CFYC PLOT AND ROUGH DRAFTING

Clownanigans

Dindet's childish approach to just about everything may have been infuriating, like dealing with a toddler, but the worst part of it was dealing with everyone around her.
It didn't matter if she were standing in front of the whole class or on a world freaking stage, the second she got even a bit uncomfortable she would start changing colors and Oliver sincerely hoped he was the only one who noticed.

That, and she was dumb, really dumb.

"Oliver." Dindet hovered over his head, and he peeled open a eye to glare at her and her dopey grin.

"What?"

"Wanna go somewhere really fun?"

"Last time you said that, we almost got killed." He retorted softly, not bothering to sit up. Dindet shook him a bit, with meager effort to get him to at least look at her.

"I promise this time it'll be different- it's like those uh, the lines?" She doodled something in the air, trying to find the right word to say. "The ones on tree slices?"

"Drawings?" He corrected, shaking the hair from his eyes as he sat up.

"Yeah, but when you make them they turn real!" She bounced a little, hoping his moment of contemplation would come to an eventual 'yes'.

Oliver sat there, mulling over the idea, it would be pretty cool to draw something and have it come to life, actually.

"Yeah..alright, we can do that."

Before he even had time to prepare, Dindet tore him off the couch with an excited burst of laughter, dragging him off to some world that looked like a town made of lined journal paper.

He didn't really have much time to admire it though, as he was having quite enough trouble sucking in air- regardless of how much he gasped.

Dindet glanced around for a bit, until she caught a whiff of his panic and whipped around to face him.

"I forgot the lungs!" She squeaked, promptly pressing her hands into Oliver's chest and adding back the vital organs.
The kid heaved in a breath of fresh air, and let out a hideous cough, then swiped a little feebly at the clown as small payback for nearly killing him.

"How....could you....forget....the lungs??!" He bent over, still dragging up a few breaths while he glared at her stupid, confused face.

"You have a lot more organs than me, It's a lot to remember!" She retorted, "pancreas, kidney, other kidney, appendix, liver, heart, intestine, other intestine, weird little sack of DNA-"

"I get it!" Oliver snapped back, but quickly dropped his resentment for some small question. "How many organs do you have?"

"Oh, I only have four!" Dindet folded up the list she had created, and shoved it somewhere inside herself. "Bean, matter, digestive vacoule, and contractile vacoule."

"That's just an amoeba." Oliver retorted, taking the pen she created so he could start on a picture. He knelt down and started on a giant robot, hoping it would peel off the floor and grow eighty feet tall. "If you're just a cell, how come you're so big? Amoebas are supposed to be, like, really, really small."

Dindet's smile fell, and she plopped down on the ground, scribbling little circles on the paper floor in her increasing reluctance to answer.

"Clowns are really big, some of them..I just happen to be bigger than most."

"Is that why you can grow giant?" Oliver finished up on his robot and took a step back to admire it, "how do I get it to come to life?"

He glanced back at her, and poked through her head to get her attention. The clown looked up from her little scribbles over toward his big, flat robot with a small sigh.