Fun With The Browns.

Fun With The Browns.
By Stephen A Abell - Monday 1st March 2021.

Number Of Words - 293.


"Look, it's simple. It ain't rocket science, you know."

"Well, come on then Einstein, use that immense brain of yours and show me."

"Okay, so the instructions say we connect these three wires to the terminal over here. Bugger, it doesn't fit!"

"That's because the plug's upside down."

"Oh, yeah. Foolish mistake. What do you know; it fits perfectly."

"I know it does. We've already done this."

"Then this cord plugs into this port and into the control box."

"Did that too."

"Finally, insert the battery."

"It's already inside. We've done all this before."

"Gotta make sure the connections are proper. Now the instructions say, "Slap the red button and the fun begins"."

Click.

"Nothing. Hah. My turn to say it... "That's Not How It Works! Give it 'ere I'll get it going"."

"That's right, mock me in my defeat."

Click.

"Okay, give up time. We've built the sodding thing three times, and it doesn't work. Trust you to buy useless crap."

"Me(?) I didn't buy it!"

"Well, I had nowt to do with it. Address says "The Browns"."

"That's us!"

"But it doesn't state which one, you numpty. It's to both of us."

Click.

"Stop messing with it. God! If neither of us ordered it, who did? Wait a minute... What the hell is it, anyway?"

"Damned if I know, I just opened the box and started putting it together."

"Men!"

"The instructions call it "The Randomiser"."

Click.

"STOP WITH THE BUTTo... AARGH!"

"What're you screaming about n... Oh, God!"

"You've got two heads!"

"S, S, So do you."

"Could it be..."

"... the box(?) Yeah, I think so."

Click.

"Christ! Stop it! Now, where are we? Where'd the house go?"

"Least the box is still here."

"DON'T!"

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For the "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge"   by Arakun the Twisted Raccoon