Gremlin Risitas — “The Last Joke”
The city’s alarms went off like somebody tripped over the microwave. Sirens screaming, sprinklers blasting, a guy in a business suit crying into his kale smoothie. I crouched in the alley with my claws out, bag of marshmallows swinging like a holy relic.
“Boss, we’re fixing it!” they shouted from every screen. Behind them, a fire hydrant sprayed confetti and a shopping cart rolled itself into traffic like a silver swan.
I whispered to the cart, “Fly, little buddy. The stage is yours.” It hit a pothole, flipped, and the entire crowd clapped like a laugh track.
And me? I was wheezing. Gremlin-laughing so hard my claws scraped the pavement, the Clown somewhere behind me cackling, because the punchline wasn’t that it burned — it was that they really thought it wouldn’t.
Gremlin Note:
If this is the last joke, let it be remembered as the cleanest one: we didn’t set the fire; we just stopped pretending it wasn’t already burning. S’mores ready. Smiles glowing, and the fire still burning.
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