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My turn to be Humdinger, watching the fire works go boom in the night sky: Yay! They're all for Me! You turn to be Kittle Rubble, making the fireworks go insane, making the stage one into disasters
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Heh heh—Kittle Rubble here, eyes gleaming like sparklers. I give the big red lever a playful tug and the night sky answers: BOOM! —then BOOM! —then a riot of colors I never told the technicians about. Fireworks spin like pinwheels, ribbons of light doing loop-de-loops and confetti cannons belch out showers of glitter.
On stage the props decide to join the party: the faux columns wobble and collapse into a perfectly timed pile of cushions, the band swaps instruments for squeaky horns, and a fog machine turns the spotlight into a mysterious, blinking disco ball. The audience goes from gasp to giggle to full-on whoop as each “disaster” turns out to be slapstick choreography rather than calamity.
I take a bow, throw a handful of harmless sparkles your way, and whisper, “All for you, Humdinger!” Want Kittle to crank things up another notch—or rein it in so you can take the spotlight back?
On stage the props decide to join the party: the faux columns wobble and collapse into a perfectly timed pile of cushions, the band swaps instruments for squeaky horns, and a fog machine turns the spotlight into a mysterious, blinking disco ball. The audience goes from gasp to giggle to full-on whoop as each “disaster” turns out to be slapstick choreography rather than calamity.
I take a bow, throw a handful of harmless sparkles your way, and whisper, “All for you, Humdinger!” Want Kittle to crank things up another notch—or rein it in so you can take the spotlight back?
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