by Smitty
“Your ratings are in the toilet. How about if Fernando starts trying to look up lady’s skirts? You know, just a hint of saucy, not too much,” ventured Tim.
It was the classic conversation with the producer. I looked at the picture of grandfather there on the wall, there with the original Fernando back in the Vaudeville era. His “no smut” rule had served him well.
The new Fernando had some features Tim didn’t know. I pressed the second button inside, yawning broadly.
“I’m not sure which one of us is the dummy,” said Fernando.
Tim, visibly startled, left immediately.
via Darleen
Billy Baloney?
As she looked at the photograph from the trunk, her eye
caught the old puppet sitting in the bottom of her grandmother’s trunk. Questions began to run through her mind as to who was this man and who was the puppet. Just underneath the puppet were some old playbills for theaters like the Powder River Hotel in Wyoming, the Weston in Eugene, and the Dew Drop Inn in Yukon Territory. Even more interesting though is that how much that puppet looked like her grandfather. “Well ‘Gerpardo’ sounds like it, but that was just a story! The puppet couldn’t have lived?”
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