My Multicolored Cloak

Hey Howdy Hey

"So..... what are we gonna tell Dad?" Jean asked while awkwardly twiddling his thumbs and rocking back and forth on his heels.

The siblings all looked at one another, not having quite thought that through yet. They weren't always the best at making organized, fully thought-through plans. Still, they were usually more prepared than this. 

"Oh no," Benjamin muttered, bringing a hand to his mouth and paling as the realization of what they had all done started to hit him. "Oh no, no, no, no, no, we SOLD Dimentio!"

One of his brothers was actually gone. Forever. The sibling closest to him in age would never come home again. Even if Dimentio liked to disconnect himself from the family, he was still part of the family, and now he was gone!

Benjamin began to panic as Clint grasped his shoulders in an attempt to calm him down.

"Ben-"

"I KNEW this was a bad idea, but I didn't stop it. Oh my gosh, we ACTUALLY did it! Dimmy's gone! Maybe we should buy him back-"

"It's too late now! We're in too deep, there's no turning back," Seymour hissed, crossing his arms. It took a lot of strength not to barge over and slap his baby brother across the face to get him to snap out of it. "Get ahold of yourself. This is what we all wanted. Things will be way better now. Maybe one of us will get a chance to be the favorite."

"But what are we gonna tell Papa?!" Benjamin exclaimed, his eyes glassy and wide. "He'll never forgive us-"

"We'll lie," Clint stated, his voice cool and collected. "Simple solution."

"LIE?!" Benjamin cried, his voice cracking. 

He was not a good liar. 

"Yes. And I've got an idea..." Clint smiled. "Don't worry, you don't have to say anything. Everyone just follow my lead."

Clint started forward as everyone looked back and forth between one another, then followed him around to the back of the house.

. . .

A few moments later, each sibling was wearing cowboy boots and a cowboy hat, aside from Benjamin, who was too small for the cowboy hats Clint had. But Clint wasn't one to leave anyone out of the fun, so he rummaged through his stuff and pulled out a bonnet he had bought for Shyama years ago.

"Here you go, partner," Clint said, placing the bonnet on Benjamin's head. 

The group then made their way out of the house, feeling like a true posse. They walked back around the house, their boots clomping against the ground beneath them.

~ Music Start ~

The siblings all walked behind Clint as the sun began to set, giving the air a flaming orange glow. Clint whistled and slowly approached his father with Benjamin hugging his arm and avoiding everyone's gaze.

Clint: Father, we've something to tell you
A story of our time
A tragic but inspiring tale
Of manhood in its prime
You know you had a dozen kids...
Well now that's... not quite true

But feel no sorrow, do not grieve

All Siblings: He would not want you to

Clint/Benjamin: There's one more angel in heaven/ Ahhh...
There's one more star in the sky/ Ahhh...
Dimentio, we'll never forget you/ Ahhh...
It's tough but we're gonna get by

Clint: There's one less place at our table
There's one more tear in my eye

All Siblings: But Dimentio, the things that you stood for