EP.9 - THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE YELLOW'S HOME

Lately Chanel was really sad. During her previous accommodation, in the pink bedroom of her owner, she was used to chitty chat with her best friend Thèo. He was a French rubber ducky too. They had breakfast together every morning and he kissed her (head) goodnight every night before going back to his drawer. He was passionate about fashion, like every

French born duck, and had the cutest striped shirt. Thèo had a thing for coffee and his brown complexion was the perfect match for his brewed drink. Chanel really missed him. She didn’t talk about him much but she quite often mistaken the other ducks’ name and called them Thèo. Yellow wanted to somehow help her but he didn’t know how to. He went to Violet, she always came up with ideas and follow through,  Yellow usually missed the second part. She was thinking so hard Yellow could hear her brain working. Orange joined them, a blank stare plastered on his face when they asked him to think of something. He was a duck of action. He mimicked his sister in order to make fun of her but she gave him a big smile. Yellow and Orange exchanged a worried glance, that was very unusual of her. “You are a genius!” she said. “Am I?” replied Orange. “Is he?” asked our rubber friend Yellow. “Yeh….Hey! Bro…..”. Violet stopped them before it was too late. How could they be related to her, they were – both – so dumb. “May I tell you my plan or do you want to argue first?” They took their sweet time before answering. They wouldn’t have bothered fighting a little bit but she looked at them with dangerous eyes and they shushed. Meanwhile Violet took the self-tanning cream and the make-up palette and started painting Orange, Yellow ran away to summon up all the bathroom rubber ducks. By the end of the day they were all painted to resemble Thèo.

When Chanel saw them she thought it was a terrifying spectacle but she smiled because she knew they had done it out of love and because, for the first time since Yellow had opened her pink box, she felt like home. Yellow hugged her and said “You may have lost one Thèo but now you have plenty of Thèos!” She was going to thank him when it occurred to her that, by hugging her, he’d trashed her scarf. She was such a mess she actually cried. She could have killed him, she could have killed them all. Yellow tried to apologize. He begged but she was so angry she was almost red. Violet took the scarf and assured her they’d clean it up. There was no plural when it came to cleaning though. Yellow (who - God knows why - in the end was the only guilty one) spent the night in the bathtub washing the scarf.

Bottom line, there is be no place like home because it’s only at home that you can love and be mad at someone at the same time and Yellow loved and hated them all at the moment.