The Great Roach Trick--part two

This is the second part of The Yankee Doctor chapter on The Great Roach Trick. See yesterday's post for part one.

“Ahaaaa! Ohoooooo! God!” That was just a few of the things Doctor Carl said as he tried to get up, and, of course, Miss Tina let out a scream to end all screams as they tried to get to the door, but heck, after stepping in all them roaches, their shoes were so slippery that they’d take a step, fall down again, and then crawl through more roaches than you’ve ever seen in your entire life, cursing loudly, slapping roaches off as they slipped around on the slick floor. Doctor Carl finally crawled to the door, grabbed the doorknob, and started pushing, trying to get the door open. They was so many roaches on his white doctor coat that it was almost brown. We could hear him from across the street.
“The door won’t open!” he screamed as he pushed with Miss Tina yelling in his ear to let her out of that office or she was gonna die. Course, all the commotion and stomping on the roaches got them roaches all upset. You know, most of the time, roaches just scurry around on the floor and crawl up walls, but if they get all worked up they can fly. Well, these roaches—after being cooped up in a sack all night and now being stepped on and slapped―started to flit around like a bunch of super mosquitoes, and pretty soon the office looked like a big brown blur of flying water bugs, let me tell you something right now: Stepping on roaches and slapping them off your leg ain’t nothing compared to having them fly into you face and hair. We thought things couldn’t get no worse, but, shoot, when them roaches started dive-bombing Miss Tina and Doctor Carl the whole dang thing just went out of this world crazy.
“Carl! Carl! They’re up my leg again! Ahaaaaaa! They’re in my hair! Ahaaaaaaa! One flew in my mouth! Help me Carl! Open that damned door, or I’m going to die!”
Doctor Carl pushed and pulled that door so hard that he slipped down again, and knocked Miss Tina back against the front wall where about fifty roaches fell off right down in that Yankee red hair. You ain’t never seen a woman’s hands move so fast trying to knock them roaches outta her hair. Doctor Carl only made it to his knees before he fell down again. After cussing like crazy he crawled over to an office chair, picked it up, and yelled at Miss Tina.
“Tina, get away from the door!”
Then Doctor Carl threw the chair through the door glass, stepped through the broken glass, and managed to pull out the board we’d put under the door. Finally they both ran out still slapping at roaches. Miss Tina was so upset she was just a-quivering, and Doctor Carl grabbed her and pointed to his car across the street.
“Quick, get in the car!” he yelled.
When he said that, me and John Clayton looked at each other and almost split a gut thinking about Miss Tina jumping in Doctor Carl’s big car which was full of roaches. We could see them sticking to the car windows from across the street.
Miss Tina pulled her skirt down, and she and Doctor Carl ran over to his car, opened the doors, and jumped in.
“Ahaaaaa! Ahaaaaaa!”
“Whooooo! Whooooo!”
Miss Tina let out another ear piercing scream and another and another.
“The car’s full of roaches!” screamed Miss Tina as she frantically tried to get out. Well, Miss Tina was pretty fast getting outta that car, but since she’d sat down on top of maybe thirty or forty roaches a bunch of them got out of the car with her hanging on to her skirt, and a few managed somehow to get in that funny colored red hair. Doctor Carl was cursing and yelling like nothing I’ve ever heard, while he knocked roaches off his suit, but Miss Tina was a whole ’nother thing, and I thought for a minute she had totally lost it as she danced and screamed while trying to rid herself of the more active roaches.
“Carl, help! Get this damn roach out of my hair!” she screamed.
Doctor Carl slapped a really big one right above Miss Tina’s ear and roach gunk splattered everywhere.
“Oh, oh, damn you, Carl! Now I’ve got roach guts in my hair!”
Finally, they knocked off the last of the roaches, and with Miss Tina crying hysterically, they hurriedly walked around the corner of the block, and I was danged sure they were going to look for Curly.
“Come on, John Clayton, let’s get outta here! Grab that piece of wood you put under the door, and run for the back of Echols Grocery!” John Clayton grabbed the plank he’d shoved under the door, and we high-tailed it to the back door of Echols Grocery. We slipped in, and there was Donnie stacking feed.
“Hey, Donnie, need some help?” I said.
“You’re dang right I do.”
“Well, listen, if we help you, will you promise to tell everybody that asks that we’ve been here all mornin’?”

Well, this little trick was the start of an all out struggle with the evil doctor and his floozy nurse. It was reform school for the boys, or leave town for the doctor and his nurse.