Gerard the Jerboa was perplexed. For starters, he wasn’t sure how he’d been tricked into babysitting, though he vaguely remembered Conejito being involved. Maybe perplexed wasn’t the right word given said involvement. Was he flummoxed? No, he was perturbed and perhaps a little enraged. Babysitting was one thing—one that could be adventurous!—but somehow that gig had morphed over time.
First, the Spuckler family, which Conejito had introduced him to, convinced him to transition from babysitting their large brood to nannying the kids while the parents went about the business of being adult hillbillies. Then, it went even fuller time with Gerard taking on the role of au pair. The Spucklers, being hillbillies, didn’t use that term, instead opting for Granny Gerard. Gerard, though, had his dignity, or what was left of it, so he put au pair on his business cards, even if he couldn’t explain why he needed business cards.
He also put it on his résumé, again inexplicably since he wanted to get into a different line of work, but even though he craved adventure, intrigue, he knew he couldn’t get involved with Conejito again. Or so he thought. For as he sat sipping on glass of delicious pineapple juice and preparing to make a break for it—the Spuckler children could survive without him—he received a message from the rabbit.
Every time he thought he was out, Conejito pulled him back in. He didn’t want to comply, but he wanted his copy of “Hysteria” back.
Stop being difficult. Bring me a large ice cream cake made in my likenes to the abandoned barn at midnight or you'll never see your Def Leppard cassette again.
— Henry 3000 (@Henry_3000) May 22, 2018
He paused, preparing to face this new challenge.
I gather strength from my long blink.
— Mary (@AnniemuMary) May 22, 2018
He decided to recruit an accomplice. He knew just the man for the job.
"hey sometime this weekend could you get the chainsaw and––"
Me: OH YES— Jeff Newton (@yonewt) May 19, 2018
After dropping off the cake and retrieving the Def Leppard cassette, Gerard offered Conejito some choice words.
I hope you’re attacked by a coyote. It’s that time of year.
— LTB (@_Tempo11) May 18, 2018
Conejito took it in stride.
Don’t ask my point of view, I’m highly acclimated to stress and insanity.
— Mable Gertrude (@MableGertrude) May 17, 2018
His childhood had informed his sensibilities, after all.
one time when i was a kid we adopted a chupacabra. anyway, it ended up giving our entire village the plague
— Sunshine Jarboly (@SunshineJarboly) May 17, 2018
Plus he had contrarian opinions.
Hostility is such an under-appreciated emotion.
— TattleTaleSister Ⓥ (@TattleTSister) May 17, 2018
As they took leave of the abandoned barn, Jeff remembered his manners, even though he had to take some liberties with reality.
Your gated enclave is beautiful
— DonQuickOats (@DonQuickoats) April 26, 2018
For etiquette is important.
You can pronounce the L in salmon but don’t you dare use the wrong salad fork.
— Sadie Smith 2.0 (@SadieSkyNinja) May 22, 2018
Off they went, on the road less traveled.
Drive your car on the bike path for a few miles and all the sudden you’re the one with the problem.
— Darla (@ddsmidt) May 8, 2018
They arrived back at the Spuckler place just as the first child was awaking. He wasn’t necessarily excited about it.
Woke up sentient, again.
— Marriedballs McGinty 💏 (@IronballsMcGinT) May 13, 2018
A second child dragged down the stairs and proposed to the first that they go trout fishing. His reply, while sentient, was somewhat confounding.
Are… are we lab partners now?
— Cat From Nowhe®e (@kv8) May 13, 2018
They headed to the fishing hole. Once there, things took an odd turn. Gerard had to break the silence.
Squirrel: [stares at me for 10 minutes with sad eyes]
Me: This squirrel knows too much.— antisocialsocialist (@gobmentcheese) May 8, 2018
Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly given we’re discussing a jerboa that was working as an au pair, the squirrel responded.
There’s substance here; not just blood and ghosts
— tinydeathmachine (@diemydarkling) May 2, 2018
The child who had risen first chimed in.
I’m abrasive and endearing
— Type O-Meg (@UpTo40Meg) May 4, 2018
Jeff was starting to wonder if tagging along had been a mistake.
The journey, as lackluster
as the destination.— BadFabergé (@ipalatsky) May 3, 2018
Gerard assured him there was a point to all this. He was less than convincing.
I’m getting there, wherever that may be.
— Any Train (@Anytrain) May 3, 2018
A third child showed up at the fishing hole and threw a rock in the water, scaring all the fish, before mentioning a disturbing occurrence from the previous night. Annie parachuted in to offer expertise.
Tell me about the scratching you heard in your closet. Would you describe it as frantic or perhaps more exploratory?
— Annie Hatfield (@HatfieldAnne) May 22, 2018
Hearing the conversation, the closet creature emerged and muddied the waters, metaphorically this time, unlike the rock from a second ago.
Doctor: Are you a danger to yourself or others?
Me: You mean I have to pick one?— The Happy Squirrel (@TheHappySquirrl) January 15, 2018
Things were getting confusing, but Gerard encouraged them to persevere.
If you’re going to be overwhelmed, at least be good at it.
— Maui Speaks (@Maui_Speaks) April 28, 2018
And also to think outside the box, particularly when it offered a counter to nighttime disturbances.
I love doing karate in the moonlight because I’m all about aggressive silhouettes.
— Crow Magnom (@distracted_monk) May 1, 2018
A fourth child awoke and came outside. She was pleased with the results, not least of which because fishing can be better when it’s cloudy.
*steps outside.
Sky darkens.
*smiles.— Roxy (@laboxalaroxa) April 27, 2018
Gerard realized everything was going according to plan, albeit a loose one.
Strive to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children – but also that of animals, plants and ghosts, just to be safe.
— {rialise} (@_RiALiSE_) April 24, 2018
A nearby tree started ringing. Jeff located a telephone disguised as a pinecone, Maxwell Smart-style.
I don't always pick up calls from numbers I don't recognize, but when I do, I answer by whispering "Hey comrade Alpha, is this a secure line?"
— secretdonkey (@secretdonkey) May 1, 2018
The person on the other end of the line offered a cryptic response.
My love for fried chicken knows no bounds.
— SmartassChef ™ (@SmartassChef) March 28, 2018
Jeff responded in kind.
Before I die I just want to be able to headbutt someone who tied me to a chair for questioning?
— Lord Jame (@ObscureGent) April 30, 2018
And added:
I guess I’ll never fight someone on top of a speeding train.
— Thrill Hicks (@thrillhicks) April 30, 2018
Bobby chimed in. That’s when Jeff realized it was an old-school party line.
Give me the nuclear codes. No one would expect me to have them
— Böb Jänke (@Bob_Janke) August 16, 2016
I cracked open an ice-cold Zima, surveyed the scene, and asked myself, “Am I doing this right?” The first clue to the answer was held in my beverage, but there was a second.
Every time someone points out my fly is undone I act embarrassed but in truth I never give a care. My veneer of civilization is the most delicate membrane.
— Jack Boot (@IamJackBoot) May 24, 2018
Nevertheless, I persisted, for I had an excuse.
But how are we supposed to be psychologically stable if we grew up watching claymation?
— Olive Gravy (@offbeatoliv) May 24, 2018
At that moment, yet another child emerged from the house to offer a proclamation.
Hey girls wearing jean shorts with your ass cheeks hanging out, can you please stop appropriating my culture. My great great great grandparents wore those and you’re disrespecting their trailer park traditions.
— Anna Grace (@graceupongracie) April 30, 2018
Someone, I don’t know who as the ensemble was getting out of hand, retorted.
Can I get that in skywriting, please?
— O D E T T E (@ODeadInside) May 7, 2018
Then someone else, we’ll figure out who in a minute, dropped out, also realizing things were getting out of hand, but remembering to be polite.
*hands you a fistful of cough drops* these have always brought me luck
— sarah (@girlnarly) May 18, 2018
And now for a word from our sponsors. At least one potential sponsor.
The new Buick LaCrosse comes with a young Timberwolf in the third row seating
— fightgeek (@fightgeek) May 22, 2018
We can’t forget the slots reserved for local advertisements.
So crazy that you can make a memory foam mattress out of cauliflower
— AsKateWouldHaveIt (@KateWouldHaveIt) May 16, 2018
I took another sip of my Zima and began to question my actions.
Always at war with self-destruction.
— Miss Muse (@bevandeveire) May 23, 2018
Then I took yet another sip and offered my own proclamation.
The important thing is that I learned a lesson about pretending to learn lessons.
— Casey Duncan (@caseytduncan) May 16, 2018
And also a promise.
Stand back and watch in awe as my version of Olivia Newton-John’s “Physical” sets this convalescent home talent show ablaze.
There may be mobility scooter choreography.
— J™ (@CommonSavant) May 13, 2018
One of the children, the one Annie had talked to, grew bored with the proceedings and headed off to other adventures.
My shower curtain always knows when I need a hug.
— Jawbreaker (@sixfootcandy) April 30, 2018
On her way out, she offered some thinly veiled criticism.
How is rigamarol even spelled
— Her Tall Boots (@fuzzlime) May 9, 2018
But also encouragement.
Stay haughty my friends.
— Mulva74 (@mulva74) May 14, 2018
I decided then and there to upgrade my style.
People believe whatever you say if you wear a monocle.
— heather lou* (@heatherlou_) May 5, 2018
A notification appeared on my phone. I had an email. I decided to believe it wasn’t spam. The threat, if ignored, was too dangerous.
I just want to go down in history as the woman who quashed the robot uprising.
— Cam (@GinAndJif) May 7, 2018
On the other hand…
A deathbed for two, please.
— V (@Inferno_V) May 12, 2018
No, I had to keep on keeping on, if for no other reason than to keep this streak going.
I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I’ve never owned a vest.
— Pasta Fazool (@chrisdowning) May 21, 2018
But on the other other hand.
Hook your thumbs under the edge of your vest, rock back on your heels, dazzle me with your charm.
— Mrs. Fitz (@PFitzpa) May 14, 2018
It was then that another character ambled off, though no one questioned it.
When people asked where she was headed she usually just pointed at the funeral home and went about her business.
— Wondering (@stillwondering1) April 14, 2018
Because, I mean.
enjoy my array of disarray
— now what (@jaimiealley) May 23, 2018
Then another departed, having some pressing matters to attend to.
You know nothing about awkward until you've tried to post a llama through the conventional channels of mail delivery.
— Evie (@soulindivision2) April 25, 2018
Gerard started to realize his adventure may not have been real, but instead just a lively internet forum.
just a girl waiting for a prison escapee to get close enough to my car so I can run him over. Do I not deserve that? Am I not pretty enough? Will I never experience that rush?
— em jazzin cats (@EmiAirHeart) April 29, 2018
Which wasn’t without its perks.
It'd be fun to have weeble-style garden gnomes to pitch into random yards as I drive by, wouldn't it? Yes. Yes, I think it would.
— 5oclockeveryday (@5oclockeveryday) April 29, 2018
Though still straining credibility.
Hey-I’m as suspicious of my own bullshit as you are
— Al Dente (@six_2_and_even) May 22, 2018
Except for this, which was totally legit.
The gang is mad that I used all the plutonium to hit the Olive Garden again tonight.
— Burning Mom (@MomOnFire) May 19, 2018
And this.
I’ve finally arrived, and I’ve brought the apocalypse with me for good measure.
— Bogey (@OneyeBogey) April 21, 2018
With that, the last of the children headed back home. Gerard realized it was time to move on. Also, he knew the perp, but he liked Rocket.
it's hot and humid and the raccoons knocked over our garbage now how am i supposed to go on with my life.
— The Getaway Girl (@The_GetawayGirl) May 20, 2018
Gerard said his goodbyes. Jeff was off to chainsaw things, Annie was still investigating, Bobby was doing his best Hank Scorpio impression, the others were doing whatever they were doing. All in all, it wasn’t Gerard’s best job, but he could spin it on a résumé, plus he had plenty of business cards left he could use to fake people out if need be.
But he needed a base, somewhere to nest in and recalibrate. A home from which to make his next move. He popped in his “Hysteria” cassette, cranked up the volume, and got an idea. It was time to go underground, deep underground. Soon he would be able to command delivery of his own ice cream cake, but first, he needed a secret location.
There's an abandoned mine shaft for every purpose under heaven.
— Insignificant Funds (@4SLars) May 1, 2018