So what’s up with the skeleton babies?

The what now?

Skeleton babies! Haven’t you heard?

Most certainly no.

The other day some women were cleaning a storage area in some building out in L.A.

Well I can see where this turns into a horror story.

L.A. isn’t that bad!

I didn’t mean, that way, but go on.

So they found the skeletons of two babies, wrapped in newspapers from the 30s.

What?

I know! It’s horrible!

Why are you even telling me this?

Well, so it gets worse. The trunk they were in has stuff belonging to Jean M. Barrie…

You mean James M Barrie? The guy who wrote Peter Pan?

No! That’s just it. Jean not James. But maybe there’s a link. Except no one knows yet.

I don’t like this.

Me either. It’s horrible. Skeleton babies.

It’s like some sort of bad movie plot.

Well but I was thinking…

Yes?

What if… well… I mean… maybe people didn’t clap enough.

Excuse me?

You know, for Tinkerbell?

I do not follow.

And that’s at least one of the skeletons. Tiny baby-sized, really fairy-sized.

Melina!

I know, it isn’t funny.

It certainly is not!

But then I picture poor little Tink melting away with no love because… well when I was a kid, I mean did you clap?

No, I did not clap. A lot of the children clapped. I did not.

And why didn’t you?

She was so selfish, that Tinkerbell and then to force me to save her life? She was in a story, what did she need me for?

Yeah! That was my problem. Man we would’ve sucked at Blue’s Clues.

For serious! Find that stuff yourself, dog!

Well, so thinking of Tinkerbell, no love, wasting away to bones… I mean I know it’s mean but it makes me laugh.

It makes me laugh, too. But those poor kids! Little baby skeletons!

No one clapped.

Melina!

I can’t help it!

I swear, if you make me laugh about this…

Just an entire audience of children, dead still, giving Tinkerbell the stink-eye. Picture it.

I will not!

Picture it!

No!

Poor Tink. Tink, Tank, Tunk.

Tunk?

Tunk!

Tunkerbell!

See I got you to laugh.

Melina!