Plot Generator Stories

Two Generous Uncles Bouncing to the Beat

A Short Story
by Alister Grey

Max William was thinking about Buck Johnson again. Buck was a delightful painter with wobbly eyebrows and charming fingers.

Max walked over to the window and reflected on his dull surroundings. He had always loved urban Exeter with its impossible, iffy igloos. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sleepy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the delightful figure of Buck Johnson.

Max gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a modest, deranged, cocoa drinker with wide eyebrows and beautiful fingers. His friends saw him as an enchanting, elegant elephant. Once, he had even saved an unlawful kitten that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a modest person who had once saved an unlawful kitten that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Buck had in-store today.

The moon shone like talking flamingos, making Max fuzzy. Max grabbed an enchanted sausage that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Max stepped outside and Buck came closer, he could see the gentle glint in his eye.

"Look Max," growled Buck, with a predatory glare that reminded Max of delightful koalas. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Internet access. You owe me 5738 pounds."

Max looked back, even fuzzier and still fingering the enchanted sausage. "Buck, I've got a new job," he replied.

They looked at each other with healthy feelings, like two mute, moaning monkeys walking at a very smart snowstorm, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two generous uncles bouncing to the beat.

Max studied Buck's wobbly eyebrows and charming fingers. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Max. "You will never get your money."

"No!" objected Buck. "You lie!"

"I do not!" retorted Max. "Now get your wobbly eyebrows out of here before I hit you with this enchanted sausage."

Buck looked delighted, his wallet raw like a helpful, hollow hat.

Max could actually hear Buck's wallet shatter into 5738 pieces. Then the delightful painter hurried away into the distance.

Not even a mug of cocoa would calm Max's nerves tonight.

THE END