Microwave Mansion

Yep, no fooling. Beset by a melancholy funk following my bout of Sammy Stephens-induced introspection (The Count offered comfort in the form of an old painting from his trunk, but it was small solace in my current state; I told him I thought it was a little too “Precious Moments,” which I now regret), The ‘Laces sought closure by rewatching his Sammy Stephens Dance-Jam tape a few more times (I acknowledge the poor quality, the VHS I recorded it on is from the 1970s and it seems that the oriented polyester film that serves as the substrate or backing supporting the tape’s magnetic layer has suffered some distortion over the years. Or it could be that the polyester polyurethane-based polymer in the tape binder has a case of sticky shed syndrome. Tyrone once heard that baking the tape in an oven at low temperature might cure such a condition, but he can’t bring himself to do it cuz he just knows he’d fall asleep and end up frying his favorite old movies like some crumbed catfish. Especially with the old-fashioned oven we’re working with in the Mansion). Now, tape-quality considerations noted, the ‘Laces could’ve sworn he saw a funny thing the 5th or 6th time he watched the tape over. Okay, I’m gonna come right out and tell you: Tyrone Shoelaces saw a ghost.

I know, The ‘Laces didn’t believe it either at first. But just as I was staggering down the hallway rubbing ma’ eyeballs, I near tripped over a furry little fellow scurrying past me. An intruder? No, he hastened to inform me, he was in fact a fellow resident of Microwave Mansion. The next particular imparted was his name: Dr. Duke McBaron. And following that, his vocation: parapsychologist.

To be continued…