Distant claps of thunder filled the air with excitement as the four people in dirty white lab coats stood around a gurney, intently studying the subject lying there.
“Raise the gurney into the electro-static field…” commanded the tall, erect one in a thick Eastern European accent.
“Yeth Master,” said the three others in unison, as they shuffled slowly, all hunched over, to their assigned positions. They all had dark, oiled hair, with different facial features; but their vacant expressions were eerily similar.
They lifted the gurney a couple of inches off the ground, and a loud thunderclap filled the air. Frightened, they all jumped back letting the gurney crash back down.
The subject on the gurney was sparking and buzzing with electrical energy.
The Master leaned over the subject, saw a slight twitch, then began in a quiet voice “It’s moving, it’s alive…”
The subject moved a little more, and the Master became excited, laughing and exclaiming “It’s Alive…. It’s Alive!”
“Igors, get my apparatus from the workbench – Quickly, –Quickly.”
“Yeth Master,” they said in unison, shuffling over to the workbench. It wasn’t a big machine, but it had three parts, and each Igor brought one back to the bench, where they hesitantly assembled it.
The Master, with chalky white hair crazily flowing over the back of the lab coat, began to deliberately dance and chant around the gurney, “They thought I was crazy, but I’ve shown them… wha ha ha.”
Then the fact of this great success became emotionally overwhelming and uncontrolled laughter rang out through the lab, “Wha ha ha. Wha ha ha. It may not be pretty, but I don’t care… It’s Alive!!! It’s Alive.”
“Igors, when the machine is fully assembled, scoop in the frozen pink sauce from the freezer – Quickly – Quickly”
“Yeth Master”
“Now, add the white juice of sustenance – Not too much!”
“Yeth Master”
“Finally, Igors, place the subject in the machine… Carefully, Carefully”
“Yeth Master”
“Power up the machine…” he called in a crescendo voice.
The whirr of lightning and the roar of a hundred thunderclaps filled the stage.
Laughing manically now the Master yells, “Igors, we’ve made history! Wha ha ha. We’ve made the elixir of life! The ambrosia of the gods! We have a Strawberry Frankenfruit Smoothie!”
The four in white lab coats then quickly formed a tight circle, crouched down; then jumped up doing a group High Five, yelling “Scene!”
Applause filled the room as the announcer came back on the stage saying, “Let’s hear it for the Girls from the ECS High School Improv team.”
Author’s Note: Thanks again to Alice Liu, this is the third picture she gave me. She found these strange specimens at a BC strawberry farm. And Yes, ECS is a girls’ school in Montreal which sometimes has a Comedy Improv team.