Tragic Toys s.2 - Mummy Boy, Roy The Toxic Boy, Jimmy The Hideous Penguin Boy
Mummy Boy
Roy, The Toxic Boy
Jimmy, The Hideous Penguin Boy
Производитель: Dark Horse Comics
Год: 2003
Размер: 3-4”
Описание: Это персонажи книги Тима Бертона «Грустная смерть Мальчика Устрицы и другие истории»(Tim Burton "The melancholy death of oyster boy and other stories"), в которой в стихотворной форме рассказывается нелегкая жизнь детей с разными «дефектами». Фигурки воспроизводят иллюстрации из книги, сделанные самим автором.
Mummy Boy, Roy The Toxic Boy, Jimmy The Hideous Penguin Boy
- Mummy Boy-
He wasn't soft and pink
witha fat little tummy;
he was hard and hollow,
a little boy mummy.
"Tell us, please, Doctor,
the reason or cause,
why our gundle of joy
is just a bundle of gauze."
"My diagnosis," he said
"for better or worse,
is that your son is the result
of an old pharoah's curse."
That night they talked
of their son's odd condition-
they called him "a reject
from an archaeological expidition."
They thought of some complex
scientific explanation,
but assumed it was simple
supernatural reincarnation.
With the other young tots
he only played twice,
an ancient game of vergin sacrifice.
(But the kids ran away, saying, "You aren't very nice.")
alone and rejected, Mummy Boy wept,
then went to the cabinet
where the snack food was kept.
He wiped his wet slockets with his mummified sleeves,
and sat down to a bowl of sugar-frosted tanna leaves.
One dark, gloomy day,
from out of the fog,
appeared a little white mummy dog.
For his newfound wrapped pet,
he did many things,
like building a dog house
a la Pryimid of kings.
It was late in day-
just before dark.
Mummy Boy took his dog
for a walk in the park.
The park was empty
except for a squirrel,
and a birthday party for a Mexican girl.
The boys and girls had all started to play,
but noticed that thing that looked like a papier mache.
"Look its a pinata,"
said one of the boys,
"Let's crack it wide open
and get the candy and toys."
They took a baseball bat
and whacked open his head.
Mummy Boy fell to the ground;
he finally was dead.
Inside of his head
were no candy or prizes,
jast a few stray bettles
of various sizes.
xXx
- Roy, The Toxic Boy-
To those who knew him
-his friends-
we called him Roy.
To others he was known
as that horrible Toxic Boy.
He loved ammonia and asbestos,
and lots of cigarette smoke.
What he breathed in for air
would make other people choke!
His very favorite toy
was a can of aerosol spray;
he'd sit quietly and shake it,
and spray it all the day.
He'd stand inside the garage
in the early-morning frost,
waiting for the car to start
and fill him with exhaust.
The one and only time
I ever saw Toxic Boy cry
was when some sodium chloride
got into his eye.
One day for fresh air
they put him in the garden.
His face went deathly pale
and his body began to harden.
The final gasp of his short life
was sickly with despair.
Whoever thought that you could die
from breathing outdoor air?
As Roy's soul left his body
we all said a silent prayer.
It drifted up to heaven
and left a hole in the ozone layer.
xXx
- Jimmy, The Hideous Penguin Boy-
"My name is Jimmy,
but my friends just call me
'the hideous penguin boy.'"