Hey everyone! Here is the second entry into the Just Three Words line! Renee Hart Klein was the winner this time! There were a lot of good suggestions so I actually had to number them out and roll a 20-sided die for it... Anyway, enjoy the story about Robot, Saxophone, and Kazoo written in the form a picture book. Also, if anyone wants to illustrate this, be my guest!
Robot, Saxophone, Kazoo
From the town of Deco filled with rust, steam, and gauges, came many tales that could fill many pages. But the one we are about to tell fills only few.
This is the story of Renee and her trusty Kazoo.
The school bells had rung and work been let out, kids ran from their classrooms while giving a shout. Renee, as their teacher, found her heart filled with joy, by the loud yells of freedom from each girl and each boy.
Though excited for them to go run and to play, she couldn’t help but find herself say, “Don’t forget your homework while you’re out playing games! Neglect it and you’ll find zeroes by your names!”
“We won’t Ms. K!” declared young Stan Hicks, “We won’t neglect our weekly robotics!” You see, she was the kids favorite because after all, with her they built robots, both big and so small.
The ‘bots that they made performed so many tricks. They painted and battled and built things with bricks. They ran really fast and climbed kind of slow, there wasn’t a thing they couldn’t be programmed to know.
Following her students to the weekend now here, she did one last check on their contraptions so dear. As she made her way out it appeared they all still were there. But, wait just a second! One spot lay bare!
Who now was gone and out of their place? Was it Cookbot or Ast-droid, who was to be sent into space? Looking around she saw they were there, but who moved away, leaving their spot bare?
Perhaps it was the RoboJacks who could cut down a tree. But just a way down she spotted all three. Renee’s anger arose as she looked vainly around, “Who has moved itself from their place on the ground?”
“Behold creator! It surely was me!” chirped out a voice from a place she didn’t see. “You left me undone, left with work to do. You see, Master Renee, I’m out for you.” Out from the shadows stepped a robot alone, it was the shiny brass plated Mr. Saxophone.
Renee had made him early on when about robotics she felt kind of dumb, and she also remembered partaking in some rum. She admits the work was kind of sloppy, but still he was a marvel, not some worthless jalopy.
He was made for his namesake and knew how to jam, yet his saxophone sounded like sandpaper against clam. She was missing some parts by the time she was done, and honestly had no clue where they had gone.
Though her first piece of work, once begotten, the forlorn piece of tech had since been forgotten. “I did on my own what you failed to do and all it took was an extra servo or two. So now I’ve come to seek vengeance and deliver some pain via the greatest hits of the legend Coltrane.”
The robot pulled out a sax and started to bellow, boy did Renee pick a day to forget her cello. She refused to lose in this battle to her original dude, even if he played a smooth In a Sentimental Mood.
Cornered, Renee knew what she must do. She gathered her courage and pulled out her kazoo. She came out strong with a tune of her own, her humming so strong it knocked the ‘bot prone. This battle of songs had become more than that, now they were locked in mortal combat.
Mr. Sax came back with a violent procession hoping to teach this traitor a lesson. Renee flew backward into her desk, the carnage seen was most grotesque. Though hurting bad she jumped to her feet, now she was angry, he was in for a treat.
The teacher played music that had never been heard, best way to describe it is a harmonica crossed with a bird. Could this really come from such a small and plastic tool? But of course when it wasn’t in the hands of a fool.
Of course to Mr. Sax’s sensors it sounded so fine, but it wouldn’t be so to yours or to mine. A sharp concussive blast shot forth from the toy, what kind of magic did this teacher employ? The wave hit the robot hard sending him scattering across the room. The threat had been defeated by this incredible sonic boom.
Looking down at the mech as its eyes flickered out, Renee gave out a resounding victory shout. “You thought you could beat me with your new toys and upgrades, but you should have asked the other failed projects about these useless raids. Your biggest crime was thinking the first was you, your second was letting me use my kazoo!”
“Along with robotics I dabble in futuristic self-defense and while making this I spared no expense. To make it simple for your outdated chips, this is a military-grade plasma weapon operated by lips.”
You see, Renee’s lucky kazoo wasn’t lucky at all, it wasn’t coincidence that caused her rival to fall. When in your life robotic uprising is a normal thing, you must keep an ace card under each wing. With the proper precautions and using your mind, there is no answer you can not find.
So in the town of Deco filled with rust, steam, and gauges, there sure was a teacher for all of the ages. Renee taught robotics to her kids every session, but her extracurricular was Robo-Uprising Suppression.
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