Monty laughed hysterically as he dragged the over sized sledge hammer through the dirt. The hammer left a jagged wake behind him, it shook as his laughter brought his body to sporadic tremors. He breathed deeply, filling every square inch of his lungs with oxygen. His arms flew back with the the hammer soon to follow. Ready to strike, his eyes bulged and became bloodshot with joyful excitement. His laugh degenerated to a desperate wheeze as anticipation gripped him. Below him Laurel sat looking at the inevitable. His eyes widened and his whole body convulsed with a concussive laugh when the hammer's long handle took a rubber consistency and audibly sank to the ground.
Monty was nearly defeated. Disappointed, oxygen refilled his deprived lungs as his arms sat frozen above his head, deflated sledgehammer draped at his back. His eyes grew wide as a giant glowing yellow light bulb flashed over his head. Yes! He would swing down the hammer all the same, rubber handle or not. Laurel looked up to see the hammer falling mercilessly towards his face.
When the dust settled he walked away, his body now like an accordion, contracting and expanding with every step, playing an off key melody as he moved. Monty rocked back and forth on the ground with a laugh that quickly grew into a cackle. Laurel stuck his thumb in his mouth, , exhaled with purpose and his body corrected itself back to its proper plump proportions. It was a fun game.
