Cloyd and Sis

Cloyd and his Sis are running up a hill, away from their home

Come on, Cloyd! Are you coming or not?

What if Ma finds out?

Ma's DEAD now, Cloyd. If she DOES find out, she cain’t DO nothin.

Sis sits on a tree stump for a rest, far away but still within sight of the house

oh BOY does my toes smart, Cloyd. Let's us sit here a bit. I can still see the house.

We see a Putz, long basset hound chasing after them up the hill

Hey, it’s Putz! Putz is coming, sis!

Well, beckon he BEGONE! We dun need PUTZPRINTS followin us aroun.

Cloyd pets the dog intently

Putz ain’t gonna LISTEN, he’s too DUMB.

Sis stands up again, resolved

We should get goose-steppin’, if we ever want to see the COSMIC KINGDOM!

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Sis and Cloyd walk into a midwestern town

Where ARE we, sis?

It’s BOOSEVILLE, Cloyd! Ain’t you ever take ‘RITHMETIC?

Sis and Cloyd are at the counter of a malt bar

One MALT; ditch, please.

the man behind the counter eyes them suspiciously

You kids lost?

("bug juice fer me", orders a stranger in the background)

Nah, we’s just on the run. Chasin' the BIG BIGNESS, an' all that.

Yer ma know you’re out?

We ain’t GOT not MA. She’s DEFUNCT.

("and the baby", Cloyd reminds her)

She an’ the baby BOTH defunct.

The ANIMA MUNDI done STRUCKETH DEM DOWN!

~

sitting outside, somewhere in town

Sis, you sure is good at upsetting people.

Those folk know they've got it comin'.

How you figure, sis?

BIG MAN done tole' me, Cloyd.

("yuh?", asks Cloyde)

BIG MAN'S a BIG COSMIC MAN, y'know.

I know.

Them fellas just don' wanna HEAR IT.

Sure can't FEEL IT, neither,

THAT'S their PROBLEM!

Why'd ma and baby die, sis?

SYPHILIS, bonehead! Ain't you never take no GEOGRAPHY?

~

a police officer

You kids lost?

I beg your PARDON--

we're FOUND.

by the SUPRAMUNDANE