Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

“I can't believe it. I can't believe it.” One voice calls from the crowd. “It's Monitor Man!” Another pixie squeals. The crowd of pixies turn away from the podium to face Tinkletoes and Monitor Man. “I Love You”, “He's so Enchanting” and “Monitor Man Sparkles!” can be heard throughout the room. “Are those...pixies?” Monitor Man asks. Tinkletoes nods and whispers. “Yeah pixies and they love you.” Tinkletoes waves and smiles. “We're gonna talk to them. I'll do the talking. Do whatever I tell you.” Monitor Man looks at Tinkletoes and begins to protest. Tinkletoes turns to Monitor Man and lowers his voice. “Let me put this to you another way. Do what I say or I will hurt you. Physically.” Monitor Man looks Tinkletoes in the eyes and says, “I think I can take it.” “You're under contract right?” Tinkletoes asks quietly. “A little bird told me that you're scheduled to be on camera a lot

“Space aliens. I was talking about shooting space aliens.” There is a brief silence then a burst of activity and flashes go off. “If you have a problem with space aliens what is your philosophy regarding the magical community?” A pixie asks looking at Tinkletoes scornfully. “I want the beings of the magical community to be safe.” He answers. “All of them?” Another pixie asks. Tinkletoes looks at TP, Carp and Dobby for guidance turning back to the pixies he says, “Yeah.” “That means pixies as well as faeries.” The first pixie says. “As well as dragons and demons. DE-MONS!” Another pixie stresses in a high pitched voice. “Dragons and demons too.” Tinkletoes agrees. A new pixie enters the pool of peporters (those are pixie reporters just so you know) he stops and whispers something to the first pixie. “What about Ninja Zombies?” “Um...um...” Tinkletoes says his mouth flopping open, closing, and flopping back open. “Isn't it true that you

“You don't enlist.  You have to be elected.”  Carp says. “I've always stood out among the competition.  This shouldn't be too hard.” Tinkletoes says. “There are nearly twenty other candidates currently running for President.” Carp points out. “Less than twenty huh?  Light competition.  You keep acting like this is gonna be hard or something.” “You have to be chosen by a majority of your peers.”  Peter adds. “I got along with everyone in my company.  I'll have no trouble getting elected.” “He doesn't understand.”  Dylan says looking at TP. TP spins midair and in a swirl of activity does a costume change.  The faerie appears in powdered wig, bleached shirt, waistcoat, frock coat and breeches as worn during colonial times.  TP clasps his hands behind him and begins the lesson. “There has been a President of the United States since 1789.  He is an official elected by a majority in a general elect