So we had a very nice time visiting Cat Crap and the gang for a WHOLE WEEK. For posterior's sake, I will convey the basic punchline of Rufus activity here:
Our scene opens as Boudreaux is behind the curtain, getting into position, breaking a leg, checking his grease-paint beard, and preparing for his off-off-off-off-off-off-off-off-off Broadway debut as the "Short-Person-in-a-Yellow-Tshirt-and-the-Pointlessly-Purcachased-One-Dollar-Girls'-Overalls-Found-at-the-Local-Goodwill", aka the Depressed Dwarf.
Highly ironic behind-the-scenes fact that is highly amusing to our audience but completely un-bee-now-n-st to our primary actors: one of those damn karma culminations is about to erupt in the west-texas-theater-that-has-the-best-damn-accoustics-I-ever-done-heard.
Back flash, in the truest Homeric style...to earlier that week...the four-year-old announces to his dear Auntie with no provocation...
Rufus: "Aunt Choc, My Momma is mean...she's just plain mean."
Cat-Crap-Who-is-Known-by-Many-Names: "Doesn't your Mom do a lot of nice things for you?"
R: "Sometimes, but usually, she's just plain mean."
Transition to earlier that day...with that blurry effect like on Wayne's World (which, by the way, ruined it for me: I cannot stand Kee-an-u Reeves...he is Ted or Bill or whoever with the dumbass Cali-for-neye-uh accent):
R: "Aunt Choc, my Dad is just plain useless."
Cat Crap: "What do you mean?"
R: "Well, he doesn't do anything. He's just useless. Come to think of it, my whole family is useless."
Fade back to real time: The lovely remi-nis-ence is over and here we return back to the theater, with Boudreaux waiting on curtain call, and Fatty reacting, having just been fully informed as to what various mean and useless conversations have been taking place. Fatty cannot help herself. It is embedded in her blood and very being...
Fatty whispers to Rufus: "So, I hear that you say I'm useless and mean."
R: "Yep."
F (still whispering): "I'll show you mean and useless."
R (displays in-quiz-ee-tiv look)
F (whispers): "What are you going to do when I stop washing your underwear?"
R (In a thunderous voice, like the tolling of the bells in that book about the fish with the idiot man, the lion, and the nurse, and loud enough to hear on the back row):
"I WILL FART IN YOUR PANTIES."
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Yep, these poor old West Texas cowboys are still shakin' their heads over the tow headed monster who screams obscenities during summer drama productions. Why, just today, our local edition of "Tomorrow's News Today" began a series on "Controlling Your Children in Public". Little do they know that SOME families are so in-bread that none of use can control ourselves, not to mention each other. I say, "You Go Jack Boy" for taking a creative response to malicious threats from your mother. When the going gets tough, just throw all your damn underwear away - I'd rather hear your daily ruminations and see your shiney white hiney than have your mother enforce an oral lockdown for the sake of clean tidy whities.
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