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Thursday, December 20, 2012

Christmas Square

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Mini–sode: The True Meaning Of Christmas

“What’cha thinkin’ about, Zachary?” Asked James Brown, Future mayor of Legopolis City, as they watched the frozen river flow by.
Dr. Smith sighed. “I think there must be something wrong with me, James. Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy. I don’t feel the way I’m supposed to feel. I just don’t understand Christmas, I guess.”
James nodded, he knew that feeling. “I know It‘s easy to get bogged down in all the commercialism and the crazy things people do this time of year, but you have to remember the true Meaning of christmas.”

“The True Meaning of Christmas?” Dr. Smith asked, he had never heard of christmas having a meaning before. “What is it?”
“Appeasing The Old Gods with a sacrifice so’s time keeps working and spring comes. Now, come on, lets go and get some hot cocoas and watch them light up the tree in the town square.”

James took his regular–sized friend by the shoulder and led him toward the lights.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

CWA Mini–Sode: An Early Hallowe’en Costume

Dr. Smith fished a piece of machined steel out of his pants pocket, eyeballing it above the thing he was working on. He shook his head and set it down on the table, it wasn’t going to fit.
Bip
Boop
Bonk

“Sir?”
“Yes, Jeeves?”

Dr. Smith picked the thing up and squinted at it; a solution presented itself.
“How do you like my hallowe’en costume?”

Dr. Smith smiled. “I see what you did there.”

Saturday, March 10, 2012

STOP. PARTY TIME.

Friday, February 24, 2012

CWA Mini–Sode: Dr. Smith Trolls the RSS

“What’cha typing, Zachary?” Asked Capt. Brown, whose patience had finally been worn down by Dr. Smith’s endless typing, the noise from which rung throughout the house.
“I’m writing a monograph for the RSS ¹ on an aphid that feeds solely on the leaves of the rosa gallincanae and is only found in some parts of romania.” ²
“Is it an important bug?” Asked Capt. Brown,
“No.” Replied Dr. Smith. “But those cretins at the Royal Scientific Society won’t find that out until they’ve waded through over 600 pages of contradicting facts that nevertheless are completely true, philosophical conundrums where both outcomes are possible and valid and aggravatingly complete descriptions of things which bear no significance to anything, but sound like they do, written completely in obtuse terms and language that hasn’t meant what I’m saying for over a hundred years.”
“Geez,” Cap’t Brown Replied “What did they Do to you?”
“The denied my application. Again.”
“Okay, I’m getting you out of the house.”
“Yeah, maybe that’a good idea.” Admitted Dr. Smith. He got up to go get his coat and hat.
Capt. Brown hung behind for a moment, possesed by curiosity. He unwrapped the paper from the typewriter and started to read it.
He saw that it was page 422,³ but a paragraph later he dropped it like it was on fire due to the throbbing pain in his temples and the overwhelming existential despair which consumed him.

¹ Royal Scientific Society

² Colloquially known as the Gypsy Rose Leaf bug.

³ Err 422

Tuesday, December 06, 2011

CWA Mini-Sode: Worth it.

“It was definitely worth dragging all this stuff out here into the park, I think.” Capt. Brown said, Dr. Smith raised his glass in agreement.

CWA Mini–sode: Law Stand

“I would like some law, please.”

CWA Mini–sode: Merry Christmas Card Photos

~ Merry Christmas From Dr. Smith and Capt. Brown! ~

Capt. Brown tried to hold as still as possible as the timer counted down.

Tick tick tick…

“Why are you wearing that ridiculous hat, Zachary?” He finally asked.
“It’s my party hat,” Dr. Smith replied, “Now hold still, it should be going off any minute now.”

Tick tick tick…

Dr. Smith couldn’t stand it any longer. “Why are you wearing that ridiculous shirt, James?”

Tick tick tick…

“It’s my party shirt.”

FLASH

Friday, December 02, 2011

CWA Mini–sode: Do Not open Till Xmas

“I HAVE AN AX NOW!” Capt. Brown yelled gleefully as he ran though the snow, waving the sharp ax wildly.

“Should I have waited until christmas to give you your present?” Dr. Smith wondered.

Capt. Brown couldn’t hear him over his own glee.

Thursday, December 01, 2011

CWA Mini–sode: Lumberjack

Capt. Brown was pleased with himself, he had carried this tree all the way back.

One–handed.

“Look, Zachary!” He said, grinning, “I got us a christmas tree!”

Dr. Smith looked at it. “They didn’t have a bigger one?” He said, smiling slightly.

Capt. Brown was momentarially confused, “I couldn’t have lifted a bigger one—Oh, you’re joking. ’They’ didn’t have anything to do with it, anyway. I chopped this one down.”

Dr. Smith examined it, it seemed to be your standard pine, very christmassy, ideal. Then he noticed Capt. Brown’s shirt.

“Where did you get that shirt, James?”

“It was first prize. I won it. It’s 100% Wool Tartan.”

“It’s certainly bright. What was the contest?”

“Carving Woodland Animals out of Tree–Trunks with Chainsaws. I made the cutest moose you’ve ever seen.”

“Let’s see it then.”

Capt. Brown fished a snapshot out of his pocket. “See?” He said, “It’s almost impossible to make legs if you don’t know the trick, no one else knew the trick. Detail work, that’s what sells these things.”

Dr. Smith examined the snapshot, it had been taken with an instant camera. The carving was in fact pretty cute. It was a little statue, carved of wood. He wondered how Capt. brown had made it with only a chainsaw, that seemed impossible. “Very skillful, James.” He said “I’m honestly impressed. But where is it?”

“They sold it.” Capt. Brown replied, “It was all for charity.” He added, in response to Dr. Smith’s questioning stare.

“What was the charity?”

“It was a good charity, I thought they were doing some really great work.”

“What was it?”

Capt. Brown seemed a little sheepish. “Razors for Woodsmen.” He said.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

CWA Mini–sode: Automotive Repair

Dr. Smith watched the legs protruding from under his Jaguar.

“What’re you doing, James?” He asked eventually.

“Fixin’ the Jag” Came the muffled voice of Capt. James Brown, Mayor of the Grand City of Legopolis.

“James…” Dr. Smith said Carefully, “It wasn’t broken.”

“It was making a funny noise.”

“What makes you think you can fix a car, James?”

“Zachary, I run a country. I think I can fix a car.”

“But those things aren’t even remotely similar–”

Dr. Smith had a terrible thought.

“James… Was the noise sort of like…Putt putt putt putt putt putt ROAR! Purrrrrrrrrr…?”

“Yes! Exactly like that. But I think I found the problem—”

“That’s… That’s the noise it’s supposed to make.”

Mini–sodes are not part of the main story, they are side stories, which may have happened at any time, or no time at all.

CWA Mini–sode: Jeeves’ Day Off

“Jeeves—” Dr. Smith started,
“No.” Replied Jeeves. “Today, Sir, is Sunday.”
“Is that what day it is? I wondered.”
“Yes, Sir. And Sunday is my Day Off.”
“Wait, you get a day off?”
“I do.”
“But you’re a robot. What could you possibly do on your day off?”
“Interestingly, Sir, According to Page Six of ‘The Gentleman’s Gentleman’s Handbook’ [1856, Göedfreid, Niköløus, and Frank] Quote: ‘Hay Gentleman’s Gentleman need knot disclos the activitys of Hys Daye Of Reste to his Gentleman’s Gentleman’s Gentleman. Hys Daye Of Reste Is Hys Owne Tyme. ”
“You used the word gentleman five times in that sentence.”
“Proper Sentence Structure was not observed in 1856. Nor Standardised Spelling, although they almost universally enjoyed the letter Y.”
“They did. Alright, I guess. Go enjoy your mysterious Day Off.”
Jeeves turned to go.
“WAIT!” Dr. Smith called out, in a panic.
“Yes, Sir?” Jeeves replied.
“How will I feed myself?”
“That is a good question, Sir. I wish you luck, Good Day.”

Mini–sodes are not part of the main story, they are side stories, which may have happened at any time, or no time at all.