Jazz Age Wednesdays 19 ― Pip & Artie Meet Again – Part 3

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

The New Year’s celebration is finally wrapping up, here at Jazz Age Wednesdays.  Chris Graham, the Story Reading Ape! collaborated on a story with me that started here.  I couldn’t resist keeping the tale going for a few episodes.  However, today I present my conclusion.

Part-1 (here) began with Chris’ character, Artie — a genius time traveler chimpanzee determined to meet up with Pip again.  In Part-2 (here) we left Artie and Mona being pursued by the police.  Now, the conclusion.

Pip and Artie Meet Again

Part 3 — Conclusion

1920s Dance Party

The Christmas tree still stood in the parlor corner.  Granny and I had made the decorations for it.  I frowned at the strings of popcorn, remembering how many times I stuck my finger with the needle when I made them.

Light reflected on the German-made glass ornaments of which my grandmother was so proud.  They were shaped like things from a Nativity scene, although there was one I just couldn’t identify.  To me, it looked a lot like a motorcycle, but that couldn’t be right…

The shiny ornaments reminded me of that labradorite pendant I found at the corn maze site.  I thought it would look darb with my costume.  So, I hurried to my room and took the gem out of my little jewelry box and hung it around my neck.1925 Theatre Magazine jade necklace jewelry

A loud peal of thunder shook the cottage.  I figured Miss Olive’s prediction of a severe storm was about to come true.  Then I heard the coppers’ sirens, so I hurried to the parlor window. 

Sure, enough it was a police vehicle.  A Ford was right behind it.  Oddly, I couldn’t see anybody they might have been chasing.  Both automobiles slowed and stopped.  A tall man got out of the Ford and talked to the officers for a moment.  He made broad, frustrated seeming gestures as he spoke.

The man was Detective Dabney Daniels.  He headed up the walkway as the police vehicle turned around and drove away.

At the same moment I heard a loud commotion from outside, in the backyard.  I felt the need to see what that was, but I knew Granny would have my hide if I didn’t politely answer the door.

I met Daniels at the door and asked what was happening.

“Some hood on a motorcycle got balled up and went the wrong way on a one-way street near Union Station.  Speeding too.  There was a flapper on the back of the bike.  When he headed this way, for a minute I thought the girl might be you.  Then I saw she had dark hair,” Daniels said as he took off his fedora hat.  “Anyhow, I don’t know how he managed it, but he gave us the slip.”

Durrusehvar, daughter of the last Caliph of the Ottoman dynasty, circa 1920

Princess Durrusehvar, circa 1920

He finally noticed my attire and looked at me like I must have escaped from the looney bin.  People were wild for anything to do with Egypt or the Orient.  So, I wanted my costume for the party to be from either one or the other.  I finally put together a costume that looked like Dürrüşehvar, an Imperial Princess of the Ottoman Empire.

It bugged me to death that nobody knew who I was.

“I’m on duty,” Daniels began, but looked hopefully toward the hallway.  “I can only stay a moment.”

“Everyone is either in the dining room or the kitchen getting food,” I told him.  “Go on back and make yourself at home.”

Movement at the corner of my eye caused me to glance out the window again.  Cinnamon Bun! 

Granny’s Flemish Giant rabbit shouldn’t be out of his hutch, but there he was in the front yard.  I guessed that was what the noises I heard out back were.  Then I saw two people chasing him ― a man in a suit that made me imagine a formal military uniform from some strange country and a flapper.

(See more about Cinnamon Bun here.)

“Mona!” I cried and ran outside.

“Pip!” my friend exclaimed and hugged me.  “I remembered you describing Cinnamon Bun in your letters.  I knew your grandmother wouldn’t want him running around, so we were trying to catch him.  We ran into his hutch when we… err… when we stopped,” Mona told me in a rush.

Cinnamon sat up tall on his haunches when the man offered him a treat.  I could tell the big bunny liked the guy.  Then he turned toward me and took off his cap.  He grinned when recognition spread across my face.

“Artie?”

“I had to do a mini-jump with my portable time machine to evade the police,” Artie said sheepishly.  “When we popped back, we bumped the rabbit hutch.  I sincerely apologize.  Nothing was harmed, but the door was knocked open, and this magnificent rabbit got lose.”vintage bunny

“Pip, it’s amazing!  Who’d of thought I’d meet a talking chimpanzee!” Mona enthused.  “And travel in a time machine!”

Artie looked embarrassed.  I could tell that he was humble for a genius.

“The time machine still has some bugs in it.  It had trouble locking onto the transponder, but I see you found it,” he said with a grin as he motioned toward my labradorite pendant.  “So, Mona and I accidentally took a detour to Germany, a decade or two ago.”

Artie gave me a bright-eyed look and in a devil-may-care tone asked me when I’d like to visit.  With all of the world and all of history to choose from I was dumbfounded.

“Cat got your tongue?” Mona asked.

“Your costume gives me an idea.  Would you care to see the Ottoman Empire and meet the real Begum Sahiba Hatice Hayriye Ayşe Dürrüşehvar Sultan?” Artie offered.

He knew!  This talking, time traveling, genius chimp knew who my costume was supposed to be!

“No phonus balonus?  We could really go there?” I asked.

He nodded and Mona grinned.

“Granny Phanny will never even know you were gone,” Mona winked and told me.

“You realize of course, that you can’t tell anyone about this escapade,” Artie told me with a regretful expression in his big brown eyes.

“I guess they’d think I was spifflicated if I did,” I muttered.  “Okay.  Let’s get a wriggle on!

The End

Horsefeathers!   It’s too bad Pip can’t tell anyone about her time travel adventure.  I guess that’s why it is not mentioned in her novels!  I’ll leave all you sheiks and shebas to imagine the endless kinds of trouble Pip, Artie, and Mona got into for that little jaunt through time and space.  Thanks for visiting.  You’re the cat’s pajamas!

Now, for that shameless self-promotion… Here are the links to the books about Pip and her friends. 

Bijou front only 2

Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I

Novel-book-The Three Things Serial Story-Teagan Riordain Geneviene-The Writer Next Door-Vashti Q-spotlight-author

The Three Things Serial Story: A Little 1920s Story Kindle 

 

This is a work of fiction.  Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2017 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

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86 thoughts on “Jazz Age Wednesdays 19 ― Pip & Artie Meet Again – Part 3

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  2. I loved this, Teagan. I can imagine the adventures those three had! Great research and very cool to pick the princess (I know I’ll misspell her name if I try to type it) for the conclusion.

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  3. I have finally caught up with you again, Teagan! The time machine sounds like it will be an interesting adventure for Pip.

    I know that “Thoroughly Modern Millie” song from grade school. My class put on a Roaring 20s play for the school. Is that Julie Andrews singing in that clip?

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  4. If anyone else had an introduction that included the words: “a genius time traveler chimpanzee” I would turn the virtual page and move on. This story was amazing, Teagan. You and Chris made a great team, and thoroughly enjoyed this mini-series. Get your wiggle on and enjoy the Ottoman Empire.

    Thanks too for the video. That and this story are the perfect way to get my Thursday in gear.

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    • Cinnamon Bun was so fun to write about. I’m happy you enjoyed this — and the video is one of my favorites.
      Applesauce, Joanne! They might as well take measurements for my straight jacket. Can I at least have it in a pretty color?… But the day is finally nearly over. Wishing you a wonder-filled weekend. You’re the berries!

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      • With my kind of luck, I’d get a straight jacket in plaid – red plait, to make it worse … and then put me in a room lined with mirrors so I can’t escape the image 😳

        Thank you for the wishes of a wonder-filled weekend! That is the best kind of wish … as long as I’m not left wondering what the hell went wrong 😉

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        • Joanne, you’re such a riot. Your market post had me in stitches (with an occasional gag reflex)! 😀 (I’ve been wondering what the hell went wrong ever since I moved here in 2008.) You slayed me with the plaid straight jacket and mirrored room — that would be my worst nightmare. I hate mirrors! They’d give me the plaid jacket in chartreuse with floral pants in orange. (Eek, Gag! Oh the horror of the reflection! Oh the humanity!) Then it would snow again.
          I’m so glad you made time to visit. Hugs!

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        • How fun! I haven’t heard jim-jams or pyjies, but we use PJs too, and jammies (not sure of spelling).
          The differences can be a hoot, Judith. When I was about 11, a particular style of trousers was very popular here. They were calf length and gathered at a cuff below the knee, like old fashioned golf pants. The only name I’ve ever heard for them was (drum roll) knickers. My (also 11 years old) English pen pal and I were discussing fashion and I mentioned how badly I wanted a pair of knickers. She of course, was horrified that I didn’t have any. 😀

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    • I’m tickled pink that you enjoyed it Teri. Well then… you might like an old serial “Copper, the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers.” They end up in a strange purple (yes… i really said purple) world of ape doppelgangers. No… I have never done hallucinogenic drugs. LOL. Huge thanks for visiting and for all your support. Hugs!

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    • Haha! I think you’re right about the miles, Jacquie. I had not thought about flappers that way, but I can see what you mean. I do like the fun-loving, whimsical image I have of them. Do I see a Roaring Twenties romance novel in your writing future? 😀
      Heartfelt thanks for visiting. You’re the bee’s knees!

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    • Now, I don’t know about that, John (imagination)! 😀 But thank you. The thing is, I’d feel wrong about taking over Chris’ time travel idea — even though, with his amazing generosity, I know he wouldn’t mind… but that’s not the point.
      I’m tickled pink that you enjoyed this mini series, and truly appreciate all your support.
      I called in today with a snow headache, but even though I took leave, I’ll save your Story Day for my lunchtime treat. Can’t wait to see the latest about Lucas and the cougars. Hey… that could be a subtitle. 😀 You’re the cat’s pajamas!

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  5. A delight to read as I return to my reader today Teagan and I will have to confess.. I could do with hopping into that time machine and backtrack a couple of months as I endeavour to catch up with your beautiful writing skills..
    So loved the name of your Detective.. All the D’s
    And can not even begin to pronounce the name of the Sultan at the Ottoman Empire 😀
    And loved Thoroughly Modern Millie.. Can just see the Charleston 🙂

    Have a super duper week as you fly here there and everywhere. Now where is that Transporter Machine again????? 🙂 Zooooom.. Gone!

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    • Sue you are such a delight. I’m happy you could climb onto the time machine! Oh, the alliterative names… that was a bit of whimsy I carried through all of Pip’s serial stories. It all began with episode 2 of the first serial. I only knew a couple of people in the blog world, so at first getting “3 things” to write about was a challenge. I saw a blog challenge that included occupation names (ballerina, fireman, movie star)… so I added the characters’ occupation to the alliterative naming game.
      As for the sultan — me neither! LOL. I avoid difficult names, but try to add a bit of history now and then. Thanks for taking time to visit. You’re the cat’s pajamas!

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  6. Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
    It is Jazz Age Wednesday and the third part of the story cooked up and executed with style by Teagan Geneviene and for this particular adventure, The Story Reading Ape.. A New Year’s costume party is in full swing but of course with Arti the time travelling chimpanzee, Pip and her friend Mona, things are going to go with a bang….

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    • Hi Fraggle. It really means a lot to me that I could bring up a happy memory for you. 🙂 They had such marvelous language back then. So much more fun than the slang we use now. I appreciate your feedback about the ending. You’re the cat’s pajamas!

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  7. Good Wednesday morning dear Teagan….and thank you once again for a superb chapter and conclusion. I love the video and can well imagine the capers that Pip, Artie and Mona got up to 🙂 Hope you and Crystal enjoy a lovely day and that the creative juices continue to flow xxx.

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    • Oh really? (The time travel) I was concerned that I might be over using it. But maybe the only other one was In the Pip of Time… Great feedback, Olga — I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks for taking time to visit and for sharing on FB. You’re the cat’s meow!

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