well, it was a classic; I guess they wanted to preserve it,” the Informant said. “Alright, so she didn’t come though this way. Let’s try Door #3!”
He opened the third door, revealing a creepy cemetery set with angel statues and gnarled trees all around. A large, bubbling cauldron, pouring out dry ice fog, stood in the center, illuminated by creepy lighting-and a skeleton was stirring it.
“Nope,” the boy said, immediately closing the door. “Moving on!”
“Shouldn’t we check…?” the Techie began.
“Only if she’s not in any of the others,” the Informant answered.
The Inspector now opened the fourth door as the Messenger started whistling. This door led to a massive ice-and-snow covered set.
“Oh. This show,” he grunted. “It used to be good.”
“Yeah, and then it jumped the shark and undid all the character development-and threw in some messed-up plots,” the Messenger muttered. “Still, it would be a shame to let all this snow go to waste…”
He quickly scooped up a snowball before the Inspector closed the door.
“No tracks?” the Informant asked.
“No tracks,” he agreed.
The Techie now moved to open the fifth door; inside was a darkened hospital set.
“Hey, this looks like somewhere she might’ve gone…” he began, but he trailed off as the sixth and final door suddenly had a loud THUD sound from the other side. “What was that!?”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” the Messenger said, opening the sixth door. “What the…!?”
He backed away as a robotic gorilla lumbered out of a jungle set, walked across the corridor, and lumbered onto the hospital set which had been directly opposite. It kept going, and the detectives watched it.
“Well, there’s an idea for a new show if I ever saw one,” the Messenger said, after a moment. “Dr. Gorilla, M.D.”
The Informant and the Techie broke into chuckles again.
“Before you pitch your idea to the station execs, you may want to apprehend Sarah,” the Inspector reminded him. “She’s in the jungle set somewhere.”
“How can you be sure?” the Informant asked.
“That robotic gorilla didn’t activate by itself,” he pointed out.
“Oh. Oh, yeah.”
“Onward, my companions!” the Messenger exclaimed, leading the way.
It only took them another fifteen minutes to find the fugitive hidden in the synthetic foliage.
“Sarah Nade, I presume?” the Messenger asked.
“…Aww, nuts,” she grumbled. “I knew I shoulda hid in the snow room.”
Her annoyance turned into exasperation as he led her out at snowball-point, followed by his amused compatriots.