Down, Down to Bone Town

>be me, bonky
>me and my pal pickle horse-man are going down to bone town
>everyone keeps making fun of us
>we don't know why
>we go to the library
>we look up all resources on bone town
>we learn a lot about skeletons
>but mostly it's just a bunch of junk
>finally we approach the librarian
>she says there's no such thing as bone town
>we're shocked
>we shouldn't be
>we should expecte by now that a government employee would be so woefully misinformed
>we hang our heads in dejection
>as we turn to leave we spy a familiar mask
>it's the guy from the graveyard
>he's in the fiction stacks
>he beckons us
>we go to him
>he says i heard you've been asking around about bone town
>we say yeah take us to bone town
>he chortles
>he says he's got just the place
>he leads us to Big Ugly Bill's Backyard BBQ & Brick Shit-house
>we sit in a booth
>he orders a bunch of food
>he starts eating
>he never takes off his ghost mask
>he forks a bunch of food through the neck hole into the mask
>the waitress brings the check
>he says we have to pay the check
>we ask if we pay the check, will get us to bone town for sure
>he says yes
>we pool our money together to pay this enormous fee
>he says okay
>he says go into the bathroom
>to the very last stall
>then he gets up and walks away
>we go into the bathroom
>into the last stall
>we bolt the door
>we wait
>people come and go
>we're waiting for someone to take us to bone town
>finally someone sits in the stall next to us
>we can see their plaid shirt through the hole between the stalls
>underneath the hole are the words "PUT YOUR MOUTH AROUND THIS HOLE AT 9:30PM AND I'LL TAKE YOU TO BONETOWN"
>it's signed "BUB"
>pickle horse-man checks his watch
>it's 9:29PM
>that must be the cock-stroker on the other side!
>he's ready to take us to bone town!
>pickle horse-man hurries to wrap his mouth around the hole!
>he's ready to go to bone town!
>it's 9:30PM on the mark!
>pickle horse-man gags on something
>like he's swallowing
>a big tear droops down his eye
>i've seen that face before
>that's pickle horse-man's "i'm quitting" face!
>no he's not!
>i pin his head to the spot!
>you're not getting out of this one, pickle horse-man!
>you're taking us to bone town whether you like it or not!
>he's making a bunch of hurking-gurkling noises
>whatever the process is of getting to bone town it seems arduous
>it involves a lot of saliva and spit-up
>it's shooting out of pickle horse-man's nose
>this is really gross
>this seems antithetical to bone town
>bones are dry
>and this experience is very wet
>i feel like we've been taken on a wild goose-chase
>a jet of white slime shoots out of pickle horse-man's nostrils and coats the walls of the stall
>it smells vaguely familiar
>kind of bleach-y
>hmmm
>perhaps it is some sort of albinic alchemical by-product
>that's about it
>we wait a while longer
>nothing
>hmmm
>i let pickle horse-man's head go
>he spits up a lot and wipes his mouth with his sleeve
>well, i say
>i don't know what to do now
>i don't feel any different or like we've traveled at all
>i thought something would happen like in the harry potter train station
>we leave the stall
>it's just big ugly bill's brick shit-house
>oh well
>we push through the swinging door
>and everywhere we look there's bones and bone-people and skeletons and skeleton mariachis and swinging bones and bone chandeliers and bone candles and bone dogs eating bones!
>we did it!
>we made it to bone town!
>i squeeze picke horse-man and i feel his bones shift around inside his chest
>it's all thanks to you, buddy, i tell him
>out of the corner of my eye i see the down-turned corner of his mouth hesitatingly lift into a smile