Larry the Lego Set was feeling a tad out of sorts, maybe even a biff*.
At first he thought perhaps he was missing one of his parts but a thorough check confirmed he seemed to have his stuff together.
Bricks , normal and duplo, check. Figures, check. Wheels, check. Lego train tracks, train, scenery and town, check. Larry considered himself a well rounded individual. Hey, it takes a village to make a fake village or a Larry.
It had been a few weeks since he last saw Xena before she finally was absconded with. Absconded is a bit of a harsh term for the event. It was a legitimate sale. They saw it coming and tried to thwart the sale. Well, as much as mildly animated inanimate objects could thwart anything but the author has a strange new found fondness for the word thwart. The sale could not be thwarted. The sale appeared to have a will of its own, thought Larry. “But, that’s just nuts.”
Larry sighed deeply and as he was about to go into another self pity fueled sadness bender his buddy Yo came swinging in.
Hey , he’s a Yo-Yo that’s what they do.**
“Snap out of it Larry. This pitty party of one is harshing my mellow.”
“Harshing my mellow?”
“Hey. I’m a Yo-Yo. I was born in 1970’s California.”
“I hate to go all Cliff Claven on you but you can trace your roots to the Philippines and before that to China. I’m not an expert but I find it hard to believe the term “Harsh My Mellow” could originate in any Chinese dialect.”
“Larry, are you the author of my story? That was rhetorical. The answer is “I think not.”
“Ok, Ok. I did not mean to harsh your mellow.”
“You have been moping around here ever since Xena was sold. Can’t you see whats happening here?”
“I’m sad, my mellow has been harshed?”
“Ok, now your just making fun of me. No. You my friend are heartbroken.”
“Heartbroken? How could I be why I never told ..we never talked…I mean, well, yea you are right. Pardon my expression but my heart seems to be at the end of string spinning forever with no hope of ever being ruinited with hands of comfort.”
“Ok now I just want to toss my string.”
“Sorry, but what am I going to do?”
“Well duh. Do I have to think of everything. You want to get advice from a Yo-Yo all of your life. Just think about it.”
“We, should go get Xena?”
“There you go. And what else.”
“There’s something else?”
“Yes , who do we need to help ?”
“Um, The Major, Jan and Stosh, Batman. Yo-Yo’s little helpers?”
“Yes and no. That name never stuck. It doesn’t sound much like a band of action heroes. Especially in an Austrian accent.”
” How about The Band.”
“Yes The Band. That works.”
” We need to get the Band back together?”
“Yes Larry, We need to get the Band back together.”
*Not a unit of measure but it should be.
**Perhaps you should stop trying to catch up and check out the original four part prequel. “Black Friday, A Different Perspective.” “Black Friday: Living On The Down Low“, “Black Friday: The Gathering” and the thrilling conclusion “Black Friday: Twas The Night Before Christmas”
That is the original name. I didn’t rename it once I decided it was a prequel. I’m not George Lucas. Maybe if someone makes a wildly successfully movie, the heavens open and gold flows down a rainbow into a sea of love, peace and tranquility I’ll think about it.