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    Robbery Shmobbery

      (Lights up on a dark street. Professor Olypolyopolus enters, stage left. Half way across, Rick Snick steps out holding a gun.)

      RICK SNICK

      You! Hands in the air and give me your money.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      Hands up? And give my money? That’s funny.

      RICK SNICK

      Where the humor? My gun’s pointed at you.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      Robbery by gun point. Not funny. That’s true.

      Comedy lies in the action you’ve made,

      Reach up for money if my life’s to be saved.

      RICK SNICK

      Put one hand down and in your pocket reach.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      I’m a poor professor. Pity I beseech.

      RICK SNICK

      Just what is it you’re trying to do here?

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      Your gun scares me. I’m quaking in fear.

      RICK SNICK

      There! Again, rhyme for rhyme. It this a trick?

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      I think now’s a bad time to make that pick.

      RICK SNICK

      Pick rhymes with trick. You’ve done it every line.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      It means I’m nervous and scared, it’s a sign.

      My life as a professor is poetry.

      Iambic pentameter by specialty.

      So when I get nervous, scared or confused

      Rhyming and verse-ing I unconsciously use.

      RICK SNICK

      Well stop it. I insist. Enough. No more.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      It’s just I’ve never been robbed before.

      I have no control. I apologize.

      RICK SNICK

      Do it again and I’ll shoot between your eyes.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      There, listen. It’s you that’s doing it now.

      RICK SNICK

      You’re wrong, mistaken, I don’t even know how.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      Twice now, listen, you have rhymed my words back.

      RICK SNICK

      No, you listen. I don’t rhyme that’s a fact.

      I’m here to rob you not listen to smack

      Hand over the money or a life you will lack.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      You said fact for back and then lack for smack.

      RICK SNICK

      I don’t care. See the gun? All that I ask

      Is that your money finds its way to me

      Well? What say you? Money and you’ll be free.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      Phew. Now I can speak. You’ve made your own rhyme.

      Here’s all that I have --

      RICK SNICK

      All? Every last dime?

      Stop it! Don’t laugh at me. Now’s not the time.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      It’s not me, it’s you and the words that you use.

      RICK SNICK

      Enough. No more. I don’t need the abuse.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      I’ve stopped rhyming, but it’s you going on.

      RICK SNICK

      It’s true, I am rhyming! What’s going wrong?

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      Not wrong, it’s great. You’ve learned to speak in verse.

      RICK SNICK

      Learn it? No way! It’s your fault. I’ve been cursed.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      I didn’t do this. It’s nature you see.

      RICK SNICK

      Nature did this? But why do it to me?

      Argh! Again! Rhyme after rhyme!

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      You’ll be fine.

      RICK SNICK

      No I won’t. Here, take back every dime!

      Just make it go away. Give me a cure.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      A cure there ain’t, but a solution, sure.

      You know how a song gets stuck in your head?

      Over and over ‘til you wish you were dead?

      RICK SNICK

      Sure, sure but what’s that to do with the verse

      That falls from my mouth like an evil-eyed curse?

      Oh, no. Not again. They rhyming won’t stop.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      It will, I’ll help. If that gun you will drop.

      RICK SNICK

      Fine. There. The gun’s on the ground. Please help me.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      Your money, too. I’ll need that. Like a fee.

      RICK SNICK

      Yes, take it all, any thing to be free.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      Now close your eyes and then count up to three.

      When you get there, the world orange you must say.

      RICK SNICK

      Right. Eyes closed tight and counting as you say.

      PROFESSOR OLYPOLYOPOLUS

      And I’ll be off to live another day.

      (Exits)

      RICK SNICK

      Counting one and two and three and now orange.

      Is that it? Like hiccups it’s gone away?

      Oh! Away doesn’t rhyme with orange hurray!

      (Beat)

      But hurray with away. Oh, dang it!

      (Lights out.)

      *****

      If you enjoyed this collection of short stories you might also be interested in:

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      Earl T. Roske is a writer and playwright in the San Francisco Bay Area of California.

      His short stories have appeared in magazines and anthologies. His short plays have been produced around the world. His first book, "Tale Of The Music-Thief," is forthcoming.

      If you enjoyed these stories and would like to know more about the author or find more work by him, please consider visiting his website at www.earltroske.com or on facebook at www.facebook.com/EarlTRoske where you can "like" him.

     



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