Showcase Sundays today on the Mutual Audio Network. The following audio drama is rated PG for parental guidance recommended to audio network building, ancient relics, forgotten manuscripts, unusual devices, and other indescribable curiosities. Each one has a story to tell. I am John Bell, the curator of this bizarre collection, and it's my job to bring you tales from the Mutual Basement. Here in our clothing and accessories area we find a shoe.
It's an ordinary shoe, it's a big shoe that belonged to a big man, big in stature, and for a while, big in business and politics. But that time is behind him. Now he lives alone in a small modest house. But not for long. This is Buck Harden's story, prepared to walk a mile in his shoes. I refuse to move out of my house. Do you know who I am? Mr. Harden, you were given ample time to find another home.
I have a home, Pip's Quique, a crummy tiny house that he fit for a man like me, and someday I'll be in a house that's the size I deserve. But it's my house. I don't care what the county or state or country wants with my property, they can't have it. But I've explained that... I'm tired of talking to the little people, the minions, the goons, the lackeys, the studious. I want to talk to someone big. Where's the man? Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to calm down or leave the courthouse.
Oh, you've got a big man, so you're going to throw me out. If necessary, yes sir. Come with me please. All right, all right, but this isn't over. I'll protect my home to the last drop of my blood. This way sir. I'm a big man in this town. You'll see, you'll see. I'll show them. They won't get the best of me. Ow, hit my head on the top of the door. What the hell? Oh, gotta remember to duck. What am I going to do?
Them y'all, who's are going to bring the bulldozers out here in the next day or two to level my house? But they can't have it. Ten years ago, they'd never have even considered putting his with big buck, ardent. But now, those boot-licking totes are ready to destroy everything I've got. Well, they got another thing coming. The moment they get close enough, I'll show them. I'm blastin' at the kingdom come. That's what I'll do. I'll blow them away out. You can call me the time like, hello?
Buck, Sam here. You call yourself a lawyer, Sam. They're gonna bulldoze my home. I've tried everything with the government, need your land, and there isn't any way to stop them. I'm holdin' one way to stop them. Buck, if you're considering using your firearms and I don't want to know if that's what you're thinking, then I recommend, as your lawyer, to forget that plan of action. Action? This is the only action that's happened since it started.
I get letters, I get phone calls, I get people in thousand dollars suits, and I can on my door, talk, talk, talk. I say it's time for action. The only action that would help is legal action, and I've tried everything. It's over. I'm facing. Hold on, I'm gonna get some coffee. Good idea, have some coffee. Relax. I, for heaven's sake, start moving your belongings on the... What the hell? What, what is it, Buck? I can't, I can't fit my fingers into the coffee cup handle. Can't fit?
My fingers won't go into the loop on the side of the cup. You been putting on weight? Hell no, I'm a fit, is ever. Maybe it's water weight. Look, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you prepare. Get out of the house, Buck. It's over. It's over when I say it's over, Sam. I'm speaking as your friend, now, Buck. You were pretty big a few years ago, but face it, you don't have the clout you used to have. If you keep thinking you're the big guy in these parts, you'll soon be cut down to size.
Thanks for nothing, friend. I'm gonna go upstairs and check out my view for when they come for me. You think so, man? The sheep, look at me, take three steps into time on these stairs. I look out the front window here. Now that's peculiar. I got a bend over to look out the window. I've never had to do that before, but I got a clear line of side out this window. They'll be sorry. They'll be very sorry. They ain't nobody. And I'm big buckhardin'.
I'll go down and get my- Oh, dang, hit my head on the ceiling beam. I'm gonna go to the good crack in it too. Oh, man, that's smart. Never done that before. I'll go downstairs now and- I- I can't fit in the stairway. I gotta squeeze down sideways. Where did I put my- Oh, hit the ceiling light. What the hell is going on? I stepped on the side table. Holy hand. I've got bigger. I can barely move in here. I gotta get outside. The door. I'm too big to go out the door.
I can't- I can't even turn around. What's happening to me? I can't move. I'm as big as the living room. Oh, these walls. No, I see it now. It's not me that's getting bigger. It ain't me. I can't breathe. Somebody help me. Help! I appreciate you letting me tag a long shirt. You being this lawyer, I'm hoping you can help. I've gotta make sure Big Buck is out of his house before the bulldozers get there. They can be pretty ordinary. I just want to keep everybody safe.
He lives right around his curb. Where? Over the ridge? No. Over to the right. Stop the car. What? Stop. His house should be right here. There's no house here. But this is where he lives. Let's go look. His house was right here. You see the concrete slab? Maybe the dozers came early. But there's no debris. Nothing is left at all. Except what is that? What? Where? Sitting in the middle of the slab. Let's go look. What does Sam heal? It looks like a dollhouse.
And that red stuff oozing out of the windows and doors. Sam, I think that's blood. Oh my gosh. Look, there's somebody in that tiny house. It's gotta be Buck. Oh, squashed up. Like, like he was in a garbage compact. I told him, Sheriff. I told him that someday he'd be cut down to size. Tales from the Mutual Basement has presented Big Man. Written, produced and performed by John Bell. Copyright 2024 by John Bell Creative LLC.