It’s Monday morning in Murdo. After enjoying a nice shower at the truck stop, Murdo Girl is walking up Coyote Hill to The Brick House. Such has been her routine since she became Next Pres and took up residence at the old Murdo High School, which is in the process of being transformed into Murdo’s answer to The White House. As these things usually go, they’re a little behind schedule for the remodel. You can hardly get people to work for next to nothing these days. At the very least, they want a sandwich. Even so, the History classroom has been decorated and renamed the Rose Garden room. The Chemistry/Biology room is now the employee lounge. The fermaldyhide smell is barely noticeable. Just don’t look in the ice box. There’s a few crawlies and growies in there. The Superintendent’s office is now the Oblong Office. The English room is still the English room. Queen E has been staying there ever since the weather turned cold, and it was no longer practical to camp out in her coach RV.
As she walks up the stairs to her office, Next Pres Murdo Girl hears rumbling coming from the employee lounge. She chooses to ignore it. She has a lot of Next Pres stuff to do. She hears footsteps behind her. When she turns to see who is following her, she runs smack dab into A I.
Murdo Girl: Morning A I. Must be a slow day in Spysville. Can I help you with something?
A I: I’m just doing my job MG. Trying to keep you informed. Can you believe Lav? I was just in the employee lounge. I swear that girl has clown written on her forehead.
Murdo Girl: Now A I, that’s not a very nice thing to say. Lav might be a little slow on the uptake, but there’s no need to ridicule her.
A I: I love Lav MG. I would never ridicule her. I’m just saying she has clown written on her forehead.
Just then Lav walks in.
Murdo Girl: Lav, you have clown written on your forehead!
Lav: It’s a tatoo Next Pres.
A I: See..that’s what I’ve been saying. Tough tat Lav. You can’t ever get rid of a tatoo. You just as well tatoo two balloons on your cheeks. Then you would for sure look like a clown.
No Lav..no more hiding behind a tumbleweed.
Lav: I’m sorry MG. I asked for a crown tatoo, and this is what I got. It says clown. Besides that, I wanted a picture of a pretty crown with sparkly diamonds. A pretty permanent crown on my forehead. My real crown broke you know.
Murdo Girl: Where did you get this stupid idea Lav? It’s 1970 something. Tatoos on girls aren’t even popular yet!
Lav: Huh? I guess I’ve always been a trendsetter. I like being first. When I broke my real crown, I thought about it and decided I’m a pemanent Queen VP. I should have a permanent crown. One that doesn’t break or fall off.
While Lav is explaining it all, Pico walks in.
Pico: Murdo Girl..I’m here to offer you my services. We need to have a plan that when carried out, will lessen the impact of the revelation of the tatoo on Lav’s forhead. Notice I didn’t refer to the abomination as a clown tatoo. The sheer fact that Lav has a tatoo is a violation of the public trust. Let’s not complicate the matter by disclosing the fact that it’s a clown. Let me look at you Lav..How much will your bangs have to grow to cover the clown up? Geez Lav, did you cut your bangs this short before or after you messed up half your face?
Murdo Girl: Geez Pico. What office are you running for?
Sherri the Photographic Drawer strolls in followed by TC the Town Cryer who takes one look at Lav and runs out of the room..crying of course.
A I: Well, so much for keeping the clown under bangs. TC will town cry it to the whole town.
Sherri: Wait MG..I think I might be able to fix it. Let me see Lav. Yes, If I draw a line here like this, a circle like that, and connect these dots…see? What do you think?
Murdo Girl, A I, and Pico gasp in unison. DM walks in.
DM: Hi..Um, why does Lav have a picture of Abraham Lincoln on her forehead?
Lav: She has been unusually quiet through all of this. Suddenly she finds her voice. WHAT?? She runs to look in the mirror. Obviously horrified, she grabs her head. I HAVE A PENNY ON MY FOREHEAD!!
Jerry the Bean Counter walks in.
Jerry: You say that like it’s a bad thing. As of right now, you have more cash on your forehead than we have in our coffers.
Treason the Press Sec and Carol the singer walk in. The only one Next Pres Murdo Girl hasn’t heard from is the Queen, but she’s not really part of the cabinet. She’s more like an Ambassador.
Treason: I just came from the Coyote office. TC was over there blubbering about Lav having clown written on her forehead. The Editor told her it wasn’t exactly nice to be making fun of Lav, just because she acts a little goofy sometimes. Hey Lav, what is that on your forehead? A penny for your thoughts, hahaha..Sorry.
Murdo Girl: Looks around at her less than stellar cabinet and sinks into her chair. How did this happen? She wonders. Oh, she knows they all mean well, and it’s not like they’re getting paid. The truth is she loves this crazy bunch of misfits. She finds herself rising from her wobbly chair with her head held high. She is filled with a new resolve. After all, she is the leader of the free town, and it’s her job to fulfill some of those campaign promises she made. Tomorrow will be the beginning of a new tomorrow. It is the day of her State of Murdo Address to the town. Her thoughts turn to her prepared speech. Murdo is the very first town to have a President. It’s even had a Governor. So what if he was a horse?