Have you ever had a pet theory, but you never wanted to tell anyone because they'd think you were the biggest fool on the planet? I have a couple and every time I've mentioned them, that's pretty close to the reaction I get.
Drawing completed - 01 APR 2009
The tre' Basement
"I'll tell him, Sandra," Gina volunteered. "It's a tunnel to Reality."
"Sandra?" Ignatius asked for clarification. "Do you know this to be true?"
Sandra, her hand on her face and her eyes shut with shame, nodded.
"Slide? Pete? Do you know anything about this?" asked Ignatius.
"Oh, don't pretend, Ig," Slide countered.
"I'm sorry?" Ignatius said.
"Don't pretend you don't know," Slide elaborated. "Your parents knew. Surely they must've told you."
"Never a word," Ignatius answered.
"Oh, you're 'avin' us on," Pete challenged.
"No, he's not," Sandra stated. "Ig couldn't tell a lie to save his tail."
"If we're done with incriminations, I'd like to focus on returning the children," Ignatius said. "Now . . . Sandra, Gina, how do you know this goes to Reality?"
"We've both been there," Sandra stated plainly.
"Sandra was with me at the time," Gina added. "Both our parents brought us down here as children and showed us through. Then they threatened to shave every hair off our bodies - permanently - if we mentioned it to anyone. So, Mister-Smarter-Than-Your-Average-Bear, here, decided he would ingratiate himself to our little tearaway by telling her the family secret. Nice going, Pete. Thanks to you and your fat gob, she's lost in Reality."
"'Ang on a mo', Gina," Pete complained. "Ya can't pin this all on me!"
"You're the one who told her," Gina said plainly.
"First off, I don't care what the law says, she ain't our daughter. She's your daughter."
"If we could . . . " Ignatius tried to break off the argument.
"If that's the case, then why does she refer to you as her 'old man'?" Gina proposed.
"Because 'old man' is easier to say'n 'the bloke what works for mum.' An' 'old man' don't necessarily mean 'dad', duzzit."