Re: Crusty's Comical Capers (part three)
So he and Crusty did have something in common!
With that, her lip curled down as she folded her arms and started tapping her size five on the carpet! Crusty started tittering. His Bel did that!
"Ya mean ya dresses up in ladies' clothes, like as a fancy dress outfit?"
Crispy started spluttering.
"Only occasionally, old boy. It doesn't do anybody any harm, and it can be quite fun! I'm sure we all like to dress up occasionally!"
"Oh yeh. I loves dressing up in me different outfits don't I Bel?"
"Yes lad, but only for goin' to fancy dress parties, that's all!"
"But wor'else would anybody want to get dressed up in an outfit for? There's no p
oink unless yer goin' to a party!"
"Don't start bluddy oinking 'cos I'll .........."
Bel didn't get the chance to reply properly as Flora was on her feet now.
"Aye! An' it wouldn't be so bad if ya'd stopped in th'ouse made up like bluddy Dame Edna Everage, burra could've de'ed when I caught ya on't bluddy bus like that wearing one o' me best frocks and powderin' yer bluddy nose, and purrin some of me lipstick on wi' everybody staring at ya!"
Bel was stifling a giggle.
Crusty started snorting.
"Gentlemen, Flora, please. Let me get back to Crusty's bedtime story!"
They all ruffled their feathers then sat back. Flora's face was like stone, and Crispy's face was crimson from embarrassment.
"Anyway, like I said. I bumped into Mister Crispy quite by accident owd lad, an'a thought it were you so I grabbed his lug, ya know like I do at you? ....."
He nodded.
"..... then I tried to tug him out o't shop. It were only when he spoke tharra realised thar'it weren't my Crusty, but somebody who looked just like him! Well! Ya can imagine worra felt like. Anyway, we gor'agate chatting and that's when I found out he was a member of the Nibbleswick family. I couldn't believe it so I asked him if he and his wife would like to .........."
“Oink, schnort, mumble,” fart!
“Oink, schnort, mumble,” fart!
"He's not fallen asleep, has he Bel?"
"Yeh, it allers happens when I tell him his bedtime story, burra didn't think he'd just drop off like that. I'll waken him up again!"
She shook him gently by the throat, and his eyes popped open again.
"Mornin' Bel! Is it time for me brekkie? Oh, am still here. Sorry for falling asleep on ya!"
"That's alright owd lad. So, now do you understand about yer family? They all lived happily ever after!"
"Yis Bel, burra do have a question."
"Wot's that owd lad?"
"Well, if ya remembers me poem tharra read out to ya a bit back, King and Mambo weren't me real mam and dad and that King had found me and gid me to Mambo to keep as a pressie. D'ya remember? I weren't the bestest pressie she'd ever had though! She'd've sooner had a nice bockle o' scent!"
"That's true owd lad. I do have an explanation for that though!"
"Wot's that then Bel?"
"Well it would seem that King was yer real daddy, but he'd been a bit naughty with one of the other tribal ladies and she was yer real mama, bur'as soon as she saw ya, she didn't want ya so King pretended he'd found ya, and kept ya for himself and Mambo. So King was yer real Nibbleswick pappy after all!"
With tears rolling down his face, he got up and trundled over to where Crispy was sitting.
"Am proper sorry, Mister Crispy!"
"What for old boy?"
"For being yer relative. I know it's embarrasskink for ya bur'it's not my fault tharram a pigmy!"
"A pigmy?"
Bel leapt off the sofa and dragged Crusty back, with her arm around his throat.
"What does he mean Bel? What makes him think that he's a pigmy?"
"Well it's 'cos amma cross between a ......."
Bel's huge hand closed over Crusty's huge mouth, and she turned and smiled at her guests.
"Enough talk for now! It's just a little nickname I've got for him, that's all! We've still got our desserts to eat. Please, let's go back to the table shall we? Come on owd lad for chocolate and cream!"
His eyes lit up again with greed.
"Ta Bel!"
While they were eating, Bel was beginning to thank her lucky stars that she'd met Crusty instead of Crispy. Daftness she could put up with, but a cross-dresser? No! Not our Bel! She likes to be the
feminine half!
"Bel?"
"Yes owd lad, worisit?"
"Will ya buy me a frock for me birthday?"
The look she gave him almost froze him to the spot.
-oo0oo-
After they'd finished their desserts, and because Crispy's dirty laundry had been aired, he and Flora made a hasty retreat promising faithfully to get in touch with Crusty in the not too distant. Crusty was depressed again. He'd found his one and only distant relative that wasn't dead, and he didn't want to know him. He could tell.
Bel knew it was going to take him weeks to shake this mood off, so she decided to cheer him up again. One morning a couple of Saturdays later, she called round to see him, but forgot to knock before she used her key to get in. There he was in his living room, which was turning grungy again, sat on the couch wearing his Bel's wispy harem outfit that she'd used in Iraq all that time ago, and he was surrounded with clouds of purple see-through chiffon material with pretty silver spangles.
He hadn't heard her come in as he'd switched off his hearing aid, and she was just about to bellow abuse at him when she realised he was sobbing his poor old heart out. She came round the back of the settee and when he saw her he leapt up like a scared rabbit. He fumbled about then switched his hearing aid on.
"Hiya Bel! I didn't know ya was coming to see me today! Ya should've phoned me first!"
"Ya wouldn't've heard it ya daft owd dipstick 'cos ya had yer hearing aid switched off again!"
"Oh aye! Worisit ya wants me for? I were just trying me harem outfit on, but ya never altered it like ya said ya was going to do! It needs a bit of a nip an'a tuck here and there!"
"I know, sorry lad. Ya can take it off in a minute and I'll take it home wi' me. I'll do it for ya tomorrow night, okay?"
"Ta Bel!"
"Wot's to do owd lad? Ya looks depressed again."
"Am alreet Bel. It's just tharra wish Mister Crispy'd ger'in touch again. I liked him a lot, an' he looked as if he had a few quid stashed away!"
"That's all you're bluddy-well interested in in't it? Ya just wanted to keep in touch wi' him for his money ya bluddy owd mercenary!"
"Sorry Bel bur'it's just tharrave never had any relatives before, excepting for our Sam and me mam!"
She bit her lip knowing that Sam wasn't his son and that, apart from herself, he was totally alone in the world.
"Ne' mind owd lad. Ya've got your Bel haven't ya?"
"It's a good job an' all Bel. If it weren't for you, I'd have nobody at all in the whole wide world!"
All together now!
Wor’a bluddy shame!
"Ne' mind owd lad. I've come to have a chat wi' ya about summat that'll bring a grin to them chimpy owd chops o' yours!"
"Worisit Bel?"
"How's about a little trip somewhere nice for a week?"
His face glowed with happiness and his grin was as wide and cavernous as the Channel Tunnel. Then his teeth dropped out!
"Ta Bel! When do we go?"
© Mollie M
20.10.03