Traxt The Dragon Hosts a Party.

 

Traxt The Dragon's New gig.

"Traxt The Dragon Hosts a party!"

Written September 2023.

(The very large and shallaced kitchen is now decorated with countless cakes tall as the manor's ceiling, there are mixing bowls scattered all over the counter-tops and shined floors. Wry is putting the icing on one of the smaller, but queen sized double layer cakes.)

wry: Oh, Traxt this has got to be the first party I've ever held since my mother's side of the family has decided to move back to town!

And oh!This is the first time I've ever thrown a party with a dragon.

Traxt: Yeah, I do gotta say Wry, I've never really seen a party before that didn't involve the sacking of another kingdom.

wty:It's Bob and I's tradition Traxt. Every year we host the biggest little cottilian in the county, complete with all our friends from work, or the country club, or the comitee. We've been doing this for decades, but I gotta admit, it's gotten harder since I've gotten....

Wry: Um.....Since I've gotten...........

Wry: But never mind! I've got help now! So tell me Traxt, you must have had a similar thing back from where-ever dragons come from?

Traxt: Well not to say that we didn't.....it's just that instead of cakes stacked to the ceiling it was the skulls of the dragons from the opposite island. But we had lots of barbeque!

(Bob closing the living room door.)

Wry: Oh Bob! There you are!

Bob: Sorry Sea-shell, traffic comming home was almost as congested as the exectutive suite at the football season. 

Wry: Oh Bob, just sit there and let me boil you some anti-allergenic tea. And since you mentioned Frank, will he be here this saturday?

Bob:

Bob: He told me at the golf coarse he wouldn't miss it. And he never does. No one wants to be left out whenever you throw a party, Gul. It's not everyone who can say their wife started a town tradition. I see you working so hard.

Wry: Oh,Too hard, Bob. But thankfully we've got Traxt here to help us with the newest event.

Bob:spits out the tea.)Woah, woah, THAT DRAGON? You're letting that dragon attend our party?

Wry:Well of coarse he's attending, he's the one who helped me bake and mix all these cakes!

wry: Infact, I was thinking.....he could host too.

Bob:

Bob:HOST? Wry, letting him cook for our friends is itself worrisome enough, but host? Host our party? That's where I draw the line in the grass. Wry, I don't want that dragon attending our party.

Wry: Traxt has been here with me since the crack of the first bird-call, preparing all the desserts, all the horesdevors, and helping me juice the lemons, and helping me order the imported goods!

Wry: He WILL be attending the party,

Wry:he WILL be hosting, and

Wry:And,he WILL be making a speach at the top of the foyer before the food will be served. 

Bob: Y-yes scallop.

(As the scene changes, Wry is adorning the cakes with the finishing touches.)

Bob: I'd still say inviting that dragon is a huge risk to everyone who's going to eat or drink. Who knows what kind of magic stuff he put in there when you weren't looking!

Wry:

Wry: Now Bob put a glass in it. I don't need to think of our HOST doing any thing like that to everyone who's been palpitating to see him, after I've been bragging so much about our newest edition to the mannor.

Traxt: You've been telling your colleages about....m-me?

Wry:

Wry: Yes sir, and why wouldn't I?  You're the real centerpeice to this party, despite that new chandelier I ordered.

wry:Which you'll be standing under! When the hall's to full capacity. Have ya thought about how you'll been lighting the flame, Traxt?                

Traxt: I....didn't even know I was supposed to carry the speach, actually. 

Bob:

Bob:Well everyone we've known for the last twenty years is going to attend, so maybe it's time to do some thinkin'!

Bob: What? This is one of our biggest events of the year and it's always up to us to carry our reputation to give all those photographers we hired to have something to hang on the front covers of their magazines! We don't want this dragon to ruin it all.

wry: Bob, Traxt has proven himself to be a more than able guard to our home, and Im very certain as a shark in skis that hell be ablento tout our traditions just as well as anyother hire. Isn't that right Taxt?

Traxt: Of coarse....I.....I'll 

Traxt:S-sorry, I kinda get the hiccups when I'm nervouse.

Wry: Oh no,  can't have that before the event today! There's gotta be somethin' to calm Some meds? Some fizzy sweet tea?

Bob: Some nice ice chips to suck on?

Traxt:

I think I just need some time to....(he walks down the hallway.)

wry: T-Tra-----

Wry: Tr....

Wry: (Sigh) Traxt....

wry: Bob, ya don't think I frazzled him just now do ya?

Bob: Now Wry, he's a dragon. You know they don't get frazzled.

(Meanwhile, Vrultrec is hiding in the shower in the nearest bathroom. He peers out from the shower curtain and sees Traxt splashing some water on his face.) If the rainforest dragon could see you now.

Traxt: Vrul-(He hiccups.)

(Vrultrec removes some hand towels out of the way of Traxt's flames.)

Vrultrec: Quit talkin' before ya bring the house to smolder.

Wing Wryth: Traxt dosen't have time to talk to us. He's plannin' a party.

(traxt hiccups again.)

Vrultrec: yeah, I heard about how he'g gotta give a speech to all those facy humans.

Wing Wryth: So why don't ya look exited Traxt?

Vrultrec: It's cause the idea of saying a few pointless words to a few money pumped non-magicals is givving him hiccups.

Traxt: You guys get out of here. I need time to reh-(He hiccups.)

Vrultrec:

Alright Traxty old pal, as pathetic as this is to sit here and watch you burp out your insides, take this. It's a magic potion.

Traxt: I don't need any magical enhancements to help me preform this job, I just need to take a few deep-----

Vrultrec:

Considerations that I'm right. Now listen Traxty kins, if you toast these party goers without a wine glass you're good as flying back to the rain forest.

(Vrultrect gives the drink to Traxt. Before the dragon can argue, the door swings open and it's a very nervouse and riled Wry.)

Wry: Traxt! Oh thank molases I finally found ya. C'mon everyone's here.

(He rushes him to the top of the stairs.)

I finally found him. Alright Traxt, I'm going down-stairs to joi n everyone to hear what you're going to say before we pull all the food out of the kitchen. Break a tooth Traxt.

(As Wry walks down-stairs, Traxt is trying to grab his nerves. He is begining to have fizzy vision, meanwhile, downstairs in the sea of well dressed humans, a young woman picks up a ruby necklace.)

Vrultrec: Just look at him, he's burning himself to reeds.

to his new employers that's not something that'll give him any positive social points. Something tells me he never drunk the potion I worked so hard to mix for him. 

Traxt: H-hello....e-every-o.....one.......and welcome of coarse, to the mannor Rinestone. I'm....my name.........(he wobbles, and suddenly a clap of wind from outside. We can see the trees and spanish moss are blwoing in the pacing wind.)

Woman: Oh my!

(There is a commotion as the power goes gray. That's when quick thinking Traxt, blows fire into the chandelier, and creates a new light source. The crowd is awed. Traxt flies downstairs and lands gracefully. He checks the crowd with concerened eyes.)

Traxt: Is everyone alright?

Older Woman: I'm always right as a wind tunnel when I get to see Wry and Bob's newest peices! And Wry, might I compliment you've out-did yourself! (glancing to the chandelier.)

Wry: Thank you! Ah, Traxt this is Trixie, the assistant exectuive developer to the conglomerate of healthy trailmix shops around here. 

Trixie: I've heard so much about you Mr. Traxt.

(It is obviousley chapter two. The power is grey no longer. The crowd cheers for it's coming back on.)

Man: Ah, finally here he is. The one who saved the party's introduction. Nice to meet ya. (the man shakes Traxt's hand rather arrogantly.) I'm Fred, the assistant director to the golf-lessons-cordinator. I've know Wry and Bob since they were sugary eyed newlyweds! 

Two women: There he is! There's the dragon who saved the power!

Woman #1: So it really is TRUE. 

Woman #2: Wow, Bob and Wry weren't talkin' from anything but the turkey's mouth. Imagine, real roylaty right here in our tiny little old town!

Woman#1: Well, we've got some royal acestry a few hundred years down the line y'know!

Woman#2: Yeah, but nothin' like this! 

Fred: Ladies, please. I was just going to invite our royal of honor to a sail across the lake to my autum home. If I could cut infront of you please----

   Woman:#3:Why boat when he can fly! I'm sure he'd feel much more comphortable in our private air-plane.

Woman#2: Oh good idea momma. You'd rather fly with us, huh mr. Dragon?

Traxt:(Now with a swirling head) Ah, it dosen't matter where I go or how I travel....aheh.....

Woman#1: So you can fly right? 

Woman:#2: Oh what's that like? 

Man#2: I tell ya, I always wanted to fly, and I've always said everybody's got the capactiy to do it!

Man#2: So how does one do it? How does one fly?

Woman#1: Oh yes, you've got to tell us. 

Fred:  yeah, dragon, tell us. We wanna fly too.

(A few feet away Wry is chatting with her own crowd of folks. That's when a woman with long red hair comes us to her.)

Veldet: Wry, my dear you look as frilly as a flower patch, and your latest peice above the hearth, simply magazine worthy.

Wry: Oh, Veldet, good to see you, and you're one to talk, is that an original Vardelucci?

Veldet: Well I've got to show support for them somehow after they donated so much to the place my daughter works now.

Wry: Oh get out, Vivian got a new job?

Veldet: That's right, no more internships. You're looking at the new lead!

Vivian: Hi Mrs. Rinestone.

Wry: Oh vivien, and remember, I still can see the day your momma rented out the spa for her babyshower. 

Veldet: Oh she is still the spittin' image.

(Vivian in the background "yes momma.")

Veldet: You should have seen her last year, not only did she make the dean's list, but she graduated at the top of her internship, racked up over 100 hours of expirience in her field, and went straight to the highest paid postion in her office. Yes ma'am she is the torch of our little old house. 

Wry: It makes me so proud to see her grow so accomplished.

Veldet: Well of coarse she's acomplished, she's my daughter. (veldet arrogantly sips a glass.)

(Meanwhile back at the other group where Traxt is the subject of everyone's eye's bulging.)

Wry: Everyone! I think it's time that our guest and I serve the food. (Traxt breaths a sigh of relief and quietly walks away.)

Woman #1: But I can't eat when I'm still so full of so many things to ask the dragon.

Man#1: What did he say his name was?

Fred: I think he said his name is.....Traxt.

Woman#3: I already knew his name when he told it to me. Where DID he go?

(The group all contiue to call Traxt's name, putting his hiccups at the ready. Meanwhile Wry's heels click on the shiny floor as she spots the dragon making his way for the kitchen.)

Wry: Traxt!

(Traxt on scared insitic flies and covers his hiccup. Bob, in the crowd sees this and makes an angry and suspicious expression of the dragon, as he often does.)

Traxt: Oh, Wry.....I was just looking for you!

Wry: Look no further, we gotta whole house of hungry folks to shovel. 

(As the tired dragon is getting the cakes to serve, there is a sudden comotion in the foyer. There's a steryotypical dimsayed scream.)

Wry: What happened? Is everyone o.k.?

Woman: No, some one fainted.

Veldet: Not some one! Vivian! My daughter, she fainted! Oh, baby! Baby wake up! Momma's talkin' to you!

Man: We've got to call some one.

Woman#4: No no, if anyone can do anythin' it's the dragon!

Fred: yeah, he was just talkin' to us bout how he can fly. If he can do that he can help Veldet's daughter.

Veldet: You can help her right?

Traxt:Now, Everyone give me some room, I'm not any kind of medical professional maybe we should just call the correct humans to help her. 

Veldet: We can't just leave her here on the ground! Oh! 

Traxt: Don't worry, I won't be leaving her anywhere. If you will, allow me to carry her to one of the guest rooms until the ambulence arrives.

(A whimpering Veldet and Wry watch Traxt carry the unconsious woman when he suddenly notices something. Wry, being the keen one notices Traxt.)

Traxt:*thinking* This human smells like.....but....that's not........

Woman: She's awake!

(veldet shoves Traxt.)

Veldet: Oh Vivian! Oh my child, can you hear me? How many nails do I have done?

(Vivian suddenly has a glow in her eyes.....she shoves her mother and grows ridiculous hair and sharp teeth with horns and a tail. Now rabid. Bob is horrified, but so is everyone else.)

Traxt: I knew it....but.......

(veldet is hysterical, while Wry calms her down. The now angry creature roars and everyone is being lead out by Wry, meanwhile Traxt, trying to study her, get's picked up by the angry new Veldet. He breaks free, and tries to fly to look at her new form some more.)

Traxt:*Hitting his head and wings on the decor hanging from the near twenty foot ceiling.* Ugh. Can't fly, can't breath fire! Too much of this stuff'll smolder down the manor. So how can I.....

(Before he finishes his sentence, the creature spews goo all over. The Mother of this now different daughter faints in Wry's hands.)

Traxt: *grossed out.* I knew I knew that smell. That's a stagnant  beast if I ever smelled one.  

(Vivian the stagant beast is now wrecking all the art and hanging decor in the home. She begins to charge into Traxt, yet he dodges it, messing up a sculpture. Vivian the Stagnant is so busy roaring she dosen't notice Traxt taking hand sanitizer and using his magic to throw it. Suddenly, the roars become mushed, and the stagnant creature shrinks. she shrinks until there is nothing more than a dazed Vivian, with a sloppy work uniform and embarassed.)

Veldet: Oh! Vivian! Oh, are you.....

Vivian: I'm just fine, momma.

(The party has ended and everyone is clearing the manor. They thank Bob and Wry, and Traxt is standing beside them.)

(Later, Traxt is seen pacing his new room.)

Traxt: A beast like that around these parts? How? I just don't.....he opens a book and begins to read. 

(This book's episode ends with Traxt sitting down and reading. Wry is taking her makeup off by the vanity.)

Wry: *With her back turned to Bob who is angrily sitting by the bedside.*

Oh Bob, would ya quit lookin' at me?

Bob: I knew it! I knew some-how that dragon would cause something