misunderstanding greatness

Written for theatrical_muse

Shy laughed at the antics of the men on the television screen. He'd seen this episode many times before, could probably recite half the skits from memory, but he never grew tired of the jokes. So when his mother walked in and turned off the telly, he sprang up from the couch, indignant.

"Hey! I was watching that!"

"Honey, you can't spend all day inside watching 'Benny Hill' repeats," she scolded her son. "It's a beautiful day outside. Don't you want to find your friends instead of watching that ridiculous show?"

"It's not ridiculous," Shy frowned, slumping back onto the sofa. "Just because you don't get the jokes..."

"Now, really, what's to get?" his mother laughed. "All he does is run around with scantily clad girls and make terrible jokes."

"If you don't get the man's genius, I won't explain it," Shy said, putting out his hand for the remote. "Give it here."

Shaking her head, Shy's mother gave him back the remote control and left the room.

"Scantily clad birds are the best part," he muttered as he turned the set back on.