Smart AND Funny

an old rickety house is seen. the genius stands at the front gate. looking to a piece of paper then at the house address, he pushes the picket white fence open. closing it slowly behind him, he brushes the paint chips that clug to his hand off. striding towards the gate he turns his head phones off. he then knocks on the door. "just a minute," a womans voice answers from inside. genius looks around at the scenery, but hteres not much ot see. "poor town" is what they call it, a place genius knows well, or at least knew well.

"sorry about the wait," the woman answers wiping her hands on the base of her aporon. "can i help you?"

"yes," genius begins, "I'm looking for jimmy."

"jimmy!" the woman yells upstairs, "theres someone here to see you." adjusting her attension to the man as footsteps are heard upstairs, "who are you anyway?"

"im a wrestler, they call me the genius, but you can just call me gary. im here to give jimmy two tickets to my match tomorrow night, seeing that its just down the road."

"well, im sure jimmy would love it, but i have to work... and the only other person i know is our baby sitter, rachel, but she ahs to watch little thomas."

"what about your husband," the genius inquires. she lets out a small laugh. jimmy rushes into the room. "i see," the genius continues, "but i can take him."

"take me where?" jimmy insists. although hesitant, with a few minutes convincing the genius scores jimmy front row seats at tuesday night rumble. his mother, ann, invites genius in for coffee while jimmy runs for his notepad. he begins interviewing genius.

"so who are you going to fight? are you gonna accept that challenge those guys gave you?"

"well," genius begins, "i wasn't sure at first... but ive decided i will. these goofy clowns want to walk around issuing challenges like they are on the level of the genius, well, ill just put 'em to the test. i'll rip that clown boot offa jake jeckel's fat foot and shove it up his cushy ass. i dont care how big the shoe is either, im sure outsider will losen that place up for me if you know what im thinkin'"

jimmy's mom gasps while jimmy just scribels puzzeled. "especially with magma on your side, he looks pretty tough."

this time the genius got to laugh, but no small concealed giggle, a good ol' knee slapper. in fact, genius fell on the damn floor laughing. then he rolled over on the cat he was laughing so hard. the cat scratched him pretty bad for that shit, but he still kept laughing. later that night, after jimmy went to bed, his mom started getting all worried cause genius was still rolling around the floor. by this time all the furnature had all been knocked over and the cat had run away from getting squashed so much. of course, jimmy's mom wasn't laughing. you could tell by her face she was pissed she would have to clean that shit up. genius didnt seem to even notice, he was to busy holding his side cause it hurt so much and kicking stuff around cause he couldnt stay under controll. so she calls an ambulance for him, thinking he might not be laughing but actually having a seziure. when the paremedics get there they check him out.

"Mam, he seems to be alright, except he cant stop laughing. do you have an idea what caused this?"

"no," jimmmy's mom begins.

not being able to contain hisself, genius trys to speak. "the.. he... the kid thinks... ha, ha... said... magma... tough... ha..."

the paramedic, stunned by the possibilty of magma being tough, falls on top of genius lauging hystariclly. the other paramedic recieves a call of an emercency situtaion, but cant seem to get the other guy to snap out of it. finally he injects each of them with some codine to settle them down. jimmy comes down stairs wondering what all the comotion is.

"sorry, kid," the genius says as he leaves... "but we'll see what magma's all about tomorrow night, hopefully it wont be a laughing matter"

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