The Powder Blue Tuxedo Boys on Halloween
October 31, 2024
It’s a beautiful afternoon in Los Angeles. The sun is shining and 70 degrees. The Powder Blue Tuxedo Boys are in their booth at the Frolic Room on Hollywood Boulevard, drinking Pumpkin Ale in honor of the Halloween Holiday. “Monster Mash” is playing on the jukebox.
Timothy is dressed up like the Scarecrow in “The Wizard of Oz.” Patrick is wearing the costume of one of the Flying Monkeys in the film.
Eddie, the bartender, has just given them two fresh pints of Pumpkin Ale.
Eddie: You both have great costumes. Can I expect Kamalatoe as the Wicked Witch to be here soon?
Patrick: Her broom is in the shop. It’s been pulling to the right.
Timothy: Some of my favorite cousins went into the making of that broom.
Eddie shakes his head and walks away.
A customer walks into the bar dressed as Donald Trump. He sees the PBTB in their booth and walks over.
Trump: Do you mind if I join you? I’ve always liked orange soda.
Patrick: It’s beer.
Timothy: Pumpkin beer.
Trump: Looks like Orange Soda to me.
Eddie brings another pint of Pumpkin Ale for Trump’s look-a-like.
The next customer who comes through the door is dressed as the Anti-Trump Protester who screamed at the sky when Trump won the election in 2016. The woman has glasses and a stocking cap, and as she sees Trump in the booth, she screams at the ceiling as loudly as she can.
Patrick: I should grab her and carry her back to the Wicked Witch’s place.
Timothy: I hope she doesn’t have a match.
Patrick: Not in this booth.
The Screamer walks over to the booth and screams in Trump’s face. Eddie walks over.
Eddie: No more screaming. We get the point.
The Screamer sits down with the PBTB and Trump. Eddie brings her a Pumpkin Ale.
Screamer: Orange you guys glad to see me?
Patrick and Timothy groan. Trump laughs.
Trump: I’ll make you Press Secretary when I win the election. You can scream at the Press all you want.
Timothy: Maybe I’m not the only one here without a brain.
Patrick’s phone rings.
Patrick: Yeah…Okay…See you then.
Timothy: Kamalatoe?
Patrick: Yeah, and she is dressed as the Wicked Witch of the East.
Timothy: Do you coordinate your wardrobe?
Patrick: We got paid, didn’t we? If you don’t behave, I’ll start plucking out your straw.
Eddie: I thought it was the Wicked Witch of the West.
Patrick: Is there a difference between the coasts?
In walks Kamalatoe dressed as the Wicked Witch. Her Secret Service detail is dressed as Flying Monkeys, and one of them carries her broom.
Timothy: So, Patrick, are you in the Secret Service now?
Patrick: I’m an undercover Flying Monkey.
Timothy: That’s what she said. Should I get a pail of water?
Trump: What are you clowns talking about?
Screamer: The Wizard of Oz.
Trump: Lousy play on Broadway. Lost a lot of money.
Patrick: You mean “The Wiz.”
Timothy: Speaking of which, I gotta go to the cornfield.
Timothy leaves the booth. Kamalatoe comes over to the booth and sits down next to Trump.
Wicked Witch: Hi, Nazi.
Trump: Hi Word Salad.
Screamer: I love you, Kamala.
Patrick: I bet you do.
Eddie brings over another Pumpkin Ale for the Wicked Witch.
Timothy walks out of the “cornfield” with a soapy bucket of water.
Timothy: Eddie, this mop bucket was in the men’s room. What do you want me to do with it?
Timothy slips on a beer nut and the bucket of water goes flying up into the air. The water falls down on the Wicked Witch. Her costume begins to smoke.
Secret Service Agent: Code Wasser! Code Wasser! Bring the car around now!
The Secret Service hustles Kamalatoe out of the bar and into her limousine. The Screamer follows her.
Timothy: Where do you think they are taking her?
Patrick: There’s a dry sauna nearby at Sunset. We Flying Monkeys want our freedom. I have a nice tree condo in Florida. But the Wicked Witch always dries out and comes back.
Trump: I should be going, too. I have a big rally at the Hollywood Bowl. Maybe I’ll sing.
The PBTB are alone in their booth.
Patrick: Let’s hope the Wizard himself doesn’t show up.
Timothy: We’re not in Kansas anymore.
TJM
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