The Obsession Connection

Hey, FOLCs! You know the routine by now :) Here is Krazyworld, part... 6? Enjoy!

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Lois and Clark ate dinner at a cutesie kiddie place in Krazyworld. Bazoo Bear and Rickley Rabbit served them dinner. It was all Lois could do not to start cracking up, right as Bazoo was serving her a Chinese Chicken Salad with extra tomato.

After Bazoo left, Lois said, "Have you ever thought about who is inside those costumes?"

Clark pretended to look shocked. "Costumes? Lois, do you mean to tell me that isn't *really* Bazoo Bear?"

"Don't make me throw a piece of lettuce at you," Lois warned, laughing.

After dinner, they walked along the boardwalk overlooking Krazyworld Bay. As they passed a vendor selling cotton candy, Lois just knew she had to have some. "I'll take one cotton candy, please," she told the vendor. She paid a dollar-fifty and she and Clark were on their way.

She offered some cotton candy to Clark, and he took some, thanking her. Just as he did, he noticed she had a little cotton candy on her nose.

"Lois, you have--", he said, trying to point without everyone in Krazyworld noticing.

"What?" she asked, sounding alarmed. "What do I have?" She felt her face.

"You have some..." he began, and then started laughing and couldn't stop.

"Clark!" she cried, sounding exasperated and amused at the same time. "What is it!?"

Helpless to the laughter that controlled him, Clark reached over and brushed the cotton candy off of Lois's nose. "You had this," he said. "On your nose."

She didn't miss a beat. "It's a new fashion statement," she informed him. "Cotton candy on the nose is all the rage in Paris...or so I've heard."

"Really," he said, surpressing his laughter for a moment.

"Yes, really. Here," she said, pulling off a bit of cotton candy. She put it on Clark's nose. "See?" she said. "You look great. Very fashionable. Very chic."

Clark grinned, and took some cotton candy of his own and placed in on Lois's nose. He pretended to look thoughtful.

"I wouldn't say 'fashionable'," he said. "But on you, anything looks great."

She studied his face, not sure whether he was joking or serious. But she said, "Why, thank you, Clark," and took his hand as they continued along the boardwalk, the destination: their hotel.

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The next morning, Clark was awakened early by a steady knocking on the door. He got out of bed, threw on a shirt and his glasses, and realized that the knocking was coming from the door leading to Lois's room. He opened it.

"Yes?" he said, raising his eyebrow at Lois, who was fully dressed and ready to go.

"Clark, I realized about an hour ago, while I was lying in bed, that we only have two more days of vacation left, and plenty we still need to do. So," she said, inviting herself into his bedroom and sitting on his bed, "I think we should get an early start this morning. You with me?"

He gave in. "Why not?"

Her face broke into a smile. "Great! I'm going to go downstairs to the lobby, to the gift shop, to get a new strap for my sunglasses. How about if I meet you at the Pancake Shack in fifteen minutes?"

"Okay," Clark agreed, and Lois got up to leave. But before she went out the door, she seemed to have an afterthought, and she turned back to Clark. "This has been a lot of fun," she told him, and then turned, and left.

Clark quickly showered and got dressed, and went downstairs to meet Lois. They were staying on the tenth floor of the hotel. As the elevator descended, two teenage girls got on the elevator at the sixth floor, and an elderly gentlemen got on at the fourth floor. And somewhere between the third floor and the second floor, the elevator jerked to a stop.

"Um, what's going on?" one of the girls asked, looking annoyed.

"Probably an electrical failure," the old man said, sounding wise. "These things happen all the time. Very rarely do they result in a catastrophe."

"Very rarely?!" The girl cried. "You mean sometimes there are catastrophes?"

"Calm down, Jenn," the second girl said. "We're only on the third floor. If the elevator were to plummet to the ground, we wouldn't be in too bad of shape."

"Speak for yourself," said the old man. "Haven't you ever heard of an elevator catching fire? Spontaneous combustion? Bombs?"

"Bombs!" Jenn yelped.

Clark decided it was about time to intervene. "There are no bombs," he assured the girls, glaring momentarily at the old man. "Now, doesn't this elevator have a phone or something?" It didn't. So Clark pressed the emergency button, and covered his ears a split second later as an ear-defeaning alarm went off.

"Now look what you did!" the old man scolded Clark.

Clark ignored the man and glanced at his watch. He was supposed to have been meeting Lois right now! Dumb elevator. If there weren't other people in the elevator, he might have tried to find away to super-escape. Then again, the elevators were probably monitored by security cameras--he checked--yep, they were, and the last thing he needed was for a super feat to be caught on tape.

The alarm was shut off just then, and a woman's voice came over an intercom. "Don't worry," she said. "There seems to have been a minor electrical failure."

"Told you," said the man, sounding very pleased with himself.

"We'll have you out of there in no time," the voice assured them. "Just please be patient...and stay calm! There is no need to panic."

Clark sighed.

"Sarah, why do they always tell you there's no need to panic, when there actually is a need to panic?" Jenn asked, sliding to the floor in a sitting position. Sarah joined her. Clark figured he might as well sit, too, if they were going to be there awhile. The old man just looked ticked off, and he made faces into the security camera.

"I have no idea," Sarah said. "But I have to go to the bathroom."

The man turned slowly away from the security camera, and looked at Sarah. His eyes got very wide, and he turned back to the camera. "Help!" he hollered.

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Lois glanced at her watch for the thirty-third time. Where was Clark? Maybe he got delayed, she thought. She decided to go back up to their rooms to look for him. When she got to the elevators, there were some workers by one of the elevators. "What's going on?" Lois asked.

"Sorry, ma'am, the elevators are out of order," one of the workers said. That's when Lois noticed that there were signs pasted to every elevator that read: OUT OF ORDER.

Well, no wonder it's taking Clark forever to get downstairs! Lois thought. He had to walk down ten flights of stairs! She went back to the Pancake Shack to wait for Clark.

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"We're going to die," Sarah told Jenn. "We're going to starve to death and then we are going to die."

"No we're not," Clark said. "We'll be fine."

"That's what I thought, when I was in the war," the old man spoke up. "There were paint bullets flying past me, but I told myself I'd be all right. Then I stepped in a booby trap and fell six feet into the ground. Broke my leg."

"What war was this?" Clark asked, looking confused. Paint bullets?

"I'll have you know it was the Annual War at Camp Callerbucky. My team, the blue team, won five years in a row. Until 1939, that is, when our team was sabotaged by the red team. God help them the next year, though, we told ourselves. We vowed revenge, but sadly enough, the camp burned down that November."

"Tragic," Clark said, glancing at his watch for the fifty-ninth time.

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"Clark, where were you?" Lois demanded, both angry and worried, as Clark--finally--made his way into the Pancake Shack.

"Didn't you hear? The elevators got stuck. That's where I was," he said, sounding apologetic.

"You were stuck on an elevator?"

"Between the second and third floors," Clark said. "If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. I-was-in-the-war over there," he said, pointing to the old man he'd been on the elevator with, who was being yelled at by his significant other for being late.

Lois studied him. "I believe you," she said. "Let's eat--I'm starving!"

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To be continued in the next newsletter!