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Sally and Billy in Babyland

Chapter 8

There were four soldiers in diapers in front of Sally and Billy. The diapers, fashioned out of brown canvas and attached with large black safety pins at the side, looked ridiculous.

But the rifles pointed at Sally’s face made the soldiers seem dangerous.

Sally wanted to turn and run. But she remembered what Chuck and Laurie said about running away so she stayed put.

Sally found it difficult to stand still because her knees wobbled. If only the soldiers would lower their weapons, she might speak.

“State your business,” the soldier in front said.

“We seek asylum in Babyland,” Sally said, struggling to form the words. “We have run away from home, and wish only to grow up to be just like Big Baby.”

The guard nodded. Then he looked at Billy. “What about you?”

“I want to be a soldier, just like you guys.”

Sally thought she saw a look of regret on the guard’s face.

The other soldiers relaxed and lowered their weapons. Sally breathed at last.

A soldier escorted them to the gate while the guard hurried inside the building.

From the gate, Sally could see down into the trench. At the bottom was water so the trench was a moat. Except that there were piles of trash so thick it seemed you could walk from one side to the other without getting your feet wet.

Another soldier came out of the fortified building. This one must have been in charge because he wore a diaper fashioned from tan canvas and he carried a clipboard instead of a gun.

“You have requested asylum?”

“We have,” Sally said.

“Come with me.”

As the soldier escorted them over the bridge, Billy stumbled over an uneven spot. Sally noticed cracks in the cement and rust covering the girders along the side. It seemed they could let the bridge collapse and then they wouldn’t have to guard it so much.

On the town side of the bridge, a foul, rotten stink replaced the smell from the trench. The stench was so thick that all of Sally’s skin felt unclean, and she rubbed her arms, neck, and face, trying to wipe the smell off.

The street lamps were on, lit by tiny flames in the glass chambers at the top, and emitting a constant hiss like air escaping from a balloon. Those were the gas lights.

“Call the police,” their escort told the guard on duty at the other end of the bridge.

That guard went to the building next to the bridge and spoke into a phone mounted on the wall next to the door.

“Whatta’ ya’ need the police for?” Billy asked.

Their escort looked at Billy but didn’t answer.

The houses nearby were run down. The front yards choked with weeds, toys strewn along the sidewalk, garbage cans tipped over at the curb.

A policeman arrived in a patrol car. He wore boots, a cap, and a diaper fashioned out of dark blue cloth. Because his chest was bare, his badge was attached to the diaper. His gun holster was strapped to his thigh.

Their escort conferred with the policeman, who opened the back door of his patrol car. “Get in.”

Across the street from the bridge was a large park. A few women strolled along the path while small children played on the grass.

The women wore slippers on their feet, loose smocks — like a baby might wear — and cloth diapers. She wasn’t sure, but Sally thought the women’s diapers were decorated with rhinestones.

As they drove, the houses surrounding the park gave way to shops. All the shoppers wore diapers.

Then there were small office buildings and several men along this part of the street. All of these men were bald as eggs. Some of their diapers were white cloth. Some diapers were blue or gray, and a few were bold pinstripes. There was even a diaper with an elaborate paisley pattern. Most of these men had large bellies and hairy backs, and Sally wondered if it might be better if they also wore smocks like the women.

“Does everybody wear diapers?” Billy asked.

Sally elbowed him, but he couldn’t take it back.

The cop glanced back as he drove. “Here in the nicer parts of town, everybody does. But not everybody can afford diapers. And those people can stay to themselves.”

“What about kids?” Billy asked. “Do kids wear diapers?”

“Don’t be stupid,” the cop said. “Kids don’t wear diapers. Just babies and adults.”

He stopped the car and twisted around in his seat. “I thought you two wanted to be like Big Baby.”

“We do,” Sally said.

“Then there won’t be any problems.”

Sally forced a smile and nodded. When the cop resumed driving, Sally shot a look at Billy.

The cop stopped the car in front of the police station and opened the door for Sally and Billy. “Let’s go.”

Next to the police station was a tall building, golden and shiny, towering over all the other office buildings.

Billy gaped and gawked at the golden tower. “Whoever lives there must be trying to prove something.”

“What’s that?” the cop asked.

“Nothing,” Sally said, trying to cover. “He means we hope to live there one day.”

A limousine pulled up to the curb in front of the big tower and the policeman came to attention and saluted. “Put your hand over your heart.”

“Why?” Billy said.

“Because Big Baby is here, and loyal, happy citizens put their hand over their heart to greet Big Baby.”

“Is he like a king?”

“Better. We asked him to be our leader.”

Sure enough, the people on the street stopped in their tracks and gazed at the limousine while holding a hand over their heart.

Two armed men wearing jet-black diapers got out of the limousine and took up positions around the rear door. Other men in black diapers came out of Baby Tower and formed a line, holding their rifles before them.

When all things seemed in order, the guard at the limousine reached for the rear door.

The security detail snapped to attention, the limousine door opened, and out stepped Big Baby.

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