Laurel & Hardy
Egg Spell
Hardy is busy in the kitchen, trying to acrobat his toes to get a more attentive look at the egg tray. His enormous belly & slab is in opposing position.
Laurel: Why are you so worked up on the eggs? You know you can’t balance your weight on two foundations. Toes are off the table to distort your weight. Hardy, on unexpected voluntary advice, managed to fall backwards on the ground with a resounding sound. Thuuuuuuuddd!!!
He was massaging his bum with one hand, which could hardly cover 1/4th in one slash — throwing out his other hand to Laurel. Who, with his two outstretched hands and one leg in the air, the other clinging to a pillar and still could barely manage to pluck him up.
Hardy: Laurel, you will never leave your antics behind. Why can’t you ring the bell? And wait until I come and fetch you, instead of showing up from my kitty’s window.
Laurel: You should thank me, I don’t let you needlessly test your strength on your ground by walking too hard. You never know; you might one day give up on managing your weight. I guided you to abandon this manner instead of relocating your base to a refugee camp. The comfort you get is irresistibly comfortable. You’ll never get lonely, and you’ll always end up with unwanted friends. The excess of nature will be at your disposal; you will end up making mouse, squirrel and monkeys happy by renting out your belly while sleeping for bungee jumping. And the most crucial point to consider is that your weight can be exclusively managed by mother earth, allowing you to cradled to earthquakes.
Hardy kicked Laural’s rear end throwing him outside the kitchen, but Laurel Limping came back to disturb him. Hardy sees him coming in again.
Hardy: I’m not in the mood for insanity. I’m on a tight diet rather than gorging on an entire platter of eggs. I have settled to eat one egg in a day. I want to make sure it’s the biggest one on the tray.
Laurel: Oh! Now I get your reason behind staring into those eggs, making them feel embarrassed for not hatching.
Hardy mounts his hands on his immeasurable waste stares at Laurel.
Laurel: Quickly pulling back, says, I will help you, buddy. You are not doing it the correct way. The way you are attempting to make a breakthrough will take place by the end of the day. By that time, you will faint of hunger, breaking the floor & sieving into it.
Hardy: Yeah, that’s how I felt when I emphasized a lift; it made it look smaller compared to the other. And so, I ended up in circles doing the same thing infinite times.
Laurel takes out a magnifying glass from his sack. I am taking command of the post.
Laurel: Let’s prove it with this; it should be easier & faster. Hold the long-distance of an arm above the egg tray by moving the magnifying glass horizontally along each row. The largest in every row, we mark a redpoint.
Hardy: That sounds a splendid idea!!!
Laurel & Hardy had finally on six rows had struck a sixer. They stared into those six eggs & the eggs stared back at them.
Laurel: Now for the concluding destination. Let’s get these six eggs to the Fish Bowl to Nugget.
Hardy seems baffled.
Hardy: I figure you didn’t hear me carefully; the eggs are for me, not for Nugget.
Laurel ignores him proceeded towards Nugget shattering the silence by reaching Nugget.
Laurel: Patience is something that always runs in the opposite direction of you. Now, let’s put one egg at a time with Nugget. The maximum overflow of water will determine which is the biggest.
Hardy rubs his belly.
Hardy: You’re a scholar; without you, everything looked impossible. My diet finally seems a dream is coming true, which I had forgotten in an unused drawer. Fortunately, I decided to bend down to clean it, fighting with my belly. Then a dusty visiting card that reads the name of my dietitian. It made me take the plunge one more time in this black mess.
Laurel keeps his finger on Hardy’s lips, signalling to focus on a bigger game. He started laying eggs one at a time with Nugget. He Did One lap but had no results. As they were unable to decide on the maximum tsunami was caused by which. The second round took place, then the third after that, they both lost track of the tally. Nugget looked all upset by the undesirable chaos.
As Laurel & Hardy seemed entirely occupied in the eggs, the water flow and their profound conversations ignored the rest. Without looking at Nugget’s remaining water level, he was halfway inside and halfway out of the water. He was looking for some attention. But the duo seems to forego this method and trailblazing a new manner. All of a sudden, Laurel eyes fell on the sinking ship,” Nugget.” He immediately pushes Hardy to the dry land, where he breaks the floor, making a pit looking like a flower bud ready to bloom. Laurel was quick to break all six eggs on Nugget. They were allowing him to relive a second life. The pit began to open its mouth like a starving crocodile. Laurel happy to see Nugget didn’t see his misstep, which made him fall beneath Hardy holding his leg.
Later was reported that Hardy’s cat, Whisker, had gone looking for her rescue team. Neighbours called 911 as 100 cats entered the house, saying the cats took the house hostage.
Special Credits/Loans to Eggs, Nugget the Fish, Whisker the Cat & her Team Mates.
Written, Produced & Directed by Diya Saini
