Mr. Talenbachenshaw

By Abby, Loyola Park After School Program
Dialogues That's Weird, Grandma

Mr.T is a different man. Oddly it is not type of good. He has a problem. You see he thinks…he thinks he is an army sergeant. He always carries around this little red whistle sounds like there is a girl screaming. When he blows it, wolves howl and dogs bark.
This all started when Mr.T was rejected from the army. They said he was useless. Right now he was at a restaurant.
“Useless. Can you believe it! They called me useless!”
“Honey, honey wake up! You were dreaming of your rejection day!”
“Can you believe it they said NO! I DON’T BELIEVE IT! NO NO NO!
“Stop it James; you are embarrassing me!” his wife said
“Are you commanding me?” he said
“Yes I am” his wife said.
“Do you know what this reminds me of? The commandant. I could have been if they let me join the Army. Right now I could be saying ‘attention!’ Not for an appetizer I like a caviar and linguini!”
“So you do like linguini!” his wife said.
“That is not the point right now honey”
“Wait last time I had to get fried chicken instead of coming to Luigis. You better explain yourself now!”
“Fine I only chose fried chicken because they were showing the game. But I have to admit that fried chicken with what they call hot sauce,”
“What do I care about hot sauce. I care about being at Harold’s Fried Chicken in a $350 dollar dress!”
“I thought you said that dress was a gift.”
“Oh honey that’s not the point now. I love you.”
“No don’t change the…”
“I said I love you.”
“Oh I love you to…”
The End.