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Scene at a New Year's Eve Party

by Bill Schott



Pons and Ned meet up at an end-of-year party at a ball room. Pons is in street clothes and Ned in a zoot suit.


Ned: Hey, Pons! Fancy meetin' you here.

Pons: Fancy is right, Ned. I didn't know this was a costume party.

Ned: I didn't neither. I hope I ain't too dressed up fer the accasion.

Pons: Ned  -- you're in a zoot suit.  No one's worn one of those for real in sixty years.

Ned:  Ain't it cool? Great Uncle Seizure had it in his closet. It don't fit 'em no more so he said I could have it.

Pons: Uncle Caesar might have worn that when he was eighteen or something. Certainly not since then.

Ned: It was a hangin' nexta a World War I soldier uniform. 

Pons:  Well I don't think he's quite that old, so it was likely his father's uniform.

Ned:  It wasa rapped around a skelerton. Guess that was his pap.

Pons:  That would be ghastly. I imagine, since he was a country doctor, it was a laboratory skeleton.

Ned:  Maybe so, but it looked a lot like Great Uncle Seizure.

Pons: (
smiling)  At this point he probably does. So, has anyone commented on your attire?

Ned:  A feller said my right rear one looked like it wasa settin' a bit low, but since I walked here I figured he was either liquored up or was mistakin' somebody else's car fer mine.

Pons:  Attire, Ned. Attire.

Ned:  (
thinking for a second)  Walked here, Pons. Walked.

Pons: Right. So, did anyone say anything about your suit?

Ned: Some feller said I was a li'l late fer Hallerween.

Pons: Some people, huh?

Ned: Yeah. I amember bein' early ta that Hallereen party we got to. Didn't see that dude there though.

Pons:  Well, I'm hoping to meet a girl tonight and start the new year off with a little romance.

Ned: I tried talkin' to that girl o'er there, (
pointing to a woman) but she just shook her head a lot and kept sayin' Ick and callin' fer Nick.

Pons: (
looking at the woman)  She's a visiting professor at the college, Ned. She's German I think. I'll bet she was saying "Ich verstehe nicht".

Ned: That's it.

Pons:  That means she doesn't understand English, which is unusual. Want to go talk to her again?

Ned:  Sure, but is she a Ger-woman er a Ger-MAN?  'Cause I'm lookin' fer a gal, not a pretend gal.

Pons:  She's definitely a woman, Ned.

Ned: If you say so, Pons. It's jis germ and man are two a them wrongs that ain't makin' a right fer me.  Ya know what a mean?

Pons:  (
chuckling to himself)  Yeah, Ned. I really do.

The two walk over to the woman who is standing alone.

Pons:  Hi, my name is Pons Maninoff and this is my cousin Ned Knuckeledd.

Luna: Allo. I am Doc-toor Luna Teufel.  I am sehr pleased to meet you.

Ned: Wow! You sounded purty close ta Engalish.

Luna: As did you.

Pons: (giggling)  Your English, I'm certain, is far superior to my German.

Luna: (smiling) Sprichst du Deutsch?  (
Do you speak German?)

Pons:  Ein bisschen (A little.)

Luna: Dein Freund ist komisch. (
Your friend is weird.)

Pons: (
half smiling)  Er hat ein gutes Herz und einen offenen Geist. (He has a good heart and an open mind.)

Luna:  (
laughing)  Ja. Einer sollte zum Studium entnommen und der andere zur Verwendung bei einem besseren Menschen geerntet werden.  ( Yes. One should be removed for study and the other harvested for use in a better human.)


Pons: Seems like you could use more of both, Doctor Teufel.

Ned: Hey! I unnerstood that part. Guess my German's gettin' good jis lis'nin.

Pons: Yeah, Ned. Some things are easy to understand. People like Ms. Teufel here for instance.

LunaTat is Doctoor Teufel.

Pons: That is Doctor Dummkopf!

Ned: Jeez, Pons. Now yer teachin' Germans German.

Pons:  I guess we all learned a lot here, Ned.

Ned: Dun think I learnt too much.

Pons: There's always next year, Ned. Let's get one of those glasses of
champagne and get ready to toast.  It's almost midnight.

Pons gets two drinks and gives one to Ned. The clock strikes twelve.

 
Pons: Happy New Year, Ned. 

Ned:  Frohes neues Jahr, Pons.  Mein bester Freund.


They toast and both smile, until Pons' expression changes to disbelief.



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