The next draft of "The Tale of Todd" story. I added a bit, and decided to record myself reading it. Very rough. The next step I want to take is to draw up a storyboard to go along with it, just quick black & white drawings. Below is the transcript:
This is Todd. Todd tears tickets at the theater. Todd is not a terribly talented ticket taker, and is not terrifically thrilled to take tickets. He tells his friends that taking tickets is tantamount to tragedy, and therefore totally tiresome.
This portly pudgy person is Paul, the purveyor of passes to the picture show. Paul painstakingly pushes to prevent his people from portraying a picture of passivity as opposed to professionalism. Paramount in Paul’s psyche is the importance of perception, the prerogative to precipitate a pattern of proper place. Paul’s purpose, therefore, is to preside over his proletarians, and provide perpetual purpose for them. May the powers protect any person under Paul’s position who presumes to present a picture of impropriety.
Yikes! A yawn! Yearning to yell out like a yodeling yeti. The yawn yanks unyieldingly on Todd’s youthful yoke, and he yaws from the usual. Why?
Todd was stressed, since Paul said succinctly in a strict yet serpentine style, that should Todd show signs of sleepiness while slogging along in servitude, he would be swiftly and summarily scolded and sent packing. Our sheepish standard-bearer struggled, then, with the sudden soporific sensation of the yawn, certain that showing signs of slowing in his shift should ensure a storm from his stern supervisor. Todd strove to suppress his salacity to snooze, but soon sensed the strain would be sizable.
Todd raged against his restful rampallion, wrapped in a reticent round of wrestling, but rapidly realized he wasn’t ready for the wrath of his rival. The reign of remission in the region of Todd restricts rebellion of any rigor. But reasonably, this reckling could requisition the right to rule his own realm, and relinquish the requirement to recline. Todd reared a resourceful resolution to the row, resulting in the removal of his reputation as a rebrobate.
Lifting his left limb loftily, he let out a lethargic, low, “laaaaawwwww” which only a learned labiomancer would lament. Todd looked lickedy-split to learn whether his lark had been liturated.
Victory! Todd’s verisimilitude had been cast vicariously in view of the vigilant ventripotent vedette, and his ventilation had been veiled. But was it in vain?
Cancer and capriciousness! A creepy crawly conducted its way into the center of the cinema, causing a cacophony with its croaking, and creating a kerfuffle among the customers. The creature cast chaos merely through its company, and the commandant of the cinema could not concede its companionship. He quickly commanded Todd to clear the cavity of this caecilian carnival-crasher.
Todd absconded with the acrimonious amphibian into the alley adjacent to the amphitheater with the ambition to abolish the alien, but became abeyant. The animal was not so much an aberration as it was admirable. Its audacity in the face of adversity was amazing. As Todd stared into the eyes of his new companion, he felt a sense of belonging, of camaraderie, with this small, scared little frog. He decided at this moment that the frog would be welcome in the theater, under his protection. Todd smuggled the frog into the theater in his back pocket. Incredibly, it did not writhe or wriggle. It sat there contentedly until Todd took his post again.
Todd remained rigid at his roost, his rigor renewed by the residence of his recent ranarian recusant residing in the rear of his britches. He found the ragabash not rebarbative, but reassuring as he returned to the reglementation of his responsibilities. Restless as a recipient reached for their receipt, Todd resisted, and his rear readly replied with a rousing “ribbit”
Created: Jan 12, 2012charlesdbelt Audio Media