Asleep And Places Like It Ken Raabe

Narrator: And so it happened, several days later, that Aunt Panorama took a seat across from two worldly-looking gentlemen.
Worldly Gentleman: Yeah, this "ant circus" idea of yours sounds . . .yes, interesting. But, when can we expect to see this . . .heh, heh . . . Ant-O-Rama?
Aunt Panorama: No time like the present, eh, gentlemen?
Narrator: She whistled sharply. Immediately, there was a buzzing, sizzling sound that seemed to come from under the baseboards and, without further ceremony, the room began to fill up with ants, all carrying little bundles. One of the gentlemen gave a yell and tore all the buttons off his suit, climbing on top of his desk. But in five minutes . . they were convinced.
Different Worldly Gentleman: But . . .how is this possible?
Aunt Panorama: Oh, I give them an idea or two and they take it from there!
Narrator: And did they ever! Why, there were thousands of carpenter ants putting up little canvas bigtops! Ant aerialists, ant tumblers, ant clowns with tiny red noses, ant tight-rope walkers! Ant jugglers, juggling ten crumbs at once using two pair of arms! Ferocious Ant Lions! Fat Ants! Rubber Ants! Bright Red Fire Ants swallowing fire!
Worldly Gentleman: That's amazing! Sign here, here, here, here, and here!!
Narrator: And it wasn't long before "Aunt Panorama's Ant-O-Rama" was a household name and, as she had foreseen, their efforts were rewarded with a mountain of gold coins. They were on all the talk shows:
Shrieking Announcer: It's time for "Morning Overload"! With your host, Dick Riculous!
Dick: Folks, say hello to the one and only Aunt Panorama! . . . I can't tell you what a thrill it is to have you and all your little friends on the show with us today!
Aunt Panorama: Thank you, Dick!
Dick: I couldn't help noticing there, that you were borne in by a huge swarm of ants! Do they carry you everywhere you go, lying down like that?
Aunt Panorama: Goodness no, Dick . . . certainly not!
Dick: Well, they must by very devoted to you! Let's talk about some of your more recent extravaganzas . . . casts of hundreds of thousands of players! How about your reconstructions of historical events . . .coronations . . .sieges . . . the . . the Siege of Stalingrad in a frozen food locker! Remarkable!"
Aunt Panorama: Thank you!"
Dick: And the naval battles! And floods! And what about your Metropolitan Earthquake Series?! Incredible! All those little ants, fleeing for their little lives, clutching tiny bundles, wearing little life preservers! And that remarkably expressive make-up! Why, it must take a very steady hand and an eentsy-beentsy brush! And how long did it take them to learn to walk on their hind legs like that?"
Aunt Panorama: Well, Gordon . . . making up a million ants for one of those wartime romance and aerial bombing of the kind that are so popular these days, you know, well, let's see . . the whole city is constructed out of leaf-mould, twigs, cellophane, scraps of aluminum foil . . . Whole thing takes about a day.
Dick: Whuh! One day!? You mean . . . one day? You can’t be serious!
Aunt Panorama: Yes, of course! I know my ant friends to be enormously resourceful little devils and dear pals, as well as being a fine means of locomotion. They quickly learned to apply their own make-up and build their own sets!
Dick: What? You mean everything? The Taj Mahal?
Aunt Panorama: Yes, certainly!
Dick: Yankee Stadium in your version of "Pride of the Yankees: The Lou Gehrig Story?"
Aunt Panorama: Of course! And today we're working on a reconstruction of VE Day on Manhattan Island at the end of World War Two! Real happy stuff! Not so much like some of these catastrophes my sponsors and producers keep insisting! on! They say that nowadays nobody will settle for anything less that the Irish Potato Famine or the Titanic going down or something!
Dick: Well, be that as it may, Aunt P., (continued)

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“But listen up oh Vegetation! We are all the same tissue, we are the same moisture, the same peelings! Listen and assimilate, Mulchy Stuff! Hear us Old Roots and give us a strong current! Think of the sweet and pleasant gases we have given this wretch, who comes today to shear off our heads! Who seals up our pores and shellacs us over with his own foul gases - grotesque, oily structures . . . gases filled with choking lumps of wax that make the broad leaves wither and turn gray and black at the frost time, rather than brightening into fine vegetable red and vegetable gold! Think of the Poisonous Shriveler! His Wheeled Growlers and Smokers! Do you think he may someday feel his kinship with us? Is that what your expectation is? You imagine some Saturday will find him rushing out here to throw himself outstretched upon the lawn he calls his own, to cry . . . 'Friend! We are moisture together! Let me breathe my carbon dioxide on you!' Is that what you think!?"
In the garage, Nostrils' mower roared into its version of life and the two of them prepared to clip the backyard."

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Here he is, folks . . . your opportunity to experience, first hand, the wonder of the new Age of Electricity! Yes! That ethereal fluid that flows through the earth like a great dragon! Step right up, folks, and grasp the lightning from the sky . . . if you dare try! Feel that primeval power for yourselves! Produced for you upon this stage by means of a harmonious blending of beauty and efficiency. . . a gracefully woven sphere of gleaming copper wire which we set to spin inside a perfectly circular ring of magnets! Touch the lightning from the sky! If you dare try! Step up,step up and take him by ythe hand. . . if you can! Who'll be next? Who'll be next? Only costs a nickle! These elemental bolts will make your hair stand on end! your eyes will bug out, your body will tremble violently all over! It's wonderful!! So . . . who'll be next? Hi, there, young man! Only costs a nickle! Thanks, son! Now . . . all you have to do is . . .step up to Edward here . . walk up to him, that's right! Now, grasp him firmly by the hand and say, “Hello, Edward!” while I pull this switch! Ready? Here we go!

(SFX Voice: “Hello, Edwa . . .” cut off by a loud crackling burst of humming electricity)
There were a few seconds of electrical humming and crackling, an eerie blue light of jumping sparks, and the strong tang of ozone.

(SFX wind rising and falling for several seconds - a rainstorm begins)
Narrator (begins slowly in a soft, deep voice): Far above a dark river, at the top of a towering cathedral wall, sits a stone sculpture of something. It might be a winged ape resting its chin in its hands. The gears of the sun run the course of the seasons over and over; rain and hard weather come and go. Year after year the ape’s expression softens.
(SFX Rainstorm fades slowly during following lines)
On a warm June night, a storm rages over the ancient city. The howling wind whips hard rain against the ape’s eyes. . . and from behind those eyes, a thickly insulated germ of awareness listens, straining to hear the murmuring of unknown clockworks in the sub-foundation, in a hidden chamber. Old gears are coming around at last to the end of another cycle. . . only one unpolished tooth away from completing an ancient round. Then the final cog on the smallest wheel clicks into place . . . and a little hammer comes down sharply upon a tarnished silver bell. The clear tone is carried op the great stone wall . . . .
(SFX Silvery bell tone)
. . . to the waiting figure, hunched over a drain, to the little murmur in the center of the gargoyle’s head.
There is a crackling, crunching sound. . . and a little grinding noise.
(SFX Rock surfaces grinding together)
The head. . . wasn’t it. . . looking straight out. . . just a moment ago?

I had never seen Holmes like this! We had been called in to investigate the disappearance of the great Frothingbroth Collection of jewels from the safe in Lady Frothingbroth's boudoir. We had already made several startling and bizarre discoveries when, suddenly, we heard Sir AnthonyFrothingbroth's desperate cry for help from behind the locked door to his study. Again and again we hurled ourselves against the massive oak door, vainly trying to burst the lock, until Holmes's sharp eye noticed a key protruding from the keyhole.
“Hello!” said Holmes, turning the key, “Quickly, Watson, we have no time to lose!”