The Tragedy of a Pinball Wizard

Waking Up

When Mr. Otis awoke, he slowly opened his eyes to see that they were terribly out of focus. As he slowly began to regain consciousness, he tried his best to take in his surroundings.

"Oh man, my head." Mr. Otis groaned. "Where am I?"

Geeves could hear Mr. Otis speaking, so he responded in hopes that Mr. Otis was near enough to hear him. "Master Otis? Are you somewhere around here?"

"Geeves! I can hear you! You sound close!" Mr. Otis called out.

"Indeed! Can you describe your surroundings? I am back up against a warm, soaking wet wall!" Geeves called back.

"It looks like I'm in a back room of some sort. Like a storage closet or a pantry. I'm back up against a dry, clothlike wall. Wait, what's going on? The wall is moving!" Mr. Otis exclaimed.

"The wall is moving?!" Geeves was unsettled by what Mr. Otis told him which only caused him to squirm in discomfort even more than he had been before.

"It's moving even more now!" Mr. Otis screamed. This caused Geeves to stop moving and think for a moment. "It finally stopped!" He continued.

"It stopped?" Geeves asked.

"Affirmative!" Mr. Otis replied. As an experiment, Geeves started to squirm again. "The wall is moving again!" he hollered.

Geeves stopped squirming and formed a disappointed look on his face. "Master Otis, it would appear to me that we are tied up back-to-back."

"We are? That's a relief!" Mr. Otis sighed.

"Master Otis..." Geeves trailed off.

"Yes, Geeves?" Mr. Otis asked.

"Why are you so wet, Master Otis?" Geeves asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm a naturally sweaty guy." Mr. Otis replied. Geeves was disgusted. "I'm sorry Gee.." Geeves abruptly interrupted Mr. Otis.

"I'd rather not think about it any longer, Master Otis." Geeves requested.

"Alright, I can do that. Now how do you suppose we get ourselves out of this one?" Mr. Otis changed the subject.

"I suppose you don't." the fat chef butted in.

"Aw man, why not?" Mr. Otis complained. Up until then, neither of them had even noticed that the chef had been sitting there.

"Because I can't let you get any further than this." The Chef replied.

"But why can't you do that?" Mr. Otis pushed further.

"You're trying to stop us from delivering the pinball table to Milton." The Chef answered.

"Do you really think you're going to see any worth while amount of money for doing that small of a job?" Mr. Otis probed.

"Well, I suppose not, but it's not just about this job! It's about building a name for ourselves. Sometimes a job pays more in fame then it does in money." The chef explained.

"Is that what you're really after? Fame?" Mr. Otis interrogated.

"To be quite honest with you, no, it's not." The chef responded.

"What do you want, Chef? What do you really want?" Mr. Otis started to believe that he could help the Chef have a change of heart.

"What I really want to do..." Chef stood and twirled in a circle. He stopped and pointed his mighty ladle toward the ceiling. "is cook!" he finished.

The pair were quite confused by what they were witnessing, but they both saw it as a perfect opportunity to gain yet another new friend.

"Master Chef, does the American Captain appreciate your talent for the culinary arts?" Geeves wanted to take a turn trying to convince Chef to change sides.