-Chapter Five-
The Stage is Set
’Hello sir, what can I get for you?’
’Oh, just gimme everything.’ yawned OldBean.
He was at the OldBean FBI again. He filled himself up a lot in the next few minutes.
’Now that was remarkable…and no, I am not paying! Forgot who I am?’
As he was about to fly off back home, the lady at the counter said, ‘mail for you’.
’Eh? About the OldBean Show?’
’Yes actually.’
’Ooh, what does it say!?’
’It says you can either do a Talk Show, or a Sitcom.’
OldBean sighed.
’I say Old Bean, I already told them I wanted a sitcom!’
’They say you can do both…’ she said frowning.
’How am I supposed to do-‘
’I don’t know, do I?’
’And this letter came from the folks that wanted me to make the first episode as soon as I registered.’ OldBean rolled his eyes.
’Tell them I want a sitcom! Sitcom! Sitcom! SITCOM! Geez, if I did a talk show, nobody would even send me questions to answer!’
’Uh, um, okay?’ she said back, raising her eyebrow.
A day later, OldBean had already finished his first episode of his show. It was nothing special and it was pretty bad in his opinion, but he had to do something about introducing himself. Either way, his development on the second didn’t go very well. He was to look like an idiot. He was to swallow bird poop, cry like a baby, and criticize as many people as possible in the progress.
’Bean, it’s not as bad as the entire burger shop getting demolished, get over it.’ said Gabran. They were in the studio.
’No I CAN’T get over it!’ he burst out. ‘What are we gonna do with the props!?’
‘Speaking of props, you surely did realize that the poop would be fake?’
’It’ll still be enough to stop me, murder me, leave me on the floor and make me throw up!’
Gabran shook his head.
’How the hell do you think people do this stuff on television?’
’Props!’
’Exactly! This stuff is all fake!’
’Doesn’t stop it from smelling.’
Boda, who was on the other side of the room, teleported over in front of OldBean.
’You can cancel the show or either continue.’
’Continue.’ was his instant answer.
’Continue then.’ shrugged Boda.
’Can’t you drop a toffee or something at me instead of fake POOP?’
Boda shook his head and started walking away instead of teleporting.
’Well, if you don’t want to, well, we won’t then…’
Bean however sensed the trick.
’Trying to make me feel angry and do it? Pfft. But fine then.’ and he too, shook his head, however, in disgust. He looked around.
’Where is the milky way bar?’ asked Bean.
’Fake poop.’ corrected Gabran.
’Whatever it is!’
Marshal just walked through the door, grinning pathetically. Although, it looked mischievous. It was as if he was planning something.
’Here’s your food Boda, Moo cow.’
He handed over to Boda an ordinary apple. Boda stared at it, surprised.
’Uh…thanks?’
’And speaking of chocolate,’ said Marshal, taking out some. Bean wondered where he heard about the chocolate for a start, ‘I’ve got some for you Gabran!’
Gabran, obviously surprised, took it and swallowed it in an instant.
There was a long silence. Bean was curious at to what happened. Marshal seemed to be on the verge of laughing.
’Very funny tasting milky way.’ he thought, chewing.
’Yes, very funny tasting indeed.’ Marshal said, nodding his head.
’What flavour is it? Doesn’t feel like a milky way.’ asked Gabran.
’Well, the problem is, coward, is that, well, that isn’t a milky way.’
Gabran widened his eyes in shock. Bean however, seemed to look happy.
’It’s fake bird poop. Got it from the local joke store. They seemed very happy to get rid of it, mind you.’
Gabran ran for it to, well, somewhere. Most presumably the toilet. The problem was that he took a wrong turn and went to the women’s bathroom. Even worse, the human women’s bathroom. OldBean listened for any screams. There was none. Instead, a sounds of vomiting was heard…and then accompanied by screams. And then accompanied by louder screams. Which were also then accompanied with women running out of the toilet. Which was also then accompanied with a sick looking Gabran walking out of there.
’Bad turn of events, huh Gabby?’ laughed OldBean. He turned to Marshal. ‘I should use that trick sometime, my idea of a good April Fools joke!’
’April Fools, what happened to ‘Bean Fools’?’ he asked.
’It sounded ironic.’ he shrugged back.
Kristi came rushing through the door at ran straight at Marshal and stopped right in front of him. Marshal didn’t look so happy.
’You! You’re supposed to be on duty!’
Bean and the others were evidently confused.
’Er…what is going-‘ Bean started, but Kristi flared up again.
’I told you! And you also had to lay out fake arrows in the resistance base too!’
Bean suddenly understood. Apparently Marshal had been up to mischief, not only in the studio, but in his own workplace.
’Well I am so sorry! If you looked at the timetable, it said this was my first day off!’
’First day off from cleaning duty, you mean.’ she replied.
’I could use with some cleaning.’ said Gabran, shaking his head. Bean turned around, trying not to stare at Gabran. He did not want to risk throwing up the same way Gabran had.
’Why the hell are you here anyway, I thought you saw Zero again?’
Now OldBean understood why she suddenly disappeared from the scene at Delica Burgers. That red dash had been Zero.
’He was too fast. As usual. Now,’ she took out her blade. Boda jumped back in fright and interest. They never knew she had a blade.
’Are you gonna get back to work or what?’
Marshal laughed and took out his own sword. It was at that point he remembered that he didn’t bring it with him.
’Oh snaps.’ he whispered.
Bean, although not seeing it, pictured it carefully enough to burst out laughing.
’Okay, I shall get back to…’work’.’ Marshall said, and he walked off….looking all the same, a bit mischievous. He patted Kristi on the shoulder, although it seemed a bit hard. From what Boda saw, it seemed like he attached something onto her. Marshal walked out. Boda however continued to stare at that little blinking device on her shoulder.
’Uh, shoulder pads. Look.’ he said pointing.
She stared at it alarmed.
’Oh crap.’
’Shame on you fools, I can fly. You just stand there and die!’ and Bean flew out of the nearest window.
’You forgot I could teleport!’ Boda yelled, and he teleported off to Delica Burgers. The one that wasn’t demolished, anyway.
As OldBean flew to the front entrance of the building again, he heard some yelling. Followed by an explosion, although not quite a large one. He turned his head around, though still flying. It seemed Marshal got hit, rather than Kristi.
’I told you not to put bird stuff in his food!’
’Sorry! Geez!’
Bean turned his head back around and continued flying towards the entrance. When he landed, he saw some workmen carrying into the building a large piano.
’Get to work chumps, get to work, get that piano into the Bean section! NOW!’
They didn’t seem so pleased as such.
’I can’t believe we’re being bossed around by an owl…’
’I HEARD THAT!’ said OldBean, glaring at the person in the red cap. ‘Fool! Owlist!’
’I am not a owlis-‘
’Just…get that thing into the building…’said Bean, shaking his head.
As the workmen carried it into the building, the other one said, ‘Geez, this could be the end of the world…’
’Two thousand and twelve has already passed! GET MOVING!’
He then remembered that it was New Years. He did indeed watch the countdown to 3008, but he never partied. He instantly flew to his house.
’Party, party, food, oh yeah!’
Once he got in front of the front door and opened it, he saw that Alfred was inside.
’Why hello Bean.’ he said staring.
’Hello my good friend!’ said back Bean.
’I hear that you are already doing a good job as mayor…again. I also hear you started your TV show and have also done a massive order for Riniterium Armour for the FBI…’
’The OldBean FBI, you mean!’ corrected Bean happily.
’It hardly operates like one…it is more like, ah, a place for people wanting to do quests and missions like a video game…’
’And you did your mayor work like a monkey. For crying out loud, you thought that Tokyo was called Tango! You thought Mexico was Delexica! And watch out for this one Gondour, you thought that China was Chimpina! What the heck is wrong with you?!’
’People make mistakes, Bean, get over it.’
’For crying out loud, it was already officially confirmed that China was called China! It was already confirmed Mexico is Mexico. It was already confirmed that Tokyo was not a place for people to tango as well! And surely,’ said Bean, staring back at Alfred, ‘surely it isn’t normal for the Mayor himself, to find out mysteries such as the name of cities from two thousand?’
Alfred had lost his battle. He couldn’t come up with a counter attack.
’Now I think about it, why do they call a ruler of a entire state a mayor? Weird but, meh. As time goes, things change. Anyway, get off my property!’
’Geez, well, sorry…’
There he partied with everyone. Including Jim. He was of course, an idiot. Jim would frequently claim that invented the first airship. The fact was that he was the first person to build an airship that went down within the next ten seconds. The rest of the day was rather enjoyable. A few weeks later, OldBean had already finished two episodes, and was working on the third. However, OldBean thought that he could cope with it all. He decided to release it early, the first two episodes. Dennis didn’t think this was such a good idea, as the episodes wouldn’t come out on the scheduled time, such as ‘Tuesday, 2:10pm’ or ‘Friday, 8:30am’. But Bean changed the time to ’12:00pm’ itself. He believed in himself that he could work well enough to do things without a problem. Everyone else disagreed on this. He was working hard as mayor, as the owner of the OldBean FBI, and this. But that didn’t stop Bean. He would work hard, and would do well enough. If he failed, he could always start again. Once again of course, the others disagreed. They didn’t think that this whole operation would go well. But for Bean, it was going to be great.
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