It was a lovely day. Such a lovely
day for a disaster. Mrs Nuts was sitting in her favourite kitchen chair and
reading her favourite novel by far – Shontelle l’Torque: A Strong Woman. The
last pages were extremely emotional so Mrs Nuts couldn’t hold back anymore and
we could see a tear rolling down her cheek. Just then her husband, Mr Nuts came
in. His enormous Pringles-guy-like moustache was trembling for he had to giggle
at the sight of this sentimentally not the most stable woman.
“Oh, Edgar, darling, come here.
I’ll read you this bit,” Mrs Nuts called and sniffed loudly.
“Ah, God forbid, my dear!
Everything but that…” Mr Nuts’ eyes widened. Fear crept on this big fat man.
“Oh, Edgar, you’re being
prejudicial. This is the best book that could have ever been printed in the
whole wide world, in the whole history of mankind.”
Mr Nuts rolled his eyes.
“Trust me Edgar,” Mrs Nuts pursed
her lips.
“I’d rather not,” Mr Nuts
murmured, adjusted his trousers and sat down and one only waited for the moment
for the trousers to explode and the shirt to start firing buttons.
“Oh, Edgar,” Mrs Nuts sighed with
her hand on her mouth. She wiped her round eyes and stood up. Even when she
stood still she seemed to be moving or at least shivering all the time for her
flowery dress looked like a meadow in the breeze. Mrs Nuts smoothed down the
six hairs which were out of place, held her head high and announced: ”I’ve got
to go to the loo.”
Mr Nuts didn’t give a reaction
whatsoever because he was busy studying the earwax he managed to get out of his
ear with his little finger. After a few second Mrs Nuts had left the kitchen,
however, she came back.
“You’re not on the toilet, Edgar,”
Mrs Nuts stated more to herself, her eyes wandering uncontrollably.
“Wait a second,” Mr Nuts said
lazily, ”I’ll make sure, my dear… no, I’m not,” he looked at Mrs Nuts and
raised his eyebrows. Her mouth was again covered with her hand, her brow was
furrowed, her brain trying to process information.
“But the light is on…” Mrs Nuts
muttered. “The light…is…on.”
“What’s wrong, my dear?” Mr Nuts
was fully aware he must do something.
“The light is on.”
“I don’t understand.”
“The LIGHT is on.”
“What do you mean?”
“The light is ON.”
“My dear, calm down and sit down
for a while, will you?”
“Edgar, we must…”
“Yes?”
“…get him out.”
“Okay then.”
Mrs Nuts scratched her head
sending thirteen hairs out of their place. Mr Nuts took a deep breath, the
trousers and the shirt doing their best to keep the flesh clothed, and thought
hard how to get him out.
Mrs Nuts left the kitchen
shivering with sobs. Mr Nuts followed. She carefully placed her ear on the door
of the toilet. Then she knocked gently. Nothing. She knocked a little harder.
“No answer,” her lip trembled. Mr
Nuts swallowed hard and with a firm fist banged on the door.
“Honey, sweetheart, are you all
right? Your mum and dad are worried. Please, say something.”
Silence.
“Oh, Edgar, what are we going to
do?” Mrs Nuts lay her head on her husband’s chest.
“Stay at piece, my dear, I’ll
figure something out.”
“I’ll write him a letter. To
comfort him. So that he knows we are here for him.”
“That’s a marvellous idea!” Mr
Nuts agreed. Suddenly, the bell rang.
“Bloody hell, who is this?!” Mr
Nuts went to answer it.
“Helloooo neighbour!” Mrs Chaos
waved. “Aw, you look…ehm… anyway can I borrow your vacuum cleaner?” she smiled.
“It’s really not the right time,
Mrs Chaos. We…”
But in the meantime Mrs Chaos
managed to invite herself in and when she spotted poor Mrs Nuts not being at
ease she gasped and threw up her hands.
“Oh my, what has happened?“
“My-my son is stuck on the toilet.
He is not answering.”
“Good Heavens! He might have
fainted. And hit his head really bad. He may be bleeding. Lying there
unconscious in his own blood with his pants down. Soaking wet in his own red
sticky blood and…”
“Okay, thank you, Mrs Chaos, I
think that’s enough,” Mr Nuts grabbed her by the arm terrified what she might
have caused to Mrs Nuts’ nerve system.
“Oh, I’m just trying to help. Lord
knows I really am. Have you called the police? And the fire fighters…”
“Well, that’s actually a
marvellous idea,” Mr Nuts pondered the suggestion.
“…and the gravedigger – you know
just in case, to be ready…”
“MRS CHAOS,” Mr Nuts exclaimed,
“it’s been lovely having you around but if you’ll excuse us, Mrs Nuts needs to
take a rest now.”
“Ehm, okay. I just wanted to make
myself useful…considering the situation you’re in, one would think anybody
would come in handy. But no. They are picky even in an unfortunate situation
like this…well, and I wanted your vacuum cleaner by the way,” Mrs Chaos looked
them up and down.
“I’ll find the way out myself,
thank you very much,” and off she was.
Mr and Mrs Nuts stared blankly at
the place where Mrs Chaos was a second ago.
“Well, Edgar and what now?”
“I’ll call the fire fighters, my
dear. And Mr Stuck as well, I gather he was in a similar situation, he will
have experience in this…ehm…area. And then I’ll look for my shears, maybe we
could snip the hinges. And dear, supply him with water in the meantime. It
could work with a straw under the door. And don’t forget about the letter!”
“Brilliant, Edgar! You are the man
to count on when emergency arises. Now I know I have married the right man,”
Mrs Nuts cried melodramatically.
“Oh my dear!” Mr Nuts was touched,
approached Mrs Nuts and kissed her passionately on the forehead.
“Oh, Edgar, let’s rescue our son,
shall we?”
Some time later uniformed men
stood in a semicircle around the toilet, water supply was running, a letter was
written and delivered and another was already being written, Mr Nuts found the
shears but waited for the fire fighters to come up with a plan. Dozens of crumpled
papers were scattered on the floor – unsuccessful attempts and unfinished
strategies with flaws and inconsistencies.
“Time is running out, chief,” Mr
Nuts whispered to the head fire fighter. Sweat drops appeared on his forehead,
he breathed heavily and tried to stay concentrated.
“Yeah, yeah, we are working on
something right now…we ehm imagine it might perhaps work…we…” the fire fighter
assured Mr Nuts.
“Excuse me, but there is my son,
you should…”
“Hey, calm down, we know our
stuff, trust would be nice, too.”
“Yeah, sure. I’m sorry.”
“And a double espresso.”
“Of course,” Mr Nuts nodded.
“Would you, by any chance, want some nuts?” Mr Nuts added.
“That would be lovely.”
“My dear, you’ve heard the man, a
double espresso with nuts, and quick!” he called on Mrs Nuts.
The atmosphere was tense. The
clock was ticking. Everyone grew impatient. And the light was still on. But
then, out of nowhere a sound was heard. Everybody turned in the direction of
the door. The front door, however. They held their breaths and waited. Clinking
of keys, insertion of a key into the lock and the door opened. There he was,
the son of Mr and Mrs Nuts well and alive. He entered and raised his eyebrows
at the sight in front of him.
“Ehm, hello there. What’s up?” he
asked confused.
“Oh, my sweetheart!” Mrs Nuts
rushed towards him and embraced him in a tight hug. Mr Nuts was speechless and
just squeezed his shoulder.
“Whoa, what is this all about?!”
“Oh honey, we thought you were
stuck on the toilet…”
“Excuse me…?”
“But hold on a second. If you are
here then…then who’s there?” she pointed at the toilet door.
Everybody gave a
little gasp. Mr and Mrs Nuts’ son came to the toilet and pressed down the
handle. The door opened only to reveal an empty toilet with a huge puddle in
front of it and a couple of letters with smudged ink.
“Oh,” Mr Nuts laughed. “I must
have…must have forgotten to switch off the light.”
“Ehm…yeah…” concluded the son.
