“Silver bullets, a masked man, Indians, villains!
Who could it be? It’s the Lone Ranger! Dat-da-da-da! With a cloud of dust and a hearty “Hi ho, Silver!” the Lone Ranger and
his Indian friend, Toto-“
“No,
no, no, Sarah. It’s Tonto, not Toto.” interrupted Nick.
“Oh,
I thought it was Toto.” said Sarah.
The
small acting group consisted of Nick, who played all the bad guys and supplied
the props and costumes; Sarah, who was Tonto and the voice of the announcer,
and finally, the star actor, Alex. Alex played the Lone Ranger and was the
owner of the old episodes that inspired the three sibling’s theatrical career.
For about fifteen minutes now they had been trying to get through the beginning
of the show. Unfortunately, problems with scripting, costuming, and spacing
kept cropping up. Sarah kept unintentionally messing up her “lines,” Alex was
getting upset because he hadn’t been able to use his gun yet, and Mom was ready to banish them from the living room.
“Let’s
try it again.” Nick said. Sarah took a deep breath and tried again.
“Silver bullets, a masked man, Indians, villains!
Who could it be? It’s the Lone Ranger! With a cloud of dust and a hearty “Hi
ho, Silver!” the Lone Ranger and his Indian friend, Toto-“ Nick shook his
head in surrender. He knew she would never get it right. “-begin to look for bad guys. The chase is on! The Lone Ranger is on the
look-out for any trouble and Toto is by his side. Suddenly, they spot a shady
looking character in the shadows.”
Alex
excitedly bounced onto “the stage.” In reality it was just the living room but
he didn’t care. To him it was the Wild West, filled with criminals and tumble
weeds. He spoke his line in a deep, cowboy voice.
“What’s
that, Toto? Do you see him?” he asked Sarah, who had switched into her Indian
costume.
“Yes,
Kemo Sabe. Me see man, look like trouble. Hey Nick?” she said, suddenly coming
out of character. “What does Kemo Sabe mean?”
“Oh
boy. I don’t know. Dad?” Nick yelled. “What does Kemo Sabe mean?”
“I
think it means dumb cowboy in Indian.” Replied Dad nonchalantly from behind his
newspaper.
“There
you go, Sarah. Oh, and by the way, Toto- I mean Tonto’s costume does not
consist of a coonskin cap, a lei, and a pair of plastic red sunglasses with the
lenses popped out.” Sarah looked down and surveyed her costume.
“But
I like it.”
“Alright,
whatever. Let’s get back to the script and can we please stick to it?” Nick
said.
“Nick,
can I use my gun yet?” Alex asked.
“No,
not yet. Just wait. Go ahead.” Alex began where they left off.
“I
think I’ll go check this out. You stay here, Toto.” Alex proceeded toward the kitchen
as Sarah took off her Tonto costume and put a hairbrush microphone to her
mouth.
“The Lone Ranger down the mountain to where
the mysterious man had been standing. He sees something! He-“ Sarah’s
narrative was suddenly cut off by Alex’s sound effects.
“Bang!
Bang-bang! Hahaha! I got you, you evil bad guy!”
“No,
Alex! Not yet!” came Nick’s voice from behind his bandana. Alex began to chase
his older brother around the room at gunpoint. Anxious to escape Nick ran into the hall, around
the corner and was just about to make his getaway when he smacked into
the kitchen cabinet door.
“Why
is this cabinet open?” Nick asked as he tried to stay away from Alex and rub
his head at the same time.
“I
had to get something out of it.” Mom answered. “You can close it now.” Still trying to evade Alex, Nick hide behind the door but he was spotted right away by Alex.
“Put
your hands up!” Alex told Nick.
“That’s
right. Put your hands up and into the sink. It’s time to wash up for dinner.” said
Mom, bringing their episode to an abrupt end. Nick sighed with relief. He had gotten
away from the plastic gun this time.
“Stick
‘em up!” commanded a voice from behind him and he felt something poking him in
the back.
“Sarah,
cut it out!” he protested. Sarah just giggled and pushed him into the dining
room at “gunpoint.”
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