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Tuesday, June 5th - Period 3 - Advanced Beginner's Guide to watching the Jerries be crazy
This week, the Activities Area was set up differently. There were easels set in a circle around the room. In the center was a mattress with a few pillows on it.
"Welcome!" cried one Jerry.
"Welcome, tax accountants and Frisbee Olympic stars!"
"We have no bowling shoes for you this week!"
"No! Because this week, we feel it is time that we get serious about our art."
Both Jerries nodded solemnly. "But only if you are mature enough to handle it, Jerry! There will be no childish giggling in here! Or we shall send you right out!"
"There will be no rotary chickens here! For this week, we are sketching ..."
"The NUDE!"
"Behold!" Both Jerries wave their hands to the mattress triumphantly. The empty mattress.
"And now begin!"
"Jerry, wait!" One Jerry gasped. "Our model has been stolen!"
"The donkeys stole our model!?"
"Our model has drowned the donkeys!?"
"Our model is still in the closet!"
"Ah, yes." Jerry ran over to a closet and appeared to be involved in a deep conversation with its inhabitant. "She wants a raise, Jerry."
"Fine, fine," said the other Jerry dismissively. "She's paid until Thursday anyway, tell her we shall pay an extra can of sardines and she can borrow the hairdryer."
"Jerry," said one Jerry sternly. "We have no hairdryer."
"Jerry!" The other Jerry waved frantically. "She doesn't need to know that!"
"Ahhhhh. Very smart, Jerry!"
"Thank you!" And the Jerry by the mattress bowed while the other Jerry dragged their model out of the closet. (LINK IS NWS.)
Jerry set the model - who looked suspiciously like a very cheaply made blow-up doll - on the mattress.
"Now begin! Or we shall release the hounds!"
"Or the models!"
"Or the sardines!"
"Not the sardines, Jerry!"
"Yes! The sardines!"
"It is a madhouse!"
(Wait for the OCD, or the Jerries will release the sardines. The OCD is up, but I can't make any promises about the sardines...)
"Welcome!" cried one Jerry.
"Welcome, tax accountants and Frisbee Olympic stars!"
"We have no bowling shoes for you this week!"
"No! Because this week, we feel it is time that we get serious about our art."
Both Jerries nodded solemnly. "But only if you are mature enough to handle it, Jerry! There will be no childish giggling in here! Or we shall send you right out!"
"There will be no rotary chickens here! For this week, we are sketching ..."
"The NUDE!"
"Behold!" Both Jerries wave their hands to the mattress triumphantly. The empty mattress.
"And now begin!"
"Jerry, wait!" One Jerry gasped. "Our model has been stolen!"
"The donkeys stole our model!?"
"Our model has drowned the donkeys!?"
"Our model is still in the closet!"
"Ah, yes." Jerry ran over to a closet and appeared to be involved in a deep conversation with its inhabitant. "She wants a raise, Jerry."
"Fine, fine," said the other Jerry dismissively. "She's paid until Thursday anyway, tell her we shall pay an extra can of sardines and she can borrow the hairdryer."
"Jerry," said one Jerry sternly. "We have no hairdryer."
"Jerry!" The other Jerry waved frantically. "She doesn't need to know that!"
"Ahhhhh. Very smart, Jerry!"
"Thank you!" And the Jerry by the mattress bowed while the other Jerry dragged their model out of the closet. (LINK IS NWS.)
Jerry set the model - who looked suspiciously like a very cheaply made blow-up doll - on the mattress.
"Now begin! Or we shall release the hounds!"
"Or the models!"
"Or the sardines!"
"Not the sardines, Jerry!"
"Yes! The sardines!"
"It is a madhouse!"
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Talk amongst yourselves!
You poor, deluded thing.
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The sad sighing is, of course, entirely coincidental.
Pick an easel!
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He wasn't entirely certain what to do with the magic markers, but so long as they weren't black, he supposed they would do well enough.
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And then he started drawing.
And then he stared some more.
And then more drawing.
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It was possible she stole some of the blue from other easels.
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Then he started drawing a turnip. Just, you know, 'cause he could.
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*[[Old Lace being the dinosaur in that picture, not the girl.]]
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He started blowing on the whistle while taking inventory of the other... "art supplies". He shrugged, and dipped the tip of a neon yellow magic marker into blue fingerpaint, for that trippy two-tone effect.
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Halfway Through Class: Disaster Strikes
And Madeleine - her name is Madeleine, Jerry! didn't you bother to ask her her name!? - begins wilting. Rapidly.
Oh, yes, your model has sprung a leak. A big 'un. Have fun telling the Jerries.
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If the model was two-dimensional, his stick figure would be perfectly accurate.
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Halfway Through Class: A Solution, Jerry!
Both Jerries are running around in a circle, flailing madly.
"We are ruined!"
"They will never hire us as scuba instructors again!"
"Unless ... Jerry, I must!"
"No, Jerry! I forbid it! No!"
The darker-haired Jerry peels off his housecoat and throws Madeleine out of the way in order to stretch out on the mattress, one hand over his eyes. "Don't look! Don't objectify me! Sketch with your eyes closed!"
The blonde Jerry is running from easel to easel, dancing to stand between each student and the new model. "Don't look! That is my sister, Jerry! How dare you!"
Don't worry, you don't need to chug bleach. Jerry still totally has those flannel pajamas on. Not that that's a pretty sight, but let's be grateful for small favors.
So, sketch the not-so-nude. If you don't mind being threatened by an angry Jerry.
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Release the Sardines!
By which I mean, if you ping into this thread, the blonde Jerry will throw sardines on your head.
If you don't want sardines on your head, don't ping in here. If you ping in here, you will be sardine'd.
You have been warned.
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What a shame.
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Talk to the TA!
Wait for His Archbishopness to ping in, please.
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And since they'd been sitting in there from before everyone was shooed out in to cabins, you're probably better off not asking for them.
(And he thought that the Jerries may have been insane, but were still delightful to talk to, so there was nothing really wrong with them.)
He was here if you needed to talk to him.
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Talk to the Jerries!
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