Even Charlie Chan gets baited, but he rarely falls for the bait. Of course, his number one son may bait him even more than any evildoer…
Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week we’re back by popular demand to what was formerly loosely referred to as humor.
Copyright – Melanie Greenwood
How to De-Bait a Detective
Number one son, wait. No go through that.
Why papa-san?
Absence of owner’s manual wastes user’s time.
Huh?
Only get lost. Bait only good if fish bite.
You think it’s a trap?
A fool in a bush is easily seen.
What do we do?
We go around.
How?
Walk.
Papa-san so wise.
Remember son-san: words cannot cook rice.
Fer sure, pops.
Rice no pop, try corn.
Ok. I get it.
So smartass-son get this: when dinner over, nobody remembers spoon.
Perfect. Now, let’s go, dad.
Detectives, like authors, choose words wisely, take time.
I give up. Whenever you’re ready.
Ok, now is time to go.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
Exit…stage right….
In the words of the late and infamous Kurt Vonnegut, “So it goes…”
I really liked the old Charlie Chan movies with Number One son (Keye Luke) and Number Two son (Sen Yung) and so on and only white guys ever playing Charlie. But I think the reference to calling people “san” is Japanese, not Chinese?
You so-san right. Me-san so wrong.
But remember: he who mixes Japanese with Chinese might end up with Thai.
I love Thai-san food too!
Was that Thai-san or Tyson?
So funny! You and Perry crack me up!
Cracked up?
need glue?
Dear Randy-san
It’s all about timing and knowing when to go. Good comedy. Take bow. Throw rice. Better than rotten tomatoes.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Much better than rotten tomatoes…
I :-)was going to get picky but i see someone else already has spotted the ‘san’. I think Charlie is Chinese but then sometimes we speak with a fork tongue and slip in a bit of Japanese. 🙂 Anyways, I love your humour. Life would be better with a manual. Maybe I could write one. hahaha.
Lily
Thank you, Lily.
I have to brush up on my far eastern dialects. not good with my Brooklyn accent.
Randy
Another piece that made me smile – thank you.
smiles are like hard nuts –
much better when cracked.
Very cute, made me smile 🙂
smiles are like hard nuts –
much better when cracked.
But I repeat myself.
Dear Randy, Your name was used for this prompt (even though it is misspelled). Excellent story and you made me smile too! Papa-san and Charlie Chan – can’t get any better late at night. I love it. We have always called our sons #1, #2, #3, and #4 sons and they love the reference to Charlie Chan movies! I used to watch them all the time! Excellent Mr. Maize! Nan 🙂
One ounce of Charlie Chan worth ton of late night reading.
Thank you.
I meant Mazie – sorry – I missed the spelling – Oops! Nan
Hey, maize goes with the maize maze… 😉
a-mazie-ing!
“Remember son-san: words cannot cook rice.”
I’m a chuckling orange duckling. They never allowed Chan to say ‘smartass.’
Oh that was Charlie. This is his cousin Deadpan Chan. He can say whatever the **** he wants.
Brilliant! I used to love those films and this piece does them justice.
Ah, the commenter who writes, “brilliant”, has flash of insight.
Ha..just wish I’d seen those movies.. Remember the maize give pop-corn ..
You so right. I can see that you weren’t Bjorn yesterday. A-maize me.
I loved the Charlie Chan reference as well. But what I noticed most is that your dialogue itself creates a MAZE of words and sentences. It’s a great take on the prompt.
Most of the time it seems like just going around in circles. Ha.
Thanks for stopping by. Randy
Have you found your way out?
Haha! Bravo.
Nothing brave about them.
Oh… you wrote bravo. Thanks.
Randy
Hi ya! That was my kung fu punch. I expect them to break out in a choreographed fight now, just for kicks. Fun story, Randy. Nice one!
“Hi ya”
Kung fu. Loved it.
I would write Hi Ya back to you, but you might think I was sparring with you.
“Bye ya.” 😉
Randy
I absolutely loved those old Charlie Chan movies. He had about 12 kids didn’t he? I know he lived in Hawaii. Funny story, Randy. 😀 Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
Thanks. I like writing pieces like these.
Twelve kids, eh? I didn’t know that. Did they all have numbers? Number one son, number two, and so on?
Hey. did he, by any chance, marry that old lady who lived in a shoe?
😉
Randy