The Humbug: A Short Story

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Milo, Tock, and the Humbug all sat in the small vehicle as they drove further and further down the road. It was quite beautiful out; there were miles, and miles of open fields with tall, luscious grass dancing in the wind, small flowers were beaming with brilliant, spectacular colors. Bees buzzed around the flowers and collected honey, the sky was a beautiful shade of blue, the sun was shining high in the sky, and just the right amount of huge fluffy clouds hardly sheltered the powerful rays. The Humbug and Tock were casually discussing their favorite letters in the alphabet.
“The letter ‘S,’” the Humbug continued, “is my personal favorite, of course. So savory, so scrumptious. Spicy, yet sweet. And maybe even a little salty, if you were …show more content…

The best jokes were taken to Silly and Billy, the two brothers who ruled this small village and they would juice the jokes into drinks and they'd share it with the rest of the town. When people drank the juice, they would laugh. The more they laughed, the more laughing gas was produced, and the laughing gas was used to fuel the town. One day Silly and Billy decided that they wanted the town to be taken seriously, so they locked up all the laugher and jokes in the Serious Safe. After all the silliness was taken away, the village people and the town itself became less lively and more languorous. The more Silly and Billy refused to show any signs of laughter, the colder they became, until eventually their skin became tough like a shell. Now they never laugh or smile at …show more content…

“But we don't know any jokes,” admitted Milo, timidly.
“Yeah, I'm not too good with jokes myself,” Tock looked down at his front paws and scratched at a patch of dead grass.
“NONSENSE!” the Humbug exclaimed, “We decided we would help these small beings, we should try our very best to do so.”
And with that, the group marched up to a big building—if big can describe a building hardly 6 feet tall. The door seemed round and squiggly, unlike most square doors Milo had seen. Hanging in the middle of the door was a bronze smiley face door knocker, as if it was frozen in time, laughing out loud. There was an old, bronze placard sitting just above the door with a muddy, white sheet drifting over it, flowing quietly in the wind. It was so incredibly muddy and rusty, you couldn't quite tell what it said. The Humbug lifted the raggedy sheet and smeared his hand over the placard to wipe away the muck. It read:

SILLY AND

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