"Now…," Dr. Harvey began, looking sternly at the Ghostly Trio before him. "Let's talk a little about yourselves."
"Nah, let's talk about what ya got here in this drawer…any snacks in here? Huh , Doc?" Stretch ventured as he dug into a drawer and threw the stuff out all over the floor. Stinkie grabbed Dr. Harvey's coffee cup and balanced it on his head. Fatso blew a raspberry in Stinkie's face, then drank the coffee out of the cup.
Dr. Harvey cleared his throat. "Listen, I was thinking that maybe we could talk a little about your pasts. For example, can you remember how you…how you died?"
Stretch's mouth formed a zipper and he zipped it closed and threw away the key, as if to say 'We ain't talkin, Doc'!
"I want to help you, but you have to talk to me, okay?" Dr. Harvey was determined to keep his cool and to have patience. "Now I want you to try and remember some details about your life and death. If you can do that, I'm sure – Hey! Put that down! Stretch, I'm not kidding now…Fatso, stop that! Stinkie, I'm warning you! Don't do that until I get a window open! God, I need I drink of water."
Dr. Harvey left the office for a minute to get some cold water and a tranquillizer. When he got back, the Trio was sitting calmly on the floor with creepy smirks on their bluish-white faces.
Dr. Harvey sat down at his desk. "Well now, are we ready to talk?"
"Sure thing, Doc," Stinkie said coolly.
"We'll talk about anything you want," Fatso added.
Dr. Harvey nodded. "Fine. Let's talk about the three of you."
"Anything but that," Stretch sneered.
"Why not?"
"Because!"
"Because why?"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE A QUACK! THE DUCK GOES QUACK! QUACK QUACK QUACK!" The Trio shrieked with laughter at their own dumb doctor joke.
Dr. Harvey rolled his eyes. "Why won't you cooperate with me?"
"Because we don't wanna talk to ya and that's all there is to it!" Fatso insisted.
Dr. Harvey reached for his glass of water and sipped it.
"That's right, Doc!" Stretch sing-songed. "We won't talk! Not even if you take away our yummy grub! Not even if you tickle us! Not even if you tie us to chairs and beat us up with clubs till we're a bloody pulp!"
Dr. Harvey nearly choked on his water. "WHAT?!" He dropped his cup and jumped out of his chair. "Those police! You were brutalized in a police station, weren't you? That's how you died! It's all true, isn't it? ISN'T IT?!"
The Ghostly Trio looked at each other for a moment. They were silent.
Dr. Harvey's eyes were wide. "You can talk about it with me," he said softly. "I'll understand."
Stretch floated closer to Dr. Harvey with a sad look in his eyes. "Doc…Can I tell ya something?"
"Of course," Dr. Harvey said, soothingly.
Stretch took a deep breath, then he picked up the glass of water on the desk, and poured it over Dr. Harvey's head.
"YER ALL WET!" Stretch shouted in his face. The Ghostly Trio laughed hysterically and swirled around the room in twister-form. Then they were gone.
Dr. Harvey grabbed a napkin to dry the water off his face. Well, this session didn't exactly go as well as I had hoped. But maybe – just maybe – it wasn't completely pointless.
"Nah, let's talk about what ya got here in this drawer…any snacks in here? Huh , Doc?" Stretch ventured as he dug into a drawer and threw the stuff out all over the floor. Stinkie grabbed Dr. Harvey's coffee cup and balanced it on his head. Fatso blew a raspberry in Stinkie's face, then drank the coffee out of the cup.
Dr. Harvey cleared his throat. "Listen, I was thinking that maybe we could talk a little about your pasts. For example, can you remember how you…how you died?"
Stretch's mouth formed a zipper and he zipped it closed and threw away the key, as if to say 'We ain't talkin, Doc'!
"I want to help you, but you have to talk to me, okay?" Dr. Harvey was determined to keep his cool and to have patience. "Now I want you to try and remember some details about your life and death. If you can do that, I'm sure – Hey! Put that down! Stretch, I'm not kidding now…Fatso, stop that! Stinkie, I'm warning you! Don't do that until I get a window open! God, I need I drink of water."
Dr. Harvey left the office for a minute to get some cold water and a tranquillizer. When he got back, the Trio was sitting calmly on the floor with creepy smirks on their bluish-white faces.
Dr. Harvey sat down at his desk. "Well now, are we ready to talk?"
"Sure thing, Doc," Stinkie said coolly.
"We'll talk about anything you want," Fatso added.
Dr. Harvey nodded. "Fine. Let's talk about the three of you."
"Anything but that," Stretch sneered.
"Why not?"
"Because!"
"Because why?"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE A QUACK! THE DUCK GOES QUACK! QUACK QUACK QUACK!" The Trio shrieked with laughter at their own dumb doctor joke.
Dr. Harvey rolled his eyes. "Why won't you cooperate with me?"
"Because we don't wanna talk to ya and that's all there is to it!" Fatso insisted.
Dr. Harvey reached for his glass of water and sipped it.
"That's right, Doc!" Stretch sing-songed. "We won't talk! Not even if you take away our yummy grub! Not even if you tickle us! Not even if you tie us to chairs and beat us up with clubs till we're a bloody pulp!"
Dr. Harvey nearly choked on his water. "WHAT?!" He dropped his cup and jumped out of his chair. "Those police! You were brutalized in a police station, weren't you? That's how you died! It's all true, isn't it? ISN'T IT?!"
The Ghostly Trio looked at each other for a moment. They were silent.
Dr. Harvey's eyes were wide. "You can talk about it with me," he said softly. "I'll understand."
Stretch floated closer to Dr. Harvey with a sad look in his eyes. "Doc…Can I tell ya something?"
"Of course," Dr. Harvey said, soothingly.
Stretch took a deep breath, then he picked up the glass of water on the desk, and poured it over Dr. Harvey's head.
"YER ALL WET!" Stretch shouted in his face. The Ghostly Trio laughed hysterically and swirled around the room in twister-form. Then they were gone.
Dr. Harvey grabbed a napkin to dry the water off his face. Well, this session didn't exactly go as well as I had hoped. But maybe – just maybe – it wasn't completely pointless.