Exit Stage Left
For open_on_sunday
Prompt: Exit
Exit Stage Left
He stomps back down into his hell dimension alone. Plans thwarted, bad tempered, and minus the usual jazzy little skip in his step.
The smarter minions clump together, trying to hide the three tiered cake they’ve been up all night baking. Even the dumber ones are clever enough to casually drop their boxes of confetti, and kick them under the table.
Only one dares brave his wrath. “You’ve failed,” she cries angrily, ”Again.” She returns to her knitting, sobbing loudly into the red and blue booties she’s working on.
“Don’t worry Mom,” Sweet reassures her. “You’ll get your grandbabies someday.”