SO, WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?

“Where’s Davy?”, asks Charmy. “I want out of my contract. I know Richard Brooks personally. He would love me to be a part of his comic strip”.

“Oh, get real!” says Frenchy. “What role would you play? You are way too old to play one of his students”.

“I would play the role of substitute teacher Max Smarts”, reveals Charmy.

“You could never pull it off”, chuckles Frenchy as she laughs the idea away. “You just do not have an intelligent look to you”.

“Well, that is where my insane acting skills come in”, reveals Charmy. “The square root of nine hundred and twelve parallels the sum of the fraction of the twelve and fortieth integer”.

“Wow, that really sounded smart!”, exclaims Frenchy.

“Well, that was just jibberish”, admits Frenchy.

“Wow! I cannot believe how amazing your acting skills are, You are the next Tom Hanks!”, squeals Frenchy with excitement.

“See!, Told ya I was amazing”, says Charmy… just as Frenchy busts out laughing hysterically.

“HOLY MACCA NOODLE!!!”, exclaims Frenchy. “I was ACTING! Your performance a moment ago was atrocious!”

“Oh….”, says Charmy with a sigh.

“Who is the actor now?”, asks Frenchy as she begins walking off. “Think I will go see if Rick has a role for ME in his comic strip, Mr. Morris”.

As Frenchy walks away and Weaver walks up, Charmy yells, “I doubt he needs to fill the role of a crabby bus driver!”

“That was a terrible comeback”, says Weaver.

“I am a terrible improv actor as well”, admits Charmy as we end the scene.

END

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