“What happened to the other pink elephant, Ziffie?”
“Howard? (Do) you mean Howard?”
“I don’t know his name,” the visiting Baker reinforced.
“Island,” Ziffie spoke. “Skies,” Ziffie clarifed. “Island in the Skies,” Ziffie amalgamated.
“So he’s left [delete name] town?”
“Not far,” Ziffie then said. “Island. Skies.”
“Yes, I gathered,” spoke Baker Bloch flatly. Where *is* Hucka Doobie? he thought to himself.
“So this is it, Hucka Doobie. Right where Ziffie said it would be.”
“And where did you meet these people? These elephants?”
“That town right over there. Baker Bloch pointed to his left. The town you were suppose to meet me in.”
“Sorry I lost the landmark. I’ve had a lot of things on my mind lately.”
“Pollinating party organizing is tough, I’ve heard. But only from you.”
“And I had other stuff to do.” Hucka Doobie didn’t clarify.
“Well, should we?”
“Not much to it, Baker Bloch.”
“A good view of the town, though,” Baker offered, peering over the south edge. “I suppose that’s why he chose the spot. Didn’t want to go too far up with it.”
“Should we go inside this cottage?”
“Call first… but I don’t have… wait, I remember the name now.”
“Spit it out.”
“Howard?” Baker called. “Howard??” he said again. No answer.
“That’s enough of a warning for me, along with a rap on the door. Three times then we’re in. My rule.”
“Alright,” Baker Bloch agreed.
“No knocking needed, Baker Bloch. Door just opened right up.” Hucka Doobie gazed at the blood red curtain just beyond. He turned to Baker. “I’m not afraid, are you?”
“No,” the half dead avatar lied.
They plunged ahead with sweaty palms.
“This is all there is?”
“It’s the Black Lodge, silly,” states Hucka Doobie, breathing a little easier. “Twin Peaks; Black Lodge.” I wonder where the midget is?”
“I believe dwarf or little person is the appropriate terminology, Hucka Doobie. And being about 3 feet tall yourself, you’re one to talk.”
“I know who did this. Must be Buster Damm. Or that Tonshi woman. Or both of them together. This is where *they* went. I feel (this truth) in me from head to feet.”
“Go ahead and try out a chair Hucka Doobie.”
“I have a better idea,” said the bee-person. “We’ll do it together.” They positioned themselves in front of 2 of the 3 chairs. “Alright, on 3. One, two…”
The scene shifted. They were outside on the sky island again.
“Not even a cottage up here,” spoke Hucka Doobie, not remembering the last 10 minutes in the least.