CFYC PLOT AND ROUGH DRAFTING

Clownanigans

"Give it a name." She said.

Oliver tapped his finger on his chin, thinking over some choice names for this new robot, then he held out his hand in the most dramatic way he possibly could, and lowered his voice to sound as dramatic as he possibly could.

"I name thee Butt Nugget!" He bellowed, trying very hard not to drop the act. "Rise Butt Nugget! And be the Buttiest of Nuggets you can be!"

Oliver lifted his arm up, growing more and more red in the face as he tried to hold back his ridiculous amusement.

The lines on the paper floor peeled up, stacking and multiplying as they began to tower over him, the robot took one giant step toward him, and made a stance that mimicked the pose he drew him in.

"I AM BUTT NUGGET."

Immediately, the kid buckled up, dropping on the ground with howling laughter at the robots really stupid name.

"Dindet!!" He screeched, crawling on his hands and knees toward her to get her attention. "Listen! I named him Butt Nugget!"

He leaned on her, and immediately she was swirled up in his unabashed joy.
She dumbly glanced up from her bad art to look at the robot.

"I BUTT NUGGET AM YOUR HUMBLE SERVANT." The giant and absurdly serious robot dropped down on one knee and bowed its head toward Oliver who just as quickly wheezed with another fit of giggles until Dindet too
broke up with the contagious laughter.

"Draw something," Oliver hummed, pestering the clown with his pen, "draw something too."

Dindet waved him away a bit with a little chuckle and began on a picture herself, though it was small, and she was very, very bad at drawing.

"Baby butt." She stated, watching the novice lines and squiggles peel up from the floor to make what was probably, and supposed to be something.

"What is it?" Oliver poked the thing, letting out another light laugh.

"Its a robot?" Dindet circled her finger around it, as though that would clarify what amounted to a wonky cube with eyes and wheels, and some weird triangular thing poking out of its back.

"Wow, you're really bad." Oliver remarked, poking the toy with his pen. "Want me to show you how to draw?"

A humble offer, but he kind of liked being able to do something she couldn't.
She nodded a bit, and Oliver took it as queue to start a little tutorial.

"I usually start with shapes, like a circle, or square or something." He bent forward and sketched up a big circle, "then you add lines around it to make a guide for the body, see?"

Oliver stood up, gauging how far out he should go to match the proportions as best he could, then did exactly as he said, drawing out some lines to make the circle more like a stick person.

"After that, you make the arms and body and head and stuff- if you're drawing a person." He glanced over at her, and while she stared intently at the little progress, he recorded a few details, deciding on what to draw exactly.

Once he finished up, he sat back with a triumphant little smile, and gestured for her to judge. Dindet scooted closer, cocking her head.

"What is it?" She said finally, at a loss as to what he made.

"It's you, stupid," Oliver's brow furrowed, and he pulled himself to his feet, taking her with him so she could see the full picture. "How did you not know that?"

"Well, I don't know what I look like!" She retorted, "I've never seen myself before."

Oliver rolled his eyes, "well, you look like that."

He gestured back at the drawing, and began pointing small things out, "see? Here's your hat, and bowtie, and your big feet, frilly collar thing. I don't know why you're striped, but you are, and if I had colors, I would color it in and you would see how badly you match too."

Dindet shook her head, placing her hands on her hips as though she were ambivalent that he drew her at all. "Is that what a clown looks like?"

"Yes! That's what a clown looks like- It's what you look like!" He threw his hands up, growing more than a little frustrated at her. "Look, if I could do realism, I would, but this is the best I can do, and I think it's really good, okay?"

"I think it's really good too."

Wait, what?

"I really like it." She continued, smiling back at him and catching him completely off guard.

"I mean, it's not perfect- I could have done a few things better." Oliver backtracked, "I sort of messed up on your nose, it's not that big- and the circles on your cheeks are a bit lower than they're supposed to be.."

"No," Dindet interrupted, "I think it's perfect."

Dindet brought them back from the newly coined Doodleland, and Oliver immediately went for some long awaited dinner.

He came back from the kitchen with a plate of pizza rolls and promptly plopped down on the couch to flip on some background television before a spare thought caught in his mind and he stopped Dindet from heading off to the attic just yet.

"Next time, you can take me to the Cornucopia," he suggested. The alien froze for a moment, tensing up as a bit of her seemed to jerk and wile under her skin.

"No."

Oliver frowned, "Why not?"

"That's where you're from, isn't it?" He hunched forward, sizing up her opposition. "We let you hang around here all the time, so why can't I get to see where your home is?"

Dindet bubbled a bit longer, and shrugged him off with deliberate dismissal. "You wouldn't like it, it's really boring."

"A place full of clowns. Like you. Is boring." Oliver argued. She was making this way harder than it needed to be, and it's not fair that he has to deal with her all day long messing up his house, intruding on his space and she wouldn't even entertain the idea of taking him to her dimension?

"I bet you're lying," he said, prodding her in the side until his finger poked through the surface of her, "I bet it's just as weird as you and if you just-"

"I said NO!" She barked, turning bright red when she swatted his hand away with a short and wild glare.

Oliver retracted, clamping his mouth shut at her obvious anger with him and shifted further back in his seat to create some idle distance between them.

"Geeze, forget I asked." He muttered, letting her off to go help his dad. She lingered for a moment, shifting colors until she looked positively regretful of her outburst.

"I..." she swayed knotting her fingers up in her jester hat until they tore off and floated in the air around her head.

"Just forget it." Oliver shot a glare at her, which quickly faded when he caught how distraught the subject made her. She stared at him a tad longer, as if she were expecting him to say something else, but he didn't.