Olaf's Theater Troupe Randomness

Chapter 1: Morning Time with Carmelita

Every morning at Olaf's mansion it was Olaf's job of waking up everyone else, and as soon as this was done, the lazy-asses would have to fend for themselves because he would go to his tower, plot, and drink wine. The bald-headed man, the person with no identifiable gender, and the white-faced women were easy to wake up. Fernald, the man with hooks instead of hands, was more of a problem.

"Hooks, get up!" Olaf yelled at the sleeping figure on the couch.

"Ten more minutes, mum…" Fernald mumbled, burying his face in his dark green jacket.

The others chortled a bit at Olaf being called 'mum', but Olaf himself was not amused.

"I am not your mother!" he said sternly, rapping Hooks on the head with the closest thing, which happened to be a boot (which belonged to Hooks himself).

Fernald awoke with a start. "Okay, okay, I'm up! Jeez…" he said grumpily, rubbing his head with the back of his hook.

Olaf just grunted in satisfaction and left. As soon as he was gone, Fernald just lay back down, trying to go back to sleep.

"You're gonna get in trouble," scorned one of the white-faced women, shaking the young man's shoulder.

"Yeah, Hooksie, you better get up!" said the bald man, a wicked grin on his face.

"Why should I?" mumbled Fernald, opening one eye slowly.

"Hmmm….I dunno, this!" said Baldy, grabbing Fernald's legs and yanking him off the couch.

Fernald landed on the floor with a loud THUMP and a groan. He raised his hooks in defeat and got up, mumbling curses at the bald man. They all were on their way to get breakfast of whatever was in the kitchen when there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it," said Fernald sleepily after a second of everyone giving him the 'get-the-flipping-door' glare.

They could all hear Fernald's boots clunking down the hall and the click as the door opened. Then there was a noise that was not expected and much hated.

"Hi Cakesniffer!"

A yell reverberated through the house and there was another THUMP as Fernald hit the floor. Then the sound of heels came down the hall instead of the clunking of boots that the rest of the troupe was expecting and in the doorway appeared Carmelita Spats and Esme Squalor. Inwardly, the group groaned, but outwardly, a word which here means 'so that Carmelita and Esme could see', they smiled. The bald man roughly stood, and picked his way pass the two identically dressed women and got out into the hall.

"Hello, Troupe," said Esme brightly. "You know, I don't think that Hooky is feeling well, he just kind of passed out."

The troupe just nodded as yells came from the hallway. They were easy to hear.

"Hooks, just come on!"

"NO! NEVER! I WON'T GO IN THERE!" came the replied shout. "NO, NO, NO, NO, N-"

Fernald stopped mid-'no' as he was dragged into the kitchen, where everyone was staring.

"Hi," he said with a sheepish grin and a wave of a hook.

He then dashed back out of the room while the bald man wasn't grabbing his arm and started to try to find a hiding place. The bald man was right on his heels, however, and by the time they got back to the kitchen, Esme had gone and left Carmelita, and some instructions, much to the dismay of the troupe.

"We have to do what Carmelita says to do…we gotta fix her the food she wants…and we have to entertain her…"

"Ehhhhhhhhh…" moaned Hooks grumpily, then took a sip of the wine that had been place at the table for breakfast. This rewarded him with some head smacks, like usual. "Oh, yeah, abuse the man with hook hands…harrumph…"

"So…what does she want us to do?" asked Baldy wearily.

"Amuse her. AKA, act like idiots when she says to."

"Pleasant…"

"Ah-yup," mumbled Hooks.

"SHUT UP, HOOKS!"

Hooks took a swig of wine. "Harrumph…"