CHAPTER FIVE
Kelly peeked out of Room 2 early Saturday morning, wearing a green t-shirt with a wide-mouthed cobra on it from the Fort Worth Zoo and some blue jean shorts and white walking shoes she usually used for nursing clinicals. A long line of various beings had stretched to the common room down the hall. “Gee,” she thought, “this was a more popular idea than I thought.” She opened the door to their room, which was like a large apartment space rather than a single room. “Okay, everyone,” she told them, “let’s go!” Ed, Count, and Uncle Deadly, who was a blue dragon-like dead guy, were the first to enter. “Just down toward the end and to your right to the tunnel that leads to the Labyrinth,” she told them. She snapped her fingers. “Oh, yeah! Don’t forget to turn left. The right tunnel in the fork goes to Doozer Dome and Fraggle Rock.”
Ed had brought small glasses with him and a white cane with a red tip. His roommates stayed either at his side or just behind him. Ed had decided to come in a green polo shirt and dark blue jeans and black tennis shoes. Count von Count wore a black and floral cape and his red and yellow diagonal sash, but otherwise wore a t-shirt and some dark cargo pants, its pockets filled with something or other. Count rubbed his monocle on his t-shirt and placed it back over his left eye, grinning, always happy to go on a trip, as there would be new things to count on the journey and hopefully the destination. Uncle Deadly wore a ratty cloak over a polo shirt with red and white find swirly designs and black slacks with moth-eaten holes near the bottom. He grinned creepily at Kelly and nodded as he walked by.
Beth and Red were next, both wearing bright red tank tops and not-too-heavy backpacks, though Beth also wore khaki shorts and white walking shoes.
Caitlyn and Ailie both showed up after that, both wearing a black t-shirt with Jack Skellington and Sally kissing under the pale moonlight. They also wore some blue jeans and sneakers with reflective tape on them. Behind them, Zoot, dressed in his usual beatnik garb (floppy limp brown hat and oversized tight long-sleeved shirt and some corduroy pants, and Lips, dressed in an oversized white long-sleeved shirt with black wavy designs on the bottom and blue jeans and brown leather sandals.
Zoot barely watched where he was going, staring into a tote bag. “Are you sure we didn’t forget anything?”
Lips peered into the tote bag. “I thought we were bringing the Germ-X?”
Zoot snapped his fingers. “Man, I musta left ‘em in my other pants.” He brightened as he pulled out a small plastic tube. “It’s okay, though, I got some antibacterial wipes the other day and put them in the bag. We should be alright. The trip won’t last that long.”
Kelly smiled. “It’s thirteen hours.”
Zoot paled. He struggled to break free of the line and exit the room, even though he was near the tunnel. “Man, I gotta get a couple more of ‘em, then! I’ll never get outta there without contracting some God-awful bout of staph or something!”
Lips grabbed Zoot’s arms and dragged him to the tunnel entrance. “It’s okay, Zoot! Just don’t touch anything!”
“No, no! I’m gonna die!” Zoot continued to protest as Lips shoved and dragged Zoot out of sight.
Digit and Vicki shook their heads as they walked past, still wearing their My Fair Lady costumes. Kelly opened her mouth to protest that the invitation said to come casual, but she closed it again, a dark glint in her eye appearing. Maybe Vicki would twist an ankle in those high heels as she walked through some yeti dung or something. A grin flashed momentarily on Kelly’s lips. Waldo floated by, carrying Cotterpin on his back.
Kelly nodded to them. “Hey, where’s Lindbergh?”
Waldo stopped and glanced at Kelly. “Oh, he’s gonna take care of the pets that are around here for the ones that are going on the trip.”
Kelly smiled warmly. “That’s nice. Good luck, you two.”
Cotterpin waved. “See ya there!”
Dr. Teeth and Spamela showed up, wearing their typical outfits. Dr. Teeth was all into flashy colors and lots of gold bling all over his neck, while Spamela wore a light blue jacket over a tight red swimsuit.
“What’s happenin’, Kellah?” Dr. Teeth raspily blurted out, giving her five.
Spamela twirled a strand of her blonde hair in her fingers. “Um … Dr. Teeth? When you said this was an underground party … I was kinda hoping this wasn’t what you had in mind.”
“Hey, what were you expectin’, Spammeh?”
Spamela pouted. “Well, a rave maybe – in a nice part of town, where the dirtiest things are the ashtrays?”
Chamberlain found himself being shoved by Sweetums, a big shaggy brown monster with a fat lower lip and glow-in-the-dark yellow eyes the size of saucers, who only wore a loose sackcloth tunic and pants. Chamberlain squealed in protest, trying to dig his toe claws into the floor.
“Oh, shut yer trap!” Sweetums shot back in a gruff voice as he jostled the dark robe-wearing Skeksis. “Yer backin’ the whole line up!”
Alex and Bean finally became visible after Sweetums was out of the way. Alex had long dark hair. She wore a tight white shirt and blue jeans and some flip-flops. She tipped a pale fedora towards Kelly and smiled as she walked by. “Link an’ Animal’ll be here in a moment, as soon as Link can drag Animal away from the lawn sprinklers outside.” She giggled and motioned for Bean to continue walking, who wore a “Kiss me, I’m cute” yellow t-shirt.
Rizzo, a small brown rat, taller than Cotterpin and Waldo but smaller than Bean, jaunted up to the tunnel entrance wearing a blue and red sports jacket and baseball cap combo. He sighed. “A hole in da wall?” he asked. He pondered for a moment. “Can’t tell whether I should be happy in my comfort zone or insulted wit’ da stereotypical entrances for rats.” He shrugged, ate a chunk of pizza-flavored hot pocket, and scurried into the tunnel.
Ryan entered, dressed in a Jack Sparrow costume.
“Um,” Kelly noted, “actually, costumes aren’t necessary.”
Ryan nodded sadly and smirked. “Yeah, I know. Gonzo and laundry. Let your imagination work out why I only have this old costume to wear.” He grinned. “Unless I get to go naked. I think it’s high time we humans get the same ‘air it out’ policy that the Muppets get.” He shook his fist in the air. “It’s discrimination, I tell you, for the unfurred and unscaled!”
Gonzo bounded in, wearing a bright orange t-shirt with small silvery UFO’s printed all over, and garish multicolored pants, as well as his trademark sneakers with the black middles and the white ends. Camilla cheerfully clucked and preened as she walked by his side.
“Do we really have to go?” Pepe asked, wearing a beige t-shirt and a red hoodie.
Clifford, dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts and expensive-looking sunglasses, nodded. “Yeah, man, what’s a run-down place like Goblin City got for cool dudes like us?”
Kelly thought for a moment. “Well, there’s music, dancing, fairy girls --.” She stopped and looked around. No one was in the room. She could just spot the back of Clifford as he rushed past the tunnel entrance.
Pearl was the last to arrive, dressed in a blue sequined long-sleeve shirt and a blue and white cowboy hat. “Howdy, sugah,” she told Kelly. “Sorry I’m the last one up an’ about, but I got hung up on the way back from that Bar and Grill place down yonder.” She slapped her knee and grinned. “Hoo-ee, though … they sure do serve some good food down there!”
Kelly smiled. “Yeah, well, let’s go.” They entered the tunnel and turned left.
And forgot to lock the main door to the apartment.