“It really is very nice, Hucka Doobie. But — where are all the *new* collages?”
“Well,” she responds to Marty as they keep walking toward the Temple of TILE, perhaps the final destination of the night. “*That* process has basically been absorbed in the generation of the Collagesity *photo*-novels, photos equaling vague or simplified types of collages quite often. Like this.”
Marty looked over at the profile of the walking bee-woman. “Like what?”
“Never mind,” she says, “that wasn’t for you.”
“Hmm.” They continue forward toward The Junction. Official name? They pause here.
“Temple of TILE — thataway, Marty. Barry X. Vampire’s new writing house: dead ahead. Which way do we go?”
“Is this, ahem, another *collage*? One I can’t see?”
“Maybe, er, baby.”
“Listen, baby. I must be going. Lemon is coming over for stew, bringing Yoko Ona. The “Coming Up” song really worked! He’s back in business. Solid lime-green he is. You should come see him.”
“I saw that Barry X. Vampire had written about that,” spoke a noncommital Hucka Doobie. “But — what of the solid lime green auto? Back in Storybrook.”
“Oh that place is so *history*,” quickly replied Marty, waving his hand in dismissal. “Lemon’s taken its place. You have to choose between green and yellow. You can’t have one over the other.”
“But you *can*.” Marty didn’t understand this. After pecking her cheek with a swift kiss he chose the path to the Temple of TILE to get to the Circuit La Corse which would take him home. Hucka Doobie stood her ground, staring ahead at Barry’s place on Collagesity’s edge and wondering what just happened. Next to the town dump currently he is. Barry hadn’t complained about the smell yet. Perhaps that’s a bad sign about his health.
“You and Marty had a *what*?”
“I think — it was a kind of date (!)”