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[Anaesthesia]

Episode 1-"Flytrap Circus Follies"

At the group's headquaters there is a persistant and loud knock at the door.

[Webhead]

Perturbed by the distraction from his rather delightful cup of 3 o'clock Earl Grey, Reginald slowly and delicately dabs the corners of his mouth with a silk napkin and rises to attend to the incessant pounding at the front door.

"Dear me! I certainly wasn't expecting company! *Ahem*" Stopping for a moment in front of the door to straighten his bow-tie and remove his top hat, Reginald stoops over in a half-bow and opens the door.

"May I help you?"...

[Etarnon]

Thuper Thnake is stretched out in a nearby corner, soundly asleep.

Wearing a sleeping blinder, atop a 2 feet long, yet 2 inch wide bed, complete with headboard that has a Giant "S" upon it. His whole body is cozied up in a long, polka-dotted ACME stocking cap, specially made for lengthy snakes.

He's SNORING so loud that the windows above him rattle, and shake, and a glass of water on a nearby miniature nightstand ripples and shoots little drops of water to the sides. A miniature windup alarm clock nearby shows the time, 3 o'clock. Nearby, a buzzing fly zooms around, and a cracked spot in the wall, near the floor, could that be a mouse hole?

[Anaesthesia]

Reginald make a see/hear/smell roll.

Thuper, the alarm clock starts ringing loudly, eventually jumping off the night stand to your bed.

[Webhead]

Reginald attempts to See/Hear/Smell for his unexpected visitor...

* See/Hear/Smell *

[Anaesthesia]

Reginald, you see a rather short human (so short, you almost didn't see him) with a large top hat and a large whip staring up at you. "You, are you interested in fame, forturne?"

[Webhead]

With an ear-to-ear grin slapped across his face, Reginald shakes the little man's hand vigorously, lifting him off the ground as he does.

"Ha HA! You must be with the review board for the Institute for the Performing Arts! If you're here for my audition, please allow me to begin!" With that, Reginald zips away in a puff of smoke and just as quickly returns with a phonograph. He sets the needle and the sounds of an orchestra exercising its notes fill the air. Reginald grabs the end of the man's whip and straightens it out into an oversized conductor's baton and clears his throat. He then, in step with the music, begins belting out in his most steady and robust opera voice that rumbles through house, rattling dishes in the cabinets and provoking the howls from several stray dogs in the street outside.

"Ah, bravo Figaro!
Bravo, bravissimo!
Fortunatissimo per verità!
Pronto a far tutto,
la notte e il giorno
sempre d'intorno in giro sta.
Miglior cuccagna per un barbiere,
vita più nobile, no, non si da..."

[Anaesthesia]

As you swing the whip as an impromtu baton, you don't realize until you set the whip down that the man was still attached to it. He straightens himself out, and looks at the snake behind you. "What about him?"

[Etarnon]

A stupefied, Thuper opens a bleary, red-rimmed single eye, and closes it, and resumes snoring.

In a moment, his tail comes around, and from the sleeping sock, Thuper whips out a sign:

"Let Sleeping snakes Lie"

And a second later, new sign:

"OR ELSE!"

[Webhead]

"Forgive him," Reginald says softly to the little man with the big whip, "...late riser". Tip-toeing over to Thuper's bedside, Reginald draws an impossibly large brass bell and mallet out of his back pocket. He shushes the little fellow with one finger to his lips and slowly envelopes the lazy snake's head inside of it. Then, with a one...a two...and a three...GOONNNNNGGGG!!! Reginald strikes the bell!

[Etarnon]

Thuper is lifted off the bed, and does a wavy, echoing shimmery move around the room, carried by the reverberating sound waves from the bell.

Eventually the noises fade. With a slow, undulating motion, Thuper crosses the room, stopping at a large RED BUTTON, with a large placard:

"Press In Case of Noisy Walrus"

[Anaesthesia]

The little man speaks, "If both of just sign this paper here, I can escort you to, um, the show."

He whips out a large paper, with the heading in large type saying "Contract," and the rest is in written in increasingly smaller type as it goes down the page. At the bottom, the man points to 2 X's for both of you to sign and holds a large purple quill in his other hand. (Both of you may roll for Read)

[Webhead]

Monocle in place, Reginald combs over the contract's fine print before signing it...

* Read *

[Etarnon]

Thuper looks at the button, and slithers over. With a flourish he dips his tail in the ink and signs "S. S."

[Anaesthesia]

Reginald, you realise the contract says that you will be performing, indefinately, FOREVER, for the Flytrap Circus. The little man before you points outside and says, "I have my circus train, um, vehicle ready to go to the show."