CitPC Chapter II, part 2.

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Rating: PG-13, with infrequent cursing.

Caught in the Python's Coils (The Box)

Chapter II: The Missing Python, part 2.

Darn it. Thought John angrily, Why do I feel so… light-headed? I hope I wasn’t out drinking last night.

His ears perked up as he heard a voice from outside the bedroom door saying something to him.

“Alright darling,” He murmured in response.

It was usually around this time in the morning that John’s wife Connie would go out to visit her Father at the local care-home. She would always go early to avoid possible traffic jams. John, still feeling pretty sick, opened the bedroom door and made his way downstairs.

Crap, there’s a bloody Python meeting I’ve got to go to.

John yawned loudly and reached his arm out to grab for the phone.

I’ll just get a taxi or something. Can’t be arsed driving.

He pressed in a few numbers and dialled for the Taxi service. When the Taxi arrived, John came out of the front door and didn’t bother to lock it. He stopped suddenly and began to madly search his coat pockets.

Keys? Keys? WHERE THE HELL ARE MY BLOODY KEYS?

The Taxi driver was staring back at him weirdly, as John searched through his coat, then his trouser pockets frantically.

To hell with this! I’ll just leave it. Not like there’s any burglars or mad murderers about or anything.

John looked up to see the Taxi driver smiling at him.

“And you can wipe that slimy grin off your face.” He spat at the driver. The driver flinched and looked around, whistling innocently to himself. John sighed and entered the black cab. “To the BBC my good man, and step on it!” he declared.

“Of course sir,” Smiled the driver.

Friday, February 11th. 8:49 am, another part of London.

Whilst all this stuff was going on, in yet another part of London, driving his cute Mini down the road was none other than Mike Palin. He, being the loving chap that he is, decided that he would pick up Graham Chapman and take him to the BBC for the meeting with Mr Biolek. Mike parked outside and honked his car horn. No response. He tried again a couple of times and waited. Nothing.

Typical Graham. He thought, unfolding his Daily Telegraph newspaper and skimming through its contents. “Communist leader Mao Zedong’s successor Lin Biao dies in a plane crash flying over Mongolia. Hmm, interesting.” Said Mike in an ironic manner. After reading an article about a police riot in an American prison, and something about an Egyptian Constitution, Mike threw the paper down and glanced at his watch. He had been reading the paper for around 20 minutes, only once pausing to beep his horn again. “God, Graham, why are you taking so bloody long?” Mike muttered. Trying not to loose his patience, he calmly got out of his car and approached the front door of Graham’s. He knocked. “Gray? It’s Michael. C’mon hurry up!” Still, no reply. “I’m already 10 minutes late!” Mike added, now frantically knocking on the door, causing bits of plastic to fall off of it (it was a cheap door), “Please Graham! If you don’t come out in 5 minutes, I’ll have to go without you.” Mike stopped his frantic knocking and sighed heavily. Feeling pretty forlorn, Mike turned and slowly walked back to his Mini. As he mentioned, he did wait that extra 5 minutes. However Graham refused to answer. He didn’t even pop his head out the bedroom window to tell Mike that he would be ‘down in a jiffy’. Mike started the car engine and sighed again. How could you let us down like this, Gray? After a moment of contemplation, he too pushed his foot against the pedal and drove off hurriedly, without Gray, to the Beeb...

YES IT'S BAD I'M SORRY :(

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