Abbott and Costello getting mixed up with Egyptian grave robbers while he slowly ate his gummy macaroni and cheese.
About an hour into the movie, Clarence saw a parade of blue elephants march across the living room. They resembled old timey elephants, like the kind they would use in an old Disney cartoon.
These sudden hallucinations had been happening to him a lot in the last few days. He would see things...weird things. They would just appear right in front of his eyes, without warning.
Clarence blamed it on his poor eyesight and advancing age. Just one of those things.....he was probably tired, that's all. Plus he had a gosh-danged headache to beat the band!
He had been getting some real doosies lately. He didn't dare tell....what the heck was her name? Fiona? Carol? about it, though, or she'd probably........what was he thinking about again?
One of the blue elephants produced a trumpet and merrily tooted a cheerful tune. Clarence clapped his hands. It was a lovely show.
"Bravo! Bravo!" his creaky voice cried out.
He scratched a confounded skeeter bite on his ankle and fell asleep in his recliner with a smile on his face. He was later woken up by a horrible choking fit. Clarence forced his tired old body out of the recliner, and braced himself to tackle the stairs.
The stairs were the main reason his daughter wanted him to move in with her family. His daughter and her family lived in a one-story ranch house.
Clarence slowly made his way up the stairs, stopping at every step to gather up his strength. He looked up into the dark hallway at the top of the stairs and saw a blue elephant there, waiting for him.
The elephant trumpeted, as if to say, "Hurry up old man!"
"I'm coming!" Clarence told the elephant. "Be patient! Gosh darn elephants."
H is last hallucination had been a giant pink triangle with a cartoon face. The triangle kept threatening to sit on him. At least the elephants were more polite.
It was interesting to Clarence's old brain that he could barely see two feet in front of him, yet his hallucinations came through clear as a bell, as though he had 20/20 eyesight.
Of course, Clarence Barnaby had absolutely no clue that he was slowly descending into madness. He just accepted his odd visions as status quo...part of the aging process.
Right now, his main objective was to get up the gosh-dang stairs so he could go to the bathroom and collapse into his nice warm bed with the thick plaid blanket of his boyhood.
He used to take that blanket with him on camping trips, up in the Great Smoky Mountains....
He finally completed the trek upstairs. The elephant was waiting in the bedroom, he could see.
"Just a minute!" Clarence called out to the giant cartoon elephant. He ducked into the bathroom that had been cleaned today by that woman...who was she again?
Wait...what was he thinking about?
The light in the bathroom seemed way too bright for his poor old eyes.
Clarence squinted his eyes in pain. Suddenly, something seemed very funny to the old man. The toothbrush in the green cup on the counter was dressed in a business suit!
The old man giggled.
"You got a job?" Clarence asked the toothbrush.
"On Wall Street!" the toothbrush replied, smiling cheekily with it’s bristles.
The toothbrush then produced a tiny briefcase.
Clarence was impressed. He thought the toothbrush would make a fine....what did they do on Wall Street again?
Clarence started laughing. The toothbrush suddenly sprouted legs and danced a jig inside of the green cup. Then the old man started coughing again.
He couldn't do anything anymore, it seemed, without these gosh danged coughs taking over his entire body, making him feel like he was drowning.
Fresh air. He needed fresh air.
” GET OUTTA MY WAY, YOU DUMB ELEPHANT!" the old man bellowed, as he stormed into the bedroom and made a B-line for the open
About an hour into the movie, Clarence saw a parade of blue elephants march across the living room. They resembled old timey elephants, like the kind they would use in an old Disney cartoon.
These sudden hallucinations had been happening to him a lot in the last few days. He would see things...weird things. They would just appear right in front of his eyes, without warning.
Clarence blamed it on his poor eyesight and advancing age. Just one of those things.....he was probably tired, that's all. Plus he had a gosh-danged headache to beat the band!
He had been getting some real doosies lately. He didn't dare tell....what the heck was her name? Fiona? Carol? about it, though, or she'd probably........what was he thinking about again?
One of the blue elephants produced a trumpet and merrily tooted a cheerful tune. Clarence clapped his hands. It was a lovely show.
"Bravo! Bravo!" his creaky voice cried out.
He scratched a confounded skeeter bite on his ankle and fell asleep in his recliner with a smile on his face. He was later woken up by a horrible choking fit. Clarence forced his tired old body out of the recliner, and braced himself to tackle the stairs.
The stairs were the main reason his daughter wanted him to move in with her family. His daughter and her family lived in a one-story ranch house.
Clarence slowly made his way up the stairs, stopping at every step to gather up his strength. He looked up into the dark hallway at the top of the stairs and saw a blue elephant there, waiting for him.
The elephant trumpeted, as if to say, "Hurry up old man!"
"I'm coming!" Clarence told the elephant. "Be patient! Gosh darn elephants."
H is last hallucination had been a giant pink triangle with a cartoon face. The triangle kept threatening to sit on him. At least the elephants were more polite.
It was interesting to Clarence's old brain that he could barely see two feet in front of him, yet his hallucinations came through clear as a bell, as though he had 20/20 eyesight.
Of course, Clarence Barnaby had absolutely no clue that he was slowly descending into madness. He just accepted his odd visions as status quo...part of the aging process.
Right now, his main objective was to get up the gosh-dang stairs so he could go to the bathroom and collapse into his nice warm bed with the thick plaid blanket of his boyhood.
He used to take that blanket with him on camping trips, up in the Great Smoky Mountains....
He finally completed the trek upstairs. The elephant was waiting in the bedroom, he could see.
"Just a minute!" Clarence called out to the giant cartoon elephant. He ducked into the bathroom that had been cleaned today by that woman...who was she again?
Wait...what was he thinking about?
The light in the bathroom seemed way too bright for his poor old eyes.
Clarence squinted his eyes in pain. Suddenly, something seemed very funny to the old man. The toothbrush in the green cup on the counter was dressed in a business suit!
The old man giggled.
"You got a job?" Clarence asked the toothbrush.
"On Wall Street!" the toothbrush replied, smiling cheekily with it’s bristles.
The toothbrush then produced a tiny briefcase.
Clarence was impressed. He thought the toothbrush would make a fine....what did they do on Wall Street again?
Clarence started laughing. The toothbrush suddenly sprouted legs and danced a jig inside of the green cup. Then the old man started coughing again.
He couldn't do anything anymore, it seemed, without these gosh danged coughs taking over his entire body, making him feel like he was drowning.
Fresh air. He needed fresh air.
” GET OUTTA MY WAY, YOU DUMB ELEPHANT!" the old man bellowed, as he stormed into the bedroom and made a B-line for the open
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