Tyrannosaurus Run

Photo by: Al Forbes

T.S. Farnsworth had received accolades for his robotics work from France to Romania and Sweden to Malta, but in the company of Andronicus Stanford Stapleton he encountered continual criticism.

“The skin of that plantosaur is too shiny,” bellowed Stapleton. His criticisms were always shouted, praise merely murmured.

“You mean herbivore?” Farnsworth tried not to look at the plump man’s shuddering jowls.

“I know what I mean!”

The two strolled through the museum with Stapleton offering criticisms of every single display. To be fair, Stapleton complained about everyone’s work. At least he was an equal opportunity whiner.

“Oh that one’s interesting,” noted Farnsworth.

“Oh that? The Egyptian Portal? Bah! Pseudo-Scientific balderdash! It’s something I’ve placed here to amuse children and idiots.”

Farnsworth ignored the implied insult. “It seems to hum, as though it were operating.”

“What? Oh, the installers must have produced that for new-age fools. As though it might actually open to another place and time.” Stapleton waved his flabby arms mockingly.

Farnsworth wasn’t convinced, but he walked on with Stapleton. They roved deeper into the museum where Farnsworth’s robotic dinosaurs graced the displays. Stapleton led them to where an Edmontosaur display had been forcibly dismantled. “Look at this mess!” boomed Stapleton. “This is sloppy work, Farnsworth!”

“I didn’t do that,” shuddered Farnsworth.

“Oh really? I suppose it was elves?”

They ventured further. “Now this is excellent work,” murmured Stapleton, gesturing at a free-standing Tyrannosaurus Rex display.

Farnsworth felt the blood drain from his face. “I didn’t make that.”

“Well who did? Farnsworth, you can be…” Stapleton stopped when the tyrannosaur’s head suddenly dipped down towards them, and it growled.

“Realistic motion, Farnsworth.”

“Uh, that’s not a robot,” squeaked Farnsworth.

“What? Don’t be daft, man! You’ve lost…”

The Tyrannosaur roared and stomped.

As Farnsworth sprinted down the hallway, he looked back. Stapleton nearly kept pace with him. The man ran in lurches. His prodigious penduluming paunch continually threw him off-balance. The tyrannosaur crashed through the hall behind him.

“You’re the dinosaur expert,” squealed Stapleton. “How fast do we need run to escape it?”

“I don’t know,” grunted Farnsworth. “I just have to run faster than YOU!”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Look here for this week’s prompt and a blue button linking to many other stories:

About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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28 Responses to Tyrannosaurus Run

  1. My favorite thing said when two or more people are running from danger, “I only need to run faster then you.” Great story.

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  2. Joy Pixley says:

    My favorite line was, “His criticisms were always shouted, praise merely murmured.” Paints a clear portrait of some people I know!

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  3. Lyn says:

    LOL obviously the portal wasn’t just Pseudo-Scientific balderdash. Let’s hope Rex will be satisfied with shuddering jowls and flabby arms. πŸ˜€
    P/S How is your little treasure doing?

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    • EagleAye says:

      No doubt. There’s little doubt that Stapleton will become an apertif. However, I expect the T-rex’s cholesterol will shoot up dangerously. πŸ˜‰

      Hannah is doing quite well. She’s sorting through the papers in my drawer right now. Evidently, they needed to be “organized.” πŸ˜‰ I’ll do a photo post soon. πŸ˜‰ Thanks Lyn! πŸ™‚

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  4. List of X says:

    Stapleton just needs to turn around and blast the T.Rex with some scorching criticism until it can’t take it anymore and slinks back where it came from.

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  5. mandibelle16 says:

    lol. Last line says it all. Think the T-Rex will get more meat off the first guy πŸ™‚

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    • EagleAye says:

      Very true. The fat content of Stapleton would make a seal envious. Stapleton would really stick to the T-rex’s ribs. Might even trigger the onset of diabetes. πŸ˜‰ Thanks so much, Mandibelle! πŸ™‚

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  6. Michael says:

    I smiled, and ran fast.

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  7. that last line … brilliant. “If there are zombies, I’m tripping you up” hehe.

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  8. k rawson says:

    Great tale. I got a grin from the ending, and love the line “His criticisms were always shouted, praise merely murmured.”

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    • EagleAye says:

      Most cool. I was hoping the zinger in the end would amuse. Your favorite line from it is popular with others. I must buy the same brand of beer next time. πŸ˜‰ Thanks so much! πŸ™‚

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  9. Jesse Raven says:

    Always plenty of lines to make a reader smile…or smirk πŸ˜‰ Great job!

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  10. athling2001 says:

    Fun! Thanks for sharing.

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  11. Hah! Tyrannosaurus Wrecks! Great story.

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  12. Should add, years ago I went to a dino exhibition in the Sydney Museum complete with actors in dino costumes – Parasaurolophus or some similar kind. Very cool, until one of them hit me in the head with his tail – he couldn’t actually see to turn around… (did this affect the real ones? Probably).

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  13. Yep, that’s right. Hilarious, Eric. Where are the heroes from Jurassic Park when you need them? πŸ˜€ — Suzanne

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