“Booring!” Winston just entered the room to see the visor still working. Wasn’t the first time he forgot to turn it off. Sometimes he just sat in fromt of it all night to watch the puppies. But what was given on screen now just didn’t bother him.
Work’s done for today and he’s up to enjoy another relaxed evening. “Today it’s Entertainment night. Better than ever before!” Actually it was the fourth day in a row, but he didn’t care. He never cared.
The bell rang, no, it wasn’t the door, but the pizza that was ready hydrated. The cola can was set to cold and the living-room was dark and Winston switched the Visor on again and said “Enlarge Visor” so the screen doubled its size. Now he was prepared for a long night of laughter and pain.
Jim was about to carry the carrots in the kitchen, when suddenly the cookies jar fell off the highest shelf. Terrified by this he jumped forward and under the table. He knows it too well. Such things never come alone and who knows what’s happening next. The cooking book, the knife or the fridge?
A minute passes without anything happening, when he slowly crouls out of his secure place to finally wash his carrots. Sometimes this face was green in fear of this incidents.
“Gosh, that’s been way more funny the last time. Now he keeps sitting there for minutes, doing nothing. Brave little boy, oh forgot him! Let’s see what’s up in the living-room.”
Meg and Kel were sitting there. Nervously searching the room with their eyes for anything suspicious. They only hear the clock ticking.
“Oh my dog, they must be really bored … hehe. Guess I should help hem.” Winston entered some commands in the interface of his remote and satisfied by his idea he sits back and enjoys the show.
Still nothing happened. Everything quiet, when suddenly the TW switches on in front of them. The black image disappears and reveals the face of a mafia man.
“Take this last chance or live with the consequences … but not verly long.” He pulls a gun and points on the spectators. His arm even seems to reach out of the tele. “Wow, it looks so real! Freaky!” said Kel. Meg tries to hide behind her pillow.
“Come on!” shouts the mafia before giving a warning shot hitting the cheap picture on the wall.
“Hey! That was a Rembrandt!” Both couch patatoes jump behind the couch. While the mafia keeps shooting, the couple is taking their arms and preparing to fight back. Kell with a rifle, Meg with a revolver against a mafia from the tele.
“It’s like shooting blanks.” The bullets go right through it, but Meg manages to his the panel on the tele by accident and to switch the channel.
The mafia was gone and now Erni and Bert were the only ones climbing of the screen.
“Kel? How was that possible?”
“Well, they said they’d improve the programm, but apart from the effects it was a crappy movie.”
“Kel! We could have been killed!”
“Oh dear! Don’t panic. I’m sure there’s somewhere someone out watching and protecting us against any harm and fear.”
Winston couldn’t hold his laughter.
“Oh man! Great speech. Wuhu, hear the master and clean the floor! Haha”
They were still hugging each other, still trying to calm down, with their eyes closed. A low cracking sound makes them open their eyes again, right to the aquarium glas. All water dropping out searching its way on the floor, slowly reaching the electricity box. A small flash later, the room is dark.
“Damn it! This jerks, can’t even keep their plugs dry. Argh”
The black screen was one thing Winston hated every time. What was he supposed to do now?
He’s fed up for today, sends a last curse, throuws the remote and his cola away. He leaves the room thinking about what to do tomorrow.
“Why not let the undead grandpa resurrect again?”
His mood couldn’t be worse and his thoughts more cynical.
For dog’s sake, even the pizza got cold.
