Eerie, Indiana triple drabble: Maybe, Even

[froodle]

Petey scowled. The ring of black makeup around his left eye was smudged, the neat greasepaint circle turned to a dark smear that stretched across the bridge of his nose and disappeared into his hairline.

"We can't do the show without a lead guitarist, Stubby," he said. "What were you thinking?"

Sergeant Stubby's tattooed fingers clenched around his drumsticks. He was scowling.

"I was thinking that I got tired of listening to Bud widdelly-waddle on that fucking Gibson when we're supposed to be practicing," he said. "Every rehearsal, 'widdly-wee, widdly-woo, widdly-wee, widdly-woo', while the rest of us sit here waiting for him to stop grandstanding and actually play the damn songs. Back me up here, Grunt."

They both turned to look at the third remaining member of the Pitbull Surfers. Grunt shrugged.

"Thanks," said Stubby dryly, turning away from their taciturn bassist.

Petey rubbed his face.

"We're going to have to call off the tour," he said.

"Maybe not," said Stubby. He jerked one meaty thumb over his thick shoulders, where a partially-assembled stage stood amidst towering piles of equipment. A figure passed behind the rows of tall black cases, it's steps rapid and purposeful, a heavy coil of wire over one arm.

"The roadie?" said Petey. "Seriously?"

"That or cancel," said Grunt, sounding like he might not care either way.

"I've heard him play," said Stubby. "He's not bad, for a kid."

Petey thought about it, the fingers of one hand tapping out a nervous staccato rhythm against his leather-clad thigh.

"Fine," he said. "I'll go and ask him. What did you say his name was?"

"Tod," said Grunt.

"Stupid name," said Stubby. "He'll have to change that if he wants to be a real Pitbull."

Alone in his bedroom, Tod opened the Beginners Guide to Electric Guitar, and smiled.



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Seafoam by froodle, in which Simon and Marshall go to the seaside

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Taking a Break by froodle, in which Simon and Marshall enjoy some much-needed R&R

Model Railway by froodle, in which a new business prepares to open in Eerie

Shoreline by froodle, in which Simon and Marshall investigate strange happenings on the shores of Lake Eerie

Parade by froodle, in which Mars takes issue with the Eerie Beekeepers Association's choice of mascot

Homestead by froodle, in which Marshall finally gets something useful out of shop class

Hound by froodle, in which Simon makes a friend

Errands by froodle, in which Simon has a to-do list

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Waterlogged by froodle, in which Eerie experiences heavy rainfall

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Strawberry by froodle, in which there is unauthorised hubbub in Eerie

Wildlife by froodle, in which Simon and Marshall go to the beach

Facilities by froodle, in which the Eerie Bus Station and Supper Club has a problem with the men's toilet

Anticipation by froodle, in which Simon and Harley look forward to the Equinox

Castle by froodle, in which there is unexpected architecture in Eerie

Visitor in which Marshall's grandma comes to stay

Euclid by froodle, in which Marshall and Simon investigate strange events at the Eerie Cemetery

The Hut by froodle, in which Simon takes on the forces of Eerie solo

Comments

[evilinsanemonkey]

ahhhh Tod ilu!

[froodle]

Everyone has those daydreams. Maybe not specifically the pitbull surfers, but variations.

[deifire]

Awww, Tod! <3

It's a vast multiverse full of possibilities. Maybe somewhere it happens, exactly like that...

[froodle]

I mean, it's not that much weirder than being a 105 1/2 year old milkman who hops time and space using a milk truck.