Low Income Super-Heroes Pt. 2: The Low Budget Puppet

After arriving at the campsite, we had about two hours to set up the stage/set upon which the weekends super hero robot skits would be taking place, as well as putting our beds and rooms into order.  My bed consisted of pulling my sleeping bag out of a stuff sack and laying it out on the bed of my choice (top bunk on the right when entering the room).

After the delicate matter of ordering my sleeping arrangement, I set out to help the more knowledgeable staff set up the stage.  In events like this I do my best to be an extra pair of hands to someone who knows what needs to be done.  If I am unable to find a team leader in need of an assistant then I just float around, doing my best to make sure that the female leaders/counselors have to carry as little as possible.

In this case, I managed to bump into the tech master, Stuart and the camp director, Neville.  They were moving a dreadful green leather couch, so I did my best to assist them, though three people carrying a couch is often a stupid, lopsided sight.  After making a bit of small talk (which, if I were a superhero, small talk would be my weakness) Neville looked at me with a sort of hungry look and said, "You have a great voice.  Do you want to be a robot?"

My mind immediately ran through thousands of possibilities.  I remembered the Android Saga from Dragonball Z, Will Smith and his robotic arm in "i Am Hancock" (if only the robotic army had been able to fight off the zombie superheros... then Neo might have survived," I remembered the awesome three minute cut scene of mega dinosaurs combining together to an electric rock ballad of monstrous proportions and I fantasized about running down the street after the ice cream truck yelling "GO GO GADGET GUN!"
I knew, if this man could really grant me robotic features, or some sort of computer implants, that I would need to play it cool.  My helpful nature and baritone voice had won him over to this point, but I would need to answer this question correctly, no doubt, in order to secure my place among history at this underground mad scientists side.

Instead of screaming, "MORE THAN ANYTHING EVER YES!" I coolly created a look of minor confusion and interest and said, "Well sure, I'll do whatever you all need me to do."  As I said to myself, "that is, until I have enough power to destroy you!"
"Great!" he responded, "We need someone to work the robotic puppet on the stage table!  You have a great voice, the kids will love your accent."

I felt at that moment what Voldemort must have felt like every time Harry managed to (with blind, dumb luck) destroy one of his Horcruxes.

So, I spent a half hour twice a day for three days cramped under a table about three feet high.  I had a microphone held between my knees near my mouth so my voice could be heard and in one hand had an old coat hanger attached to the Robot Puppets mouth and in the other hand a pool cue that controlled his body.
The puppet himself was a series of interconnected spray-painted boxes.  He had sad eyes and black tubes for arm.  He had no fingers and no dignity.  His name is Ollie.

And that concludes Part 2 of Low Income Super-Heroes.  Tune in soon to read the exacerbating conclusion to this riveting trilogy which will no doubt rival The Lord of The Rings!

Cheers,
Melmoth

P.S.  Because I want to share this all with you.  Watch it dozens of times.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ct822sAXzRI