Diversions: Choices

"Will this ice cream line ever move?" a sweaty Wade grumbled, fanning herself with her red California Raisins cap.

"Wade, just chill." Quinn took off his sunglasses to wipe the sweat from his face. "We'll get there."

Remmy checked the indoor attractions list. "Chill is the operative word here. I think we can catch the 5:45 showing of “The Magician”. Air conditioning here we come."

"Mr. Brown, those sleight of hand tricks are for children. I'm more interested in the “Dance of the Stars” and it's at 5:40." Arturo sipped his ice cold water while checking his watch.

Wade slid the timer into her cap and checked the time. "Guys, we can't split up or we'll miss the slide at 6:25." She moved forward ten feet.

Quinn checked the map on the back of Remmy's brochure. "They’re showing at opposite sides of this amusement park. There's no way to get from one side to the other in time."

"I say we put this up for a vote. Who wants to see magic?" Remmy raised his hand. "Come on guys, vote with me."

Quinn and Wade didn't second him.

Arturo smiled. "Ha! Even though this is a moot point I'm going to ask who wants to see the stars?" Arturo raised his hand much to the dismay of Remmy.

Neither Quinn nor Wade raised theirs.

"No one asked us what we wanted to see," complained Wade. "I want to see that fortune teller."

Quinn scoffed at the idea, looking ahead. "I can tell you the future... I'll be eating ice cream before you all."

He ran forward to close the large gap that occurred in the meantime. The others followed close on his heels, reaching the ice cream stand mere seconds after Quinn.

"I want a double mint chocolate in a waffle cone," Quinn ordered with a smile.

"Make that two," Arturo interjected.

"Can I have a strawberry sorbet in a cup," Wade ordered.

"Make mine a hot fudge sundae with everything!" Remmy declared.

The concessionaires, dressed in black and white striped shirts and wearing black berets, stared at the quartet for a second before pointing to the large sign hanging above them.

"Synchronized Miming. I Scream For You!" the sliders exclaimed in disbelief.

With that signal, the mimes screamed in unison “Mimes getting out of the box” while pantomiming.

“Damn the French and their mimes,” remarked a disgusted Arturo, walking away from the travesty.

“We’re English, blistering idiot!” retorted the furious mimes as they jumped over the counter.

Wade, Remmy and Quinn chuckled as the mimes gave chase.

“Apparently, the French didn’t have mimes on this world,” remarked Quinn. “I wonder what’s the penalty for insulting one.”

“You know, the Professor could stand to loose a little weight,” Wade added as they saw Arturo run around the corner.

Remmy rubbed his lower back. “Tell me about it. He crushed me on the last slide.”

“Are we going after him?” asked a concerned Wade.

"Nah, I can't take all that pantomiming. Remmy?"

"The Professor can take care of himself. Besides, they weren't that good."

"True. Let's go find some ice cream. Real ice cream."

The three sliders walked away disregarding the Professor's pleas for help.

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