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Wundindlinyg Episode 5: Misfortune at the Festival of Ferrets part 2
SCENE 1: The Wundindlinyg Big Exodus Ship, Park level. Broborobobo is dancing around, screaming at people to watch his new play, while Weldleiwengien lurks in the shadows.
Weldleiwengien: <whispers> Broborobobo!
Broborobobo: I just heard someone call my name in my head! Wacky!
Weldleiwengien: To the shadows, you sickening child!
Broborobobo: I feel compelled to go into that deeply shaded area!
<Broborobobo goes over to Weldleiwengien>
Weldleiwengien: I have a present for you, Broborobobo.
Broborobobo: Really? Is it cheese? I want cheese.
Weldleiwengien: No, it is not cheese, alas. But it is shiny, and it is annoying.
Broborobobo: Really?
Weldleiwengien: It is a whistle of tin. I stole it from Slahgrumpacious. Here. Have fun!
<Weldleiwengien snickers to himself as Broborobobo skips away tweeting on the annoying tin whistle, then compulsively throws a rock at Broborobobo.>
Weldleiwengien: Haha! It is even so annoying that I, the Weldleiwengien, am tempted to assault him! This shall be better than expected!
SCENE 2: In the Wundindlinyg Party Room. All the Wundindlinygs are having a general good time, until Broborobobo pulls out his whistle.
Cricziricziric: AARGH! The whistle! Not the tin whistle! It has returned from the depths of the nether void bearing a message of ill will and annoyance!
Cricziricziric: AARGH! The whistle! Not the tin whistle! It has returned from the depths of the nether void bearing a message of ill will and annoyance!
Cricziricziric: AARGH! The whistle! Not the tin whistle! It has returned from the depths of the nether void bearing a message of ill will and annoyance!
Cricziricziric: AARGH! The whistle! Not the tin whistle! It has returned from the depths of the nether void bearing a message of ill will and annoyance!
Cricziricziric: And it has made a time warp that made me repeat myself four times!
Guningangan: That was not a time warp. You just repeated yourself four times.
Cricziricziric: No I didn't.
Cricziricziric: No I didn't.
Guningangan: And now you did it twice.
Cricziricziric: Why does my voice say such things and repeat them? Why? Why? I know the answer but I cannot tell anyone!
Kebletangoshim: I know what is going on here. Broborobobo is trying to make us attack him. He is working for Weldleiwengien. I saw the whole thing. He will lead us into a trap.
Gobrolilmonko: <from across the room> Hey, look! It's Broborobobo with his whistle! Let's get him!
<All the Wundindlinygs chase Broborobobo down a hall and slam into the filming equipment…>
<static>
<A message pops up on the screen that says: 'We are experiencing technical difficulties. Please stand by and enjoy these "while-you-wait commercials".'>
………………
Partially Hydrogenated Soybean Oil: A Wundindlinyg Exclusive TV Commercial
Scene: A happy morning in the kitchen with little Timmy. He is preparing breakfast, and notices some Wunderful Cornflakes.
Timmy: MMMmmmMMm. These sure look like some tasty cornflakes!
<Timmy pours the cornflakes into his bowl>
Seizuriesizesosize: I am free! Free at last from the prison of BHT-laden plastic bags!
<Timmy has a seizure and topples to the ground>
Cricziricziric: I notice I am from the cornflake box. I am cornflake? May contain traces of soybeans? What you say? it is not about answering the questions, but questioning the answers.
<The Wundindlinyg theme song plays as Wundindlinygs start pouring from the bowl and the box and rampaging all about the house>
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Man: Say, what if 'every book' was one word? Then it'd be Everybook™!
Announcer: Tell me, do you have every book? No? Well, we can't give you every book, but with our new deal we can come close! yes, that's right, it's the Everybook™! Only an exorbitant amount of money for this colossal book which contains every book known to Wundindlikind! Now you can read any book* for just an exorbitant amount of money!
*Provided you can find it, we forgot to add an index.
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Mother: Joey, you have there a scrape.
Joey: Not so, mum. I haven't.
Mother: You do indeed, Joey, and I can prove it. With my new Scrape Detector™!
Joey: Oh yeah? Prove it!
Scrape Detector™ : Beep!
Mother: See? You've got a scrape!
Joey: <looks dumbfounded> Drat!
<static>
Frofidlofo: Look! I got it working again!
<Frofidlofo imagines getting a medal in front of a cheering crowd>
<Cricziricziric steals the working camera>
Frofidlofo: No! That was my only hope!
Cricziricziric: Haha! Now that I have a television camera, I can start a reality show!
Rashplataglium: That's it, this episode has become entirely too silly! I am ending it now!
And now, Rashplataglium spouts off!
Rashplataglium: Now listen up, kiddies. If you ever start a television show, remember not to let it degenerate into chaos! That's the problem with this show, it is too easily turned into a free-for---
<Rashplataglium is drowned out by a group of Wundindlinygs singing "O Canada" while Weldleiwengien cackles in a way that Slahgrumpacious would envy if he weren't back in his lair cleaning up the last of the bean paste and mustard>
Rashplataglium: <to the cameraman> Did you get that?
Cameraman: Get what? I was too busy singing that rousing song!
Rashplataglium: Oh…. <slaps forehead>
<Rashplataglium flips a switch>
<static>
The End
…To be continued, if I feel like it.
SCENE 1: The Wundindlinyg Big Exodus Ship, Park level. Broborobobo is dancing around, screaming at people to watch his new play, while Weldleiwengien lurks in the shadows.
Weldleiwengien: <whispers> Broborobobo!
Broborobobo: I just heard someone call my name in my head! Wacky!
Weldleiwengien: To the shadows, you sickening child!
Broborobobo: I feel compelled to go into that deeply shaded area!
<Broborobobo goes over to Weldleiwengien>
Weldleiwengien: I have a present for you, Broborobobo.
Broborobobo: Really? Is it cheese? I want cheese.
Weldleiwengien: No, it is not cheese, alas. But it is shiny, and it is annoying.
Broborobobo: Really?
Weldleiwengien: It is a whistle of tin. I stole it from Slahgrumpacious. Here. Have fun!
<Weldleiwengien snickers to himself as Broborobobo skips away tweeting on the annoying tin whistle, then compulsively throws a rock at Broborobobo.>
Weldleiwengien: Haha! It is even so annoying that I, the Weldleiwengien, am tempted to assault him! This shall be better than expected!
SCENE 2: In the Wundindlinyg Party Room. All the Wundindlinygs are having a general good time, until Broborobobo pulls out his whistle.
Cricziricziric: AARGH! The whistle! Not the tin whistle! It has returned from the depths of the nether void bearing a message of ill will and annoyance!
Cricziricziric: AARGH! The whistle! Not the tin whistle! It has returned from the depths of the nether void bearing a message of ill will and annoyance!
Cricziricziric: AARGH! The whistle! Not the tin whistle! It has returned from the depths of the nether void bearing a message of ill will and annoyance!
Cricziricziric: AARGH! The whistle! Not the tin whistle! It has returned from the depths of the nether void bearing a message of ill will and annoyance!
Cricziricziric: And it has made a time warp that made me repeat myself four times!
Guningangan: That was not a time warp. You just repeated yourself four times.
Cricziricziric: No I didn't.
Cricziricziric: No I didn't.
Guningangan: And now you did it twice.
Cricziricziric: Why does my voice say such things and repeat them? Why? Why? I know the answer but I cannot tell anyone!
Kebletangoshim: I know what is going on here. Broborobobo is trying to make us attack him. He is working for Weldleiwengien. I saw the whole thing. He will lead us into a trap.
Gobrolilmonko: <from across the room> Hey, look! It's Broborobobo with his whistle! Let's get him!
<All the Wundindlinygs chase Broborobobo down a hall and slam into the filming equipment…>
<static>
<A message pops up on the screen that says: 'We are experiencing technical difficulties. Please stand by and enjoy these "while-you-wait commercials".'>
………………
Partially Hydrogenated Soybean Oil: A Wundindlinyg Exclusive TV Commercial
Scene: A happy morning in the kitchen with little Timmy. He is preparing breakfast, and notices some Wunderful Cornflakes.
Timmy: MMMmmmMMm. These sure look like some tasty cornflakes!
<Timmy pours the cornflakes into his bowl>
Seizuriesizesosize: I am free! Free at last from the prison of BHT-laden plastic bags!
<Timmy has a seizure and topples to the ground>
Cricziricziric: I notice I am from the cornflake box. I am cornflake? May contain traces of soybeans? What you say? it is not about answering the questions, but questioning the answers.
<The Wundindlinyg theme song plays as Wundindlinygs start pouring from the bowl and the box and rampaging all about the house>
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Man: Say, what if 'every book' was one word? Then it'd be Everybook™!
Announcer: Tell me, do you have every book? No? Well, we can't give you every book, but with our new deal we can come close! yes, that's right, it's the Everybook™! Only an exorbitant amount of money for this colossal book which contains every book known to Wundindlikind! Now you can read any book* for just an exorbitant amount of money!
*Provided you can find it, we forgot to add an index.
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Mother: Joey, you have there a scrape.
Joey: Not so, mum. I haven't.
Mother: You do indeed, Joey, and I can prove it. With my new Scrape Detector™!
Joey: Oh yeah? Prove it!
Scrape Detector™ : Beep!
Mother: See? You've got a scrape!
Joey: <looks dumbfounded> Drat!
<static>
Frofidlofo: Look! I got it working again!
<Frofidlofo imagines getting a medal in front of a cheering crowd>
<Cricziricziric steals the working camera>
Frofidlofo: No! That was my only hope!
Cricziricziric: Haha! Now that I have a television camera, I can start a reality show!
Rashplataglium: That's it, this episode has become entirely too silly! I am ending it now!
And now, Rashplataglium spouts off!
Rashplataglium: Now listen up, kiddies. If you ever start a television show, remember not to let it degenerate into chaos! That's the problem with this show, it is too easily turned into a free-for---
<Rashplataglium is drowned out by a group of Wundindlinygs singing "O Canada" while Weldleiwengien cackles in a way that Slahgrumpacious would envy if he weren't back in his lair cleaning up the last of the bean paste and mustard>
Rashplataglium: <to the cameraman> Did you get that?
Cameraman: Get what? I was too busy singing that rousing song!
Rashplataglium: Oh…. <slaps forehead>
<Rashplataglium flips a switch>
<static>
The End
…To be continued, if I feel like it.