Free-Range Chickens
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Authors: Simon Rich
Contents
Terrifying childhood experiences
A conversation between the people who hid in my closet every night when I was seven
If adults were subjected to the same indignities as children
My top secret seventh-grade diary
Middle-school telephone conversation
Inside the cartridge:
Duck Hunt
What I imagined the people around me were saying when I was…
How my mother imagined the police
The only e-mails I could receive that would justify the frequency with which I check my e-mail
An interview with Stephen Hawking
The final moments of the
Titanic
All-you-can-eat buffet fantasy
I think my teenaged daughter knows I read her diary
What I want my tombstone to say when I die of encephalitis next week
Everything happens for a reason
FOR DAD AND ALEX
author’s note
This is a joke book that I wrote. Nothing in it is real.
It’s just some things that I made up.
Terrifying childhood experiences
—Got your nose!
—Please just kill me. Better to die than to live the rest of my life as a monster.
—What’s that in your ear? Hey—it’s a quarter!
—Why is everybody laughing? I have a horrifying brain disease.
—Peek-a-boo!
—Jesus Christ. You came out of nowhere.
When I lost my first tooth
ME:
You’re never going to believe this. I was hanging out with my friends and all of a sudden, a tooth fell out of my mouth. I think there’s something seriously wrong with me.
MOM:
Looks like the tooth fairy’s coming to town!
ME:
Who?
MOM:
The tooth fairy. She visits children in the middle of the night and takes their teeth.
ME:
Is she…a cannibal?
MOM:
No, she’s a fairy.
ME:
What else does she take? Does she take
eyes
?
MOM:
No, just teeth. And when she’s done, she leaves a surprise under your pillow.
ME:
Oh my God.
MOM:
I wonder what it’ll be this time?
ME:
Okay…let’s not panic here. There’s got to be a way to trap her or kill her. We just need to
think.
MOM:
You don’t want to kill the tooth fairy.
ME:
Why not? Wait a minute…I see what’s going on. You’re in
cahoots
with her! God, it all makes sense now…how else would she know that I had lost a tooth in the first place?
MOM:
I think someone’s getting a little sleepy.
ME:
Wait until Dad finds out about this!
MOM:
He knows about the tooth fairy, sweetie.
ME:
Jesus Christ. How high up does this thing go?
MOM:
Let’s get you tucked in.
ME:
Listen…as long as we’re laying it all on the line, you might as well be straight with me. What other fairies are you working with? Is there a
face
fairy?
MOM:
There’s just a tooth fairy, sweetie. She comes every time you lose a tooth.
ME:
What do you mean “every time”? I’m going to lose more teeth?
MOM:
You’re going to lose all of them.
A conversation between the people who hid in my closet every night when I was seven
FREDDY KRUEGER:
When do you guys want to kill him?
MURDERER FROM THE SIX O’CLOCK NEWS:
How about right now?
DEAD UNCLE WHOSE BODY I SAW AT AN OPEN CASKET FUNERAL:
I say we do it when he gets up to pee. You know, when he’s walking down the hallway, in the dark.
FREDDY KRUEGER:
What if he doesn’t get up?
MURDERER:
He’ll get up. Look at how he’s squirming. It’s only a matter of time.
DEAD UNCLE:
Man, I cannot
wait
to kill this kid.
MURDERER:
Same here.
FREDDY KRUEGER:
I’ve wanted to kill him ever since he saw my movie.
DEAD UNCLE:
Hey, do you guys remember that night-light Simon used to have?
MURDERER:
Man, that thing scared the heck out of me.
FREDDY KRUEGER:
It’s a good thing his mom got rid of it. Now there’s nothing to stop us from killing him.
(Everyone nods in agreement.)
DR. MURPHY:
Hey, guys, sorry I’m late. I was busy scheduling an appointment with Simon, to give him shots.
FREDDY KRUEGER:
No problem.
(Freddy Krueger and Dr. Murphy do their secret handshake.)
MURDERER:
It’s getting kind of crowded in here. Chucky, can you move over?
CHUCKY:
I’m over as far as I can get.
MURDERER:
I need more space than you’re giving me. I’m a lot bigger than you.
CHUCKY:
Are you calling me
short
?
DR. MURPHY:
Hey, guys,
relax,
all right? We’re all here for the same reason: to kill and possibly eat Simon.
MURDERER:
(Sighs.)
You’re right. I’m sorry.
CHUCKY:
Yeah…me too. I kind of lost perspective.
DR. MURPHY:
It’s okay. Just remember: we’re all in this together.
DEAD UNCLE:
Hey, it looks like he’s getting up! Wait a minute…where’s he
going
?
CHUCKY:
I think he’s running into his mom’s room!
DEAD UNCLE:
Maybe we should follow him?
CHUCKY:
Are you
insane
? I’m not facing that kid’s mother. That woman is terrifying!
MURDERER:
Seriously, there is no
way
I’m going in there.
FREDDY KRUEGER:
(Sighs.)
I guess tonight’s a bust. Let’s try tomorrow, okay? Same time, same place.
If adults were subjected to the same indignities as children
PARTY
ZOE:
Dad, I’m throwing a party tonight, so you’ll have to stay in your room. Don’t worry, though: one of my friends brought over his father for you to play with. His name is Comptroller Brooks and he’s about your age, so I’m sure you’ll have lots in common. I’ll come check on you in a couple of hours.
(Leaves.)
COMPTROLLER BROOKS:
Hello.
MR. HIGGINS:
Hello.
COMPTROLLER BROOKS:
So…um…do you follow city politics?
MR. HIGGINS:
Not really.
COMPTROLLER BROOKS:
Oh.
(long pause)
(Zoe returns.)
ZOE:
I forgot to tell you: I told my friends you’d perform for them after dinner. I’ll come get you when it’s time.
(Leaves.)
COMPTROLLER BROOKS:
Oh God, what are we going to
do
?
MR. HIGGINS:
I know a dance…but it’s pretty humiliating.
COMPTROLLER BROOKS:
Just teach it to me.
CAPITOL HILL
LOBBYIST:
If you fail to pass this proposition, it will lead to the deaths of thousands. Any questions?
SENATOR:
Why are you wearing a sailor suit?
LOBBYIST:
My children decided to dress me this way, on a whim. I told them it was an important day for me…but they wouldn’t listen.
SENATOR:
It’s adorable.
LOBBYIST:
Okay…but…do you agree with the proposition? About the war?
SENATOR:
Put on the cap.
GARAGE
ALBERT ROSENBLATT:
Can I drive your car? I’ll give it back when I’m done.
MRS. HERSON:
I’m sorry…do I know you?
ALBERT ROSENBLATT:
No, but we’re the same age and we go to the same garage.
MRS. HERSON:
No offense, sir, but I really don’t feel comfortable lending you my car. I mean, it’s by far my most important possession.
PARKING ATTENDANT:
Mrs. Herson! I’m
surprised
at you. What did we learn about sharing?
MRS. HERSON:
You’re right…I’m sorry. Take my Mercedes.
ALBERT ROSENBLATT:
Thank you. Can I come over to your house later? I’m lonely and I don’t have any friends.
MRS. HERSON:
Well…actually…I kind of had plans tonight.
PARKING ATTENDANT:
Are you
excluding
him?
MRS. HERSON:
No, of course not!
(Sighs.)
Here’s my address, sir. The party starts at eight.
ALBERT ROSENBLATT:
I’ll show up a little early.
MRS. HERSON:
What’s that on your face?
ALBERT ROSENBLATT:
Mucus. I haven’t learned how to blow my nose yet, so I just go around like this all the time.
MRS. HERSON:
Oh.
ALBERT ROSENBLATT:
I’ll see you soon, inside of your house.
