Notes: Another in my VeggieTales line...If I can remember anymore of the
songs, I'll do more. This one didn't turn out as I had hoped, but oh well.
Cait Sith: [V.O] Welcome to Silly Songs with AVALANCHE, the part of the game where a FF7 member comes out--and sings a silly song.
[Bathroom backdrop crashes to the stage. Vincent inches onstage, obviously embarassed at his costuming, which is nothing but a towel.]
Cait: Our curtain opens as Vincent, having just finished his morning bath, is searching for his hairbrush. Having no success, Vincent cries out...
Vincent: [sings] Oh, where is my hairbrush? Oh where is my hairbrush? Oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where oh, where... is my hairbrush?
Cait: ...Having heard his cry, Tifa enters the scene. Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Vincent in a towel, Tifa regains her composure and reports...
Tifa: [sings loudly, pointing somewhere] I think I saw a hairbrush back there.
Vincent: Back there is my hairbrush. Back there is my hairbrush. Back there, back there, oh, where, back there, oh, where, oh, where, back there, back there, back there... is my hairbrush.
Cait: Having heard his joyous proclamation, Sephiroth enters the scene. Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Vincent in a towel, Sephiroth regains his composure and comments...
Sephiroth: [grins] Why do you need a hairbrush? You don't have messy hair!
Cait: Vincent is taken aback. The thought had never occurred to him. Messy hair? What would this mean? What will become of him? What will become of his hairbrush? Vincent wonders...
Vincent: Messy hair for my hairbrush. Messy hair for my hairbrush. No hair, no hair, no where, no hair, no hair, no hair, no where back there, no hair... for my hairbrush.
Cait: Having heard his wonderings, Cid enters the scene. Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Vincent in a towel, Cid regains his composure and confesses...
Cid: [nervously] Vincent, that old hairbrush of yours ... Well, you never use it, you don't really need it. So, well, I'm sorry... I didn't know. But I gave it to Cloud.. [smiles] 'Cause he's got messy hair.
Cait: Feeling a deep sense of loss, Vincent stumbles back and laments...
Vincent: Not fair! Oh, my hairbrush. Not fair! My poor hairbrush. Not fair, not fair, no hair, not fair, no where, no hair, not fair, not fair, not fair! My little hairbrush!
Cait: Having heard his lament, Cloud enters the scene. Himself in a towel, both Vincent and Cloud are shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of- - each other.
Cait: ! ...But, recognizing Vincent's generosity, Cloud is thankful...
Cloud: [slow and monotone] Thanks for the hairbrush.
Cait: Yes, good has been done here. Cloud exits the scene. Vincent smiles, but, still feeling an emotional attachment for the hairbrush, calls out...
Vincent: Take care of my hairbrush. Take care, oh my hairbrush. Take care, take care, don't dare not care. Take care. Nice hair. No fair. Take care, take care... of my hairbrush!
Cait: The end!
Cait Sith: [V.O] Welcome to Silly Songs with AVALANCHE, the part of the game where a FF7 member comes out--and sings a silly song.
[Bathroom backdrop crashes to the stage. Vincent inches onstage, obviously embarassed at his costuming, which is nothing but a towel.]
Cait: Our curtain opens as Vincent, having just finished his morning bath, is searching for his hairbrush. Having no success, Vincent cries out...
Vincent: [sings] Oh, where is my hairbrush? Oh where is my hairbrush? Oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where oh, where... is my hairbrush?
Cait: ...Having heard his cry, Tifa enters the scene. Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Vincent in a towel, Tifa regains her composure and reports...
Tifa: [sings loudly, pointing somewhere] I think I saw a hairbrush back there.
Vincent: Back there is my hairbrush. Back there is my hairbrush. Back there, back there, oh, where, back there, oh, where, oh, where, back there, back there, back there... is my hairbrush.
Cait: Having heard his joyous proclamation, Sephiroth enters the scene. Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Vincent in a towel, Sephiroth regains his composure and comments...
Sephiroth: [grins] Why do you need a hairbrush? You don't have messy hair!
Cait: Vincent is taken aback. The thought had never occurred to him. Messy hair? What would this mean? What will become of him? What will become of his hairbrush? Vincent wonders...
Vincent: Messy hair for my hairbrush. Messy hair for my hairbrush. No hair, no hair, no where, no hair, no hair, no hair, no where back there, no hair... for my hairbrush.
Cait: Having heard his wonderings, Cid enters the scene. Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Vincent in a towel, Cid regains his composure and confesses...
Cid: [nervously] Vincent, that old hairbrush of yours ... Well, you never use it, you don't really need it. So, well, I'm sorry... I didn't know. But I gave it to Cloud.. [smiles] 'Cause he's got messy hair.
Cait: Feeling a deep sense of loss, Vincent stumbles back and laments...
Vincent: Not fair! Oh, my hairbrush. Not fair! My poor hairbrush. Not fair, not fair, no hair, not fair, no where, no hair, not fair, not fair, not fair! My little hairbrush!
Cait: Having heard his lament, Cloud enters the scene. Himself in a towel, both Vincent and Cloud are shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of- - each other.
Cait: ! ...But, recognizing Vincent's generosity, Cloud is thankful...
Cloud: [slow and monotone] Thanks for the hairbrush.
Cait: Yes, good has been done here. Cloud exits the scene. Vincent smiles, but, still feeling an emotional attachment for the hairbrush, calls out...
Vincent: Take care of my hairbrush. Take care, oh my hairbrush. Take care, take care, don't dare not care. Take care. Nice hair. No fair. Take care, take care... of my hairbrush!
Cait: The end!