The Return of Dipsy, Chapter 2

A few days ago I posted a request to help me tell a story about a simple iPhone picture I took. I had no idea if anyone would even be interested in contributing. Much to my surprise, many of you put on your writer's hats and began telling the story of Dipsy, the Teletubby. 21 comments later, we have three full paragraphs, and lots of plot thickeners, and twists! I believe we have Chapter 1 completed. You can read it in it's entirety below.

Let's begin Chapter 2 right here in the comment section. Thank you very much for your participation!


CHAPTER I

In a moment of clarity, the Teletubby knew that things were going to be different from here on out. His therapist was right.... meditation does work. Feeling the weight of eight long months melt away, he stepped out of captivity and onto the street. Tragedy. The teletubby didn't even see the train coming. Yet, in a miraculous turn of events, the train conductor was able to switch tracks, and avoid injuring him. Things were really looking up! But Laa-Laa was not so lucky. The moment hung in time, suspended, slow-motion. Dipsy had to run. He processed nothing, felt nothing, just began moving. On the street, everything was different. The sun was cold, perverse - but strangely cleansing. He knew what he had to do next.

Making his way through the streets, the people stopped and pointed. They knew they had seen him before, but under very different circumstances. He walked straight to the door, and knocked in two short bursts..The sounds of approaching footsteps grew louder. His attempt to appear more serious failed as he couldn't help but smiling when he was nervous. The door opened to reveal a little girl, no more than 10 years old. The little girl looked at Dipsy and saw that he was soaking wet from the pouring rain. She knew who Dipsy was and She called out for her Mom and said that Dipsy was in the living room.Mom yelled back and said, "turn that TV off now." The little girl was puzzled. What to do now? So she said "Come back when I can watch tv again. I'm over my daily allowance!"
As she closed the door, Dipsy wedged the door open and asked the all important question "Have you seen Tinky Winky's handbag?" Tinky Winky's handbag? Yes, yes I did! On the tv yesterday, but the doggy ran away with it! Do you know where the doggy went? Dipsy knew where the dog went, but did not want to upset the girl. He thanked her, pushed the elevator button with his head point, and waited for the doors to open. The elevator was a long time coming, so he sat himself down on the bench accross the elevator. It was going to be a long wait ....

After what seemed like an hour, the elevator finally came....the doors opened, and Dipsy stepped inside.... "hey! hey you!" a small voice cried out.... "down here! yeah im talkin to you!" It was a small little cockroach wearing a top hat. he smiled and said, "i know what you are looking for.... and you are not going to find it where you expect". Dipsy was growing tired. Gone were the days where he could stay up all night and run the streets with the others. It was for the best anyway, as they all ended up empty, and alone. He told the cockroach to beat it, and fiddled with his keys. Once in the lobby, he put the key in the lock, and pulled out a sealed envelope with no postage on it. Three words were written in pencil. He checked his watch to make sure the date was right .. and opened the door and walked in. The room was , well just that , a room. There was nothing in it, no furniture, no signs that anyone ever lived there. At the far end, there was a fireplace, which was as cold as the rest of the room. After starting a fire he realized that he really did miss the warmth of the studio lights. As he stared at the flames in the fireplace, the events of the last 2 days flashed before his eyes.

CHAPTER 2 begins in the comment section below
Chris