Whatever Happened To Monitor Man?

Writer Lady sits down in front of the computer.

"Mom?" Dobby asks.

"Yeah?" Writer Lady answers and then sips on her coffee.

"So, what ever happened to Monitor Man?"

"Good question,” she answers.

"Let's check the papers." Writer Lady says.

Writer Lady starts looking for articles about Monitor Man. "So according to these papers you brought me, Monitor Man either has left Hollywood to be the leader of an obscure Third World country in

the South Pacific, was abducted by Aliens, or fell in love with an Alien and ran off to an obscure Third World Country in the South Pacific. This one says he went to South Argentina which is located in France? Dobby, what kind of newspapers are these anyway?" Writer Lady looks at the front. "Kitty these are tabloids."

"So." Dobby says.

"These are not a reliable source for news."

"Just call him and ask him what he's doing." Dobby says looking at Writer Lady expectantly.

"He didn't give TP a phone number. He didn't ask for one either. Face it Dobby, that visit was due to a tear in the space time continuum. So kitty. I love you. If you want to see Monitor Man you are going to have to turn on the TV like everyone else."
“O-kay..." Dobby leaves High Command muttering (I always knew there was something wrong with that guy--no catnip, no phone calls)(more muttering) He'd have a lot to answer for if he had accepted any of Mom's pie. Entering the living room, he sees the remote on the couch. Dobby jumps up on the couch and starts changing channels using the tip of his tail. “Where are you? Stop hiding from me. There you are.” Dobby stops and watches Monitor Man. Closely. “You're mine now.” Dobby jumps down from the couch, crosses to the TV, backing up to the television stand he lifts his tail and...
“DOBBY! What do you think you're doing kitty?” Writer Lady exclaims.
“Nothing.” Dobby answers lowering his head.
“You promised me when I adopted that you were a gentleman that would never raise his tail.” Writer Lady says.
“Mom, you promised not to get my nuts whacked off either. We both know how that turned out.” Dobby reminds her.
“You got me on that one. What were you doing? You never behave like this.”
“I'm mad.” Dobby says.
“At who?” Writer Lady asks.
Dobby turns his head, looking up at the TV.
“Oh...”
Dobby turns his head looking back at Writer Lady. “Aren't you?”
Writer Lady sighs, thinks for a moment and says, “No I'm not.”
“But he...”
“He what?”
Dobby's expression goes blank.
“Exactly. He didn't do anything. TP brought him here under false pretenses. He didn't call the cops, didn't yell he was kidnapped. He was polite, gracious and took the time to have a nice visit. Then he went home. Monitor Man did nothing wrong.”
“He never called.” Dobby says.
“People don't call after they visit sometimes. It's not required.” Writer Lady points out. “It was a surprise. A gift. It's time to let it go.”
“Aren't you sad or something?” Dobby asks.
“It's me Dobby. I can cry over pretty much anything on a bad day. It is part of who I am sometimes. I only have good feelings about Monitor Man's visit and so should you.”
“Let it go huh?” Dobby asks.
“Let it go.”
“You know you never could have hit the TV spraying from down there anyway.”
“I was going to spray while I jumped up to the level of the TV. I had it all planned. Right between the eyes.”
“All you would have done was destroyed the TV.” Writer Lady points out.
“You need a new one. One I'll like watching more. Besides Grandpa hates that you still have this.”
“It's fun watching Grandpa try to break it so I have to get a new one. Nothing is ever going to break this TV.” Writer Lady says grinning.
Dobby looks up at the TV. Monitor Man reappears on the screen. “You didn't send me any catnip. You weenie.” Dobby says, jumping up he raises his tail and...the television sizzles, crackles and goes dark.
“DOBBY!”
“It's okay Mom. Let it go. Just let it Go.”