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Mad Marcy


Disco Rage

Cynthia grooves into the living room with her disco ball singing “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor. She is singing at the top of her lungs. Marcy reacts.

Marcy Yells At The Disco Ball


Cynthia (startled):  Oh… sorry.  Really?

Marcy (raging):  Four days of nothing but happy peppy disco is making me mad. I need some rap. I need some heavy metal. I need some Marilyn Manson.

Cynthia:  Awww, but that music is angry and depressing. “Why be mad when you can get glad?”

Cynthia chuckles at her joke.

Marcy (seething):  I’m… so… mad.  I’m gonna DESTROY that disco ball.

Marcy Tries To Kill The Disco Ball

Cynthia:  Okay okay… I’ll leave. Hmpf. Maybe Penelope Kitten will boogie on down with me.

Cynthia and her disco ball groove off to find Penelope Kitten.

Cynthia:  Hey, Penelope… wanna disco dance with me?


Penelope And The Disco Ball

penelope kitten:  no.  disco sucks.  i like britney.




Marcy, I’m Home!

Cynthia exuberantly bursts into the front door with her suitcase.

Photo by Rita Petersone – Lazdina of MyMonography Etsy Shop
 Bon Voyage, Mademoiselle

Cynthia:  Hey Marcy girl! I’m back!

Marcy:  Yay!

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Marcy and Cynthia perform a Happy Dance that is not unlike chickens sidestepping hot pavement.

Marcy stops suddenly.

Marcy:  Wait. I’m mad at you. And, I am not supposed to speak to you for the next five hours.

Cynthia (disappointed):  Awww…really?

Marcy:  Sorry. Cat Rules 101. One hour for every day you were gone.

Civil Air Transport 

Marcy:  In fact, I can’t even LOOK at you.

Marcy stalks off a few feet, turns her back, puffs up like a turkey, and whips her tail back and forth.

Cynthia (hopefully):  But don’t you want to see my pictures?

Marcy gives Cynthia a snide sideways look and continues to whip her tail back and forth.

Cynthia:  So you’re in this for the duration, I guess. Five hours of the silent treatment. Sigh… I guess I’ll unpack.

Vintage Girl and Suitcase, source unknown

Marcy spends the next five hours looking like this:

Mad Marcy

Marcy:  I’m so mad at you.