"Sport is sport, but sausage is sausage."
[Quick tips in slow motion.]
A worthy ideal.
Half a sandwich and five hours to go. Five long ones with nothing to do but digest. Hans is daydreaming when phone rings. He looks lazily at the noisy apparatus with both hands occupied. What now? He picks up the phone: "Doctor Stuka, I have it!"
Hans is listening carefully to mister Jones introducing his idea: "I need alive unicorn for my daughter. Her birthday is around the corner, so we'll need a pony and narwhal's horn. One more thing, mister Hans, it must feed on candy, if you'd be so kind and chip it, or program it that way... Oh, and how are you these days, Hans? Did you manage to kick the moon-walking routine?"
This privatization of science is bullshit, thinks doctor Hans while finishing his sandwich. There are some microchips on stock. He checks for the remote control. There are two on the shelve. Ok, first the narwhal. There is a sea-farm nearby, he finds out on the page of a phone book. "Yes, sir! One narwhal will be there the day after tomorrow. Anything else?"
Alive pony was harder to get since most of them were eaten by cats and dogs. The briquettes' standards were harsh these days... After a few calls doctor Stuka got a guy, which was willing to sell him his. Hans tried to bargain for a lower price but the man with a pony didn't move one bit, so they agreed to speak again after checking with mister Jones, if he'd be willing to pay such a price. "One million? To hell with it, it is my daughter, right?" Jones winked, but Hans couldn't see it through a telephone.
Three days later narwhal was already skinned and cleaned to the bones, when mister Jones and a man shook hands over the million-for-a-pony transaction. "Here we go, doctor Stuka - alive pony! Do your magic. I'll be at home waiting for your call. See you later!"
The boss was playing with his daughter's dolls when the phone rang. "You almost waked my daughter up," he started. There was silence on the other end. "Doctor Stuka?" The AAAARGHHH! was all Jones could get from the other side.
He rushed to the lab. Standing before lab doors, he tries to ease down a bit, but the heart beat just doesn't want to slow down. On the contrary - the beat is progressing, gaining speed. It must be done this instant!
He has trouble opening doors. One of laser blasters in his shaking hands go off, sending ray through the ceiling. The lab room reveals no sight of doctor Hans, but pony is acting very lively. Jumping from one corner to another. Fearing for his life from the effect of laser blast taking place through the concrete just a moment ago. "Easy now," mister Jones shouts uneasily, incompetent for this request. He moves backward to safety of the hallway.
"What are you doing here, mister Jones?" asks Hans at his back unnoticed. "What?" throws Jones caught by surprise. "I thought we had an agreement, that I call you when the birthday project is done."
"But I thought... Wait, you did call me! You were supposed to be dead or at least in serious trouble." Hans takes pistols slowly from Jones, looks around but finds no piece of furniture in the hallway, so he puts them on the ground. "I quit and I'm taking Pumpkin with me." One shock after another didn't make it easier for mister Jones: "But why? What do you mean, Hans?" Scientist makes a friendly gesture by putting his hand on employer's shoulder: "Pumpkin is a bright and beautiful lady unicorn. I won't allow your daughter to destroy it like she did others, I assume. No more, Jones. I am sorry."
Both pair of eyes roll down at lasers between the men and then back up for them to gaze at each other to face the intense moment...
Soon after the incident the birthday came and Pumpkin met a wonderful the dead Jones's daughter. They both shared the feelings of bitterness and loss. But after some time fathers' deaths faded away. Girls became best friends and grew obeese from all the candy life provided.
He has trouble opening doors. One of laser blasters in his shaking hands go off, sending ray through the ceiling. The lab room reveals no sight of doctor Hans, but pony is acting very lively. Jumping from one corner to another. Fearing for his life from the effect of laser blast taking place through the concrete just a moment ago. "Easy now," mister Jones shouts uneasily, incompetent for this request. He moves backward to safety of the hallway.
"What are you doing here, mister Jones?" asks Hans at his back unnoticed. "What?" throws Jones caught by surprise. "I thought we had an agreement, that I call you when the birthday project is done."
"But I thought... Wait, you did call me! You were supposed to be dead or at least in serious trouble." Hans takes pistols slowly from Jones, looks around but finds no piece of furniture in the hallway, so he puts them on the ground. "I quit and I'm taking Pumpkin with me." One shock after another didn't make it easier for mister Jones: "But why? What do you mean, Hans?" Scientist makes a friendly gesture by putting his hand on employer's shoulder: "Pumpkin is a bright and beautiful lady unicorn. I won't allow your daughter to destroy it like she did others, I assume. No more, Jones. I am sorry."
Both pair of eyes roll down at lasers between the men and then back up for them to gaze at each other to face the intense moment...
Soon after the incident the birthday came and Pumpkin met a wonderful the dead Jones's daughter. They both shared the feelings of bitterness and loss. But after some time fathers' deaths faded away. Girls became best friends and grew obeese from all the candy life provided.
