...and other rumours

I hear that Bouncy's appearance will come about thusly: He's bouncing along, bounces into Arj, bites him and gives him rabies, and then chases Poopy down the street. Arj has to get a series of shots, and Poopy turns up living in France, painting trains and pootering from all the croissants and brie, until he realizes he misses Arj and schemes to get back to San Francisco by teaming up with a mobster on holiday in the French countryside. They end up in Spain, standing on the rocks at Gibraltar, taking photos of where John and Yoko were married in 1969, and then they stay at the Amsterdam Hilton, holding a bed-in for airfare. Arj reads of this in the San Francisco Comical in a story written by Reyhan Harmanci (look him up!), and realizes that despite his tummy pain (from the shots) he needs to bring Poopy home. Arj decides he must get at least to New York, ASAP, but then realizes Poopy was holding his wallet when the whole Bouncy debacle happened, so he has to hitchhike. He gets a ride with a series of flakes and nutcases, including the Three M's who attempt to molest him, but despite the temptation, his mission is a single-minded one. Find Poopy and bring him home. In the middle of Kansas, the car he's in has a blow-out, careens off the road into a field of corn, where Arj is kidnapped by a cult of demonic children (of the corn). Before they can sacrifice him to the Great Pumpkin, he escapes by telling these brats that Santa is not real, and that Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer became Rudolph the Tasty Venison Stew. While they're screaming and crying, Arj makes his escape, only to find himself in Council Bluffs, Iowa, unable to get out (seriously, I've been stuck there myself...you can't escape...much like Bremerton, WA). Suddenly, we see the return of Bouncy, who heard Arj is looking for Poopy, and in contrition, wishes to help him. Arj holds on, as Bouncy bounces right out of that trap of a town, and they get as far as Atlantic City. Arj, with his penchant for poker, decides to try his hand at winning some cash for the trip across the Atlantic, but he eternally loses, right down to his pocket lint and Bouncy's collar. They end up in NYC exhausted and destitute with no way to get to Poopy, who is now lounging on the French Riviera, wondering why he should return to foggy SF. Arj, desperate to make money, becomes a rent boy. A gigolo. With Bouncy as his Ratzo Rizzo. He scores a cowboy hat and some boots for his own "Joe Buck" style. As he wanders along, propositioning wealthy-looking women, we hear the strains of Harry Nilsson crooning "Everybody's Talkin". Takes him a while to get the airfare at $5 a pop. Finally, they're on their way to Gay Paree.
Once in La Francois, Arj picks up a paper to see if there's any recent news of Poopy, and it is then that Arj realized he didn't pay close enough attention in French class. He asks a nearby Frenchman to help him with the translation, but all the man says is, "Stupide Americaine!" and flicks the ashes of his Gauloise at him, stalking away.
Meanwhile, Poopy is rubbing shoulders with the hoity-toity as a celebrated artist, his paintings hailed as genius...trains so real you can hear their whistles blow. He gets caught up in the lifestyle...champagne, caviar, cocaine...he ends up strung out living in a bedsit on a sleazy sidestreet, sitting in cheap bars comiserating with other fallen artists and old hookers.
Arj wanders the dirty streets of Paris seeking shelter, Bouncy having abandoned him for a fancy poodle eons ago. Looking dejectedly pavement-ward, he spies a couple grungy, discarded coins, and decides what he could really use is a cheap beer. Rainier isn't available in Paris, so he wanders into a skeezy looking little dark, dingy hole in the wall, only to be unexpectedly reunited with Poopy, who is drunk and trying to roll someone for enough change for a line and some linseed oil for his old, worn brushes. Joyous to see one another, they dance, and dance, and dance. Their joy lightens the room...the muted colours tranform into something magickal and bright...the ancient hag barmaid suddenly becomes young and voluptuous (which Arj IMMEDIATELY takes notice of). The downtrodden patrons are gorgeous, hip, and vital once again. In their joy, they give all their money to Arj and Poopy, who quickly wing their way back home...only to discover they're out of cat food.


So what have YOU heard?

Lol great storyline Marie but do you think they can fit it in to a few minutes? I've got a great idea! Your story can be used but broken up into a 6 part mini-series, but Arj has to be rejected by a girl at some point. It wouldn't be Arj and Poopy if Arj doesn't get knocked back by a girl.

Cheers ;)

LOL...that's kinda the joke...it can't be fit into a short. Plus, there's all sorts of obscure references and in-jokes. Wouldn't YOU consider it 'rejection' if you're a gigolo and are only getting $5 each?(Except for the $5 thing, the references are about a movie from the late 60's, "Midnight Cowboy", which earned an X rating before 'X' became a rating for explicit sex films...starred Jon Voight--Angelina Jolie's dad---and Dustin Hoffman)

No it has to be blatant rejection like 'Unlucky in Love' lol. He needs to be shattered at some point where it is obviously clear he's been rejected. I'm so harsh haha.

Well, it can't come from the 3 M's, because we scare him. He's rejected by Bouncy in favour of a poodle. Maybe the old barmaid who becomes young again...I don't know, this is just the rumour I heard about what the next A&P holds, but I can't tell you my source...it's bad journalism. I work for the Enquirer.