Papa's Big Payoff

[A lone bag rests against the far wall of the storage chamber,
seperated from the various boxes and crates that tower around it.  It
remains motionless, doing nothing at all in the dim light that spills
under the door.]


<silence>

[The door lock rustles for a moment; a voice mutters from the unseen
hall outside the room.  Releasing the latch, a shadowy figure appears
in the doorway; he looks up at the piles of material around him with a
twinkle in his eye.  The form tosses a small length of rope against
the ground, close enough for something in the bag to hear.  The sack
wiggles violently in response to the approachign footsteps.]

Hey!  Who's out there?  Hello?  HELLO?  Who the SMURF is out there?

<step>

Hello?  Smurfing answer me, you smurfing son of a smurfed-out smurf!

<step>

You going to smurfing talk, or are you going to smurfing smurf over
the bag and smurf me silly?   

"I'm not quite ready to deal with you, yet."

<pause>

What the smurf?

"I said ... I'm not quite ready to deal with you ... yet."

[The bag is motionless for a moment, its captive hesitating inside as
he tries to comprehend the situation.]

You're not ready to deal with me yet?  Frenetic?

<chuckle>

"No, not quite."

[The bag erupts in a flurry of bouncing.]

Well then what the smurfing SMURF are you talking about, not smurfing
ready to deal with me?  Frenetic owes me a smurfing bounty for that
blasted smurfing machine I smurfed together!

[The shadowy man stops over the bag, patting it as if to measure it
up.]

"I understand.  You will be dealt with, shortly."

YOU'RE SMURFING RIGHT I WILL!

<pause>

"You prefer I deal with you now?"

Well no smurfing smurf, egghead.

"Very well."

[Hefting the bag over his shoulder, the man turns and steps lightly
toward the exit.  The bag goes silent, then moves as its occupant
looks up toward the top of his jail.]

Say ... what are you going to do with me ... anyway?

"You'll find out, soon enough."

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'LL FIND OUT SMURFING-

"You asked to be dealt with.  You are being dealt with."

QUIT TRYING TO TURN MY SMURFY WORDS AROUND-

<slam>

[The stranger slams the door shut behind him, leaving the room as
quiet and dark as it was before, minus one little bag.]



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