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The Ventriloquist Act 15
The next day of class Jasmine informed Mr. Hanks the dummy came back to attack her.
"What? Awww geez."
"I don't know what to do now."
"Apparently I don't either," he said.
"I think me and my momma goin to die soon, so don't be surprised if I don't show up to class tomorrow or never."
A thought just came to Mr. Hanks. "The act is not over yet."
"What?" She asked, with a baffled expression.
"I think we need to talk to a ventriloquist dummy expert."
"Where can we find one?"
"I don't know. Somewhere. Maybe in town."
"Mr. Hanks, you can't find no expert on dummies here. This is the hood. Don't no black person know nothin bout no dummy doll."
"There you go, just like your mother. Very stereotypical."
"What the hell that's supposed to mean Mr. Hanks?" She asked, crossing her arms.
"It means you can't go around judging a book by it's cover. Every culture does the same as others do. We are all humans."
"True."
"Just give me a day or two. I will see what I can search up."
"Thanks Mr. Hanks."
Mr. Hanks nods his head.When Jasmine left the classroom Mr. Hanks put his arms behind his head and leaned back in his seat. He was thinking on what he should do. "I don't know where to start. I don't know who to talk to about this. I know who I can talk to. Well let's start with Google, since Google is everyone's best friend. I'm going to do this at home Friday." He got up from his seat, and packed up and left.
Mr. Hanks stayed up all Friday night searching for some leads to find another miraculous way on how to cease a dummy. He cares about Jasmine and her mother. He cares for all of his fellow students, and he would do anything to help them.
An hour later, he thought he found something that could help Jasmine. He found out the information and he received the address from an expert on dummy ventriloquists. The place he found was named Whump Mucket Puppet located 440 Bronside St, Oakland, CA 94612.
"I think Jasmine was right. The only locations I see who is experts on ventriloquism is white people. Now I sound stereotypical."
As soon as he had written down the address, he went straight to bed. He thought about the early morning ahead on a trip to the Whump Mucket Puppet's place. When Mr. Hanks got up early in the morning around 6:00, he left right away. It was still night time when he drove to Bronside until 7:00 came. He drove 2 hours to locate the place, and arrived there at 9:02. The streets were very quiet. He parked right in front of Whump Mucket Puppet, "THINK TWICE BEFORE YOU ENTER."
"What the hell does that mean?" He asked himself. After he said that, the door opened wide. A tall man wearing a black suit and bow tie, and black hat had let him inside. The man's outfit appearance resembled a ventriloquist dummy's clothing. From the inside looked like a funeral home compared to the outside that looked like an ordinary storefront shop.
"Can I help you with something?" The man asked.
"Yes. I desperately need your help with something. I am in danger by a ventriloquist dummy," Mr. Hanks said, covering the fact that Jasmine and her mother is the one who is really in danger.
"Come in," the man directed him inside. As they walked further through a dark hallway, there were ventriloquist dummies placed in every corner just like in the horror films about dummies. The place creeped Mr. Hanks out, and for a second he thought maybe one of those ventriloquist dummies could be the one that is attacking Jasmine. They went inside a room with caskets filled dummies inside that displayed as dead. All different types of scary dummies. The man had a desk near the back and they sat there.
"So, what can I help with?" The asked again.
"To get the facts straight, I am not the one who is specifically in danger. My student is the one."
"You're teacher?"
"Yes. My student needs my help. I thought I instructed her the steps on how to take that dummy searching through Google PDF files."
"Google? No. Google is an error of true expertise. You did exactly right coming to my service."
"I thought Google was everyone's best friend?" He asked.
"Half friend indeed," the man said.
"Hahaha."
"You say this dummy is attacking your student?"
"Yes. Her mother doesn't believe her, I'm the only person she told,"
"Well. The easy way out of this. You must burn the dummy."
"How?"
"You must burn the dummy by releasing the force out of it's soul. You burn it anywhere. You see, dummies back the 15th centuries were some reported cases of dummies being possesed by their owners who carried them everywhere they went."
"Interesting. I taught that in my class"
"I see you're familiar with the history."
"Yes, but I didn't know they can come back in this time."
"Sometimes their bodies rest for decades and than when a spirit enters, they target it's next victims. So you must burn the doll."
"Why didn't I think of that in the first place?" Mr. Hanks questioned himself.
"Because your friend Google has betrayed you," the man said.
"Hahahaha. I guess so," Mr. Hanks laughed and got up from the seat. "Thanks man." He reached out his arms for an hand shake.
"Good luck," the man said, giving him a handshake in return.
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"What? Awww geez."
"I don't know what to do now."
"Apparently I don't either," he said.
"I think me and my momma goin to die soon, so don't be surprised if I don't show up to class tomorrow or never."
A thought just came to Mr. Hanks. "The act is not over yet."
"What?" She asked, with a baffled expression.
"I think we need to talk to a ventriloquist dummy expert."
"Where can we find one?"
"I don't know. Somewhere. Maybe in town."
"Mr. Hanks, you can't find no expert on dummies here. This is the hood. Don't no black person know nothin bout no dummy doll."
"There you go, just like your mother. Very stereotypical."
"What the hell that's supposed to mean Mr. Hanks?" She asked, crossing her arms.
"It means you can't go around judging a book by it's cover. Every culture does the same as others do. We are all humans."
"True."
"Just give me a day or two. I will see what I can search up."
"Thanks Mr. Hanks."
Mr. Hanks nods his head.When Jasmine left the classroom Mr. Hanks put his arms behind his head and leaned back in his seat. He was thinking on what he should do. "I don't know where to start. I don't know who to talk to about this. I know who I can talk to. Well let's start with Google, since Google is everyone's best friend. I'm going to do this at home Friday." He got up from his seat, and packed up and left.
Mr. Hanks stayed up all Friday night searching for some leads to find another miraculous way on how to cease a dummy. He cares about Jasmine and her mother. He cares for all of his fellow students, and he would do anything to help them.
An hour later, he thought he found something that could help Jasmine. He found out the information and he received the address from an expert on dummy ventriloquists. The place he found was named Whump Mucket Puppet located 440 Bronside St, Oakland, CA 94612.
"I think Jasmine was right. The only locations I see who is experts on ventriloquism is white people. Now I sound stereotypical."
As soon as he had written down the address, he went straight to bed. He thought about the early morning ahead on a trip to the Whump Mucket Puppet's place. When Mr. Hanks got up early in the morning around 6:00, he left right away. It was still night time when he drove to Bronside until 7:00 came. He drove 2 hours to locate the place, and arrived there at 9:02. The streets were very quiet. He parked right in front of Whump Mucket Puppet, "THINK TWICE BEFORE YOU ENTER."
"What the hell does that mean?" He asked himself. After he said that, the door opened wide. A tall man wearing a black suit and bow tie, and black hat had let him inside. The man's outfit appearance resembled a ventriloquist dummy's clothing. From the inside looked like a funeral home compared to the outside that looked like an ordinary storefront shop.
"Can I help you with something?" The man asked.
"Yes. I desperately need your help with something. I am in danger by a ventriloquist dummy," Mr. Hanks said, covering the fact that Jasmine and her mother is the one who is really in danger.
"Come in," the man directed him inside. As they walked further through a dark hallway, there were ventriloquist dummies placed in every corner just like in the horror films about dummies. The place creeped Mr. Hanks out, and for a second he thought maybe one of those ventriloquist dummies could be the one that is attacking Jasmine. They went inside a room with caskets filled dummies inside that displayed as dead. All different types of scary dummies. The man had a desk near the back and they sat there.
"So, what can I help with?" The asked again.
"To get the facts straight, I am not the one who is specifically in danger. My student is the one."
"You're teacher?"
"Yes. My student needs my help. I thought I instructed her the steps on how to take that dummy searching through Google PDF files."
"Google? No. Google is an error of true expertise. You did exactly right coming to my service."
"I thought Google was everyone's best friend?" He asked.
"Half friend indeed," the man said.
"Hahaha."
"You say this dummy is attacking your student?"
"Yes. Her mother doesn't believe her, I'm the only person she told,"
"Well. The easy way out of this. You must burn the dummy."
"How?"
"You must burn the dummy by releasing the force out of it's soul. You burn it anywhere. You see, dummies back the 15th centuries were some reported cases of dummies being possesed by their owners who carried them everywhere they went."
"Interesting. I taught that in my class"
"I see you're familiar with the history."
"Yes, but I didn't know they can come back in this time."
"Sometimes their bodies rest for decades and than when a spirit enters, they target it's next victims. So you must burn the doll."
"Why didn't I think of that in the first place?" Mr. Hanks questioned himself.
"Because your friend Google has betrayed you," the man said.
"Hahahaha. I guess so," Mr. Hanks laughed and got up from the seat. "Thanks man." He reached out his arms for an hand shake.
"Good luck," the man said, giving him a handshake in return.
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