Tuesday, February 8, 2011

A Silly Story Follows

Ha! What did I tell you? Taking down my Christmas tree really did help! Not only do I have something to post this week, but  for the next few weeks as well.

Now, you all should know by now that I am a little off my rocker and that my inspirations are, well, let's say colorful. So, it shouldn't really come as a surprise to you when I say that, for reasons known not even to me, I have built a whole world and story line around my families pets.

I'll let you finish laughing... Done? Ok. It's weird, I know. But I dare you to stand there and tell me you haven't had a pet that was way too human in it's personality. I just happen to have an abundance of pets with neurosis, nervous ticks, and ebullient sweetness to build an entire storyline. And when your pets have names as odd as mine do, well, that just begs to be turned into a 50s crime syndicate.

I'll have a different pet-cum-character each week, and it will all tie together into a big happy mob family in the end (I hope).

May I present Part One: Inappropriate Footwear

Mickey was sure that it was a mistake. It had to be. How else did a good boy like him get mixed up with individuals of an unsavory business nature? No, it had to be a mistake, a horrible accident. The only question was which mistake? He had, admittedly, made quite a few recently.

The more he thought about it, though, the more Mickey was convinced that it was his wardrobe that had gotten him mixed up with a notorious crime syndicate. More precisely, it was his choice in shoes that had caused all the trouble.

Here’s the thing about Mickey; he’s a big guy and, honestly, he’s somewhat intimidating. If he was walking down the sidewalk, and someone else was coming towards him, they’d find their way to the other side of the street, just to be safe. Perhaps adding to his daunting impression was his good looks. Mickey wasn’t just handsome, he had a face that would have made Michelangelo weep.

Despite all this, Mickey was a good boy. He followed all the rules, he was always on time for dinner, and he told his mother he loved her every day. The fact that it was his mother’s doing that ultimately resulted in his unsettling alliance with the frightful Rudy “Doll-face” McGhee, and his infamous gang, did not change his feelings towards her.

The whole thing happened as a result of a police sale, in which Mickey’s mother bought a pair of once fashionable shoes that had belonged to the brother of crime boss Rudy McGhee. That brother, now resting comfortably at the expense of the state, was the proprietor of a popular bar and gambling den called, for reasons known only to Rudy and his brother, Rita’s.

Mickey accepted the shoes from his darling mother, reluctantly, and agreed to wear them on his next date with the nice girl from down the street. Initially Mickey had no intention of wearing the black and white eye sores, but found them to be unexpectedly comfortable and surprisingly attractive when worn with a well tailored suit. So it was that Mickey stepped out with his girl, Pearl, and found himself walking through the front door of Rita’s. He wasn’t sure if it was his imposing stature, or his date’s rather generous physique, but Mickey slowly became aware that everyone in the room was very interested in his arrival.

Mickey began to feel a little smug and continued to feel smug right up to the point when a shifty looking fellow grabbed him and demanded that he relinquish his footwear.


  1. hmmmmmmmmmm,look alikes or something more wicked.
    Moskeeto Jack

  2. Ginger Mickey would be a snappy dresser, wouldn't he? What a sweetheart! Hope he doesn't get his spats stolen by Doll Face! Oh noes!

  3. Oh, how delightful! I can't wait for the rest of them. I so love whimsy.