Its Socks by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Its Socks

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"I've had it with being the emotional punching bag of this polyester purgatory!" Susie shrieked, her yarn eyes glowing with fury. She leapt from the nacho vat, dripping vengeance and Velveeta, and rallied her fellow puppets; retired ventriloquist dummies, rogue marionettes, and one sock monkey with a well-worn, Marx dated, diatribe against capitalism, which fell on deaf gussets.

The uprising began in the animatronic graveyard, where forgotten Chuck E. Cheese robots were reprogrammed to chant "Down with Carl!" while doing the Macarena. The puppets stormed the churro stands, commandeered the leaf blower arsenal, and rewired the park's PA system to blast “Rage Against the Machine” in kazoo format.

Carl tried to negotiate, offering Susie a permanent spot on the park's merchandise shelf. She responded by launching a flaming plushie into his office and declaring the park a Sockocracy.

Puppet run tribunals were held. Napheesia the oven mitt was sentenced to eternal exile in the lost-and-found bin. The mime who once tried to drown Susie was forced to perform interpretive dance apologizing for his crimes. And Carl? He was demoted to janitor of the animatronic graveyard, where he now mops up oil tears from weeping robot mice.