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TITLE: Mr. Click-it | Previous Challenge Entry
By Tim Pickl
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With a sigh of frustration, Bob smashed his newspaper down.
“After all, Gloria calls you Mr. Click-it.”
Bob mocked Marcia, “After all, Gloria calls you Mr. Click-it. Okay, I’ll try ta find sometin’.”
“Thank you so much, Bob. It’s almost ready. I just gotta smash up the potatoes.”
“Okay, Marcia. I’m tryin.”
Click.
“Breaking news this evening from the heartland. Another brutal terrorist attack in downtown Chicago. Initial reports of at least ten people dead and hundreds wounded. Those numbers are expected to climb.”
Click.
“With the latest terror outbreak, the economy is taking a downward turn.”
Click.
“In clinical tests, this drug was found to cause headaches, nausea, vomiting and hair loss.”
Click.
“SpongeBob, stop laughing now!”
“Marcia, I’m really lookin’ here. What? We got like 700 channels and there ain’t nothin’ ta watch!?!”
Click.
Wiping her hands with a kitchen towel, Marcia stepped into the living room. “Bob—stop there—watch this for a minute.”
On the huge high-definition television, one of the final scenes from The Passion of the Christ movie appeared. As Jesus was being crucified, a flashback to the Last Supper appeared, with a scripture.
“This is my body, which is broken for you.”
“Dis is seriously brutal, Marcia.”
“Oh, I know…”
“How ken you watch dis?”
“But Jesus really went through that for all-a-us. All in love.”
“Okay, dat’s nuf-a-dis.”
Click.
“We have less than five minutes in this segment. Ladies you need to please call or click right now to get the Special Deal of the Day.”
“Okay, I’m gonna cut up your steak the way you like it and bring it to ya.” Marcia stepped into the kitchen and called back, “Do ya want steak sauce, Bob?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna splurge. I know I will pay fer it later wit’ my heartburn an’ all… but it’s so good.”
Click.
“Another exciting World Soccer game underway here today. The fans are WILD!”
Click.
“You too can own a set of The Bible series on DVD today—call now!”
Click.
“You’re watching the World Premiere of the Wizard of Oz in High Definition. And now, the final scene.”
Marcia gave Bob his plate, along with a napkin and a glass of freshly squeezed lemonade. “There ya go, Bob.”
“It smells so good…it tastes real good, too, Marcia. You out-done yerself!”
“Thanks Bob. Can we please watch the end of this movie? It’s my fav’rite of all time.”
“Oh, I spoze.”
“Turn it up, I can hardly hear it.”
“Yeah, the commercials are so loud I hafta turn it down all-da-time.”
Bob clicked the remote to turn it up.
LION
Well, I would never've found it if it hadn't been for you.
DOROTHY
I think I'll miss you most of all.
GLINDA
Are you ready now?
DOROTHY
Yes. Say goodbye, Toto. Yes, I'm ready now.
GLINDA
Then close your eyes and click your heels together three times. And think to yourself, 'There's no place like home. There's no place like home.'
DOROTHY AND GLINDA
'There's no place like home. There's no place like home.'
DOROTHY
'There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home.'
[Dorothy wakes up in Kansas back on the Farm]
DOROTHY
'There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place....'
AUNT EM
Wake up, honey.
“Dat’s it?” Grinning, Bob lifted up the television remote to change the channel again.
“Wait, Mr. Click-it, wait! I wanna see the rest.”
AUNT EM
Oh, we dream lots of silly things when we -
DOROTHY
No, Aunt Em, this was a real, truly live place. And I remember that some of it wasn't very nice - but most of it was beautiful. But just the same, all I kept saying to everybody was, 'I want to go home!' And they sent me home. Doesn't anybody believe me?
UNCLE HENRY
Of course we believe you, Dorothy.
DOROTHY
Oh, but anyway, Toto, we're home! Home! And this is my room - and you're all here! And I'm not going to leave here ever, ever again, because I love you all! And - Oh, Auntie Em, there's no place like home!!
As Marcia wiped away tears, she reached over and hugged Bob in his big easy chair. “I love you, Bob. Happy Birtday.”
“Awww… I love you, too, sweetheart. Tanks fer everyting.”
Click.
Bob powered the television off.
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