Meanwhile, Moonstone saunters through the gardens surrounding the castle humming to himself. Rounding a corner, he spots Sunlight energetically picking a bouquet. Moonstone is estatic that Sunlight unknowingly rescued him from another night of wooing Parasol, so he decides to solicit some free advice.
Moonstone:
Hey Sunlight.
Sunlight (looking up):
Hi Moonstone!
Moonstone (in a friendly voice):
How'd the date with Parasol go?
Sunlight (blushing a little):
Oh! Okay. (with a sappy sigh) She's the most beautiful, sweet-tempered mare in the world!
Moonstone:
Ahhhhh . . . riiiight. (to himself) Love is truly blind. (out loud) Want some
advice?
Sunlight:
Uh . . . okay. Sure.
Moonstone:
Grab a ring and propose to her ASAP.
Sunlight:
PROPOSE??? But I've only been here a day! I've only spent one evening with her!
Moonstone:
So what? You like her, right?
Sunlight (with another lovelorn sigh):
She's the light of my life, my reason for living, my--
Moonstone:
Uh huh. And she likes you, right?
Sunlight (cautiously optimistic):
Well . . . I think she does.
Moonstone (drily):
Did she kick you into the river after you gave her the flowers? No? That means she likes
you.
Sunlight:
Oh, good. I don't want to rush things, though.
Moonstone:
Did you know three different ponies have proposed to Parasol in the past week. (He watches
Sunlight's jaw fall open.) No, I didn't think so.
Sunlight:
THREE??? In the past week?? Did . . . did she accept any of them?
Moonstone:
Not yet, but . . .
Sunlight (with new resolve):
You're right--I'm going to get a ring right away!
Moonstone:
Try asking Love Token . . . she's the best ring maker in the valley.
Sunlight
Thanks, Moonstone! I'll grab some flowers, too! (reflectively) Parasol might
say no . . . but at least I'll have asked!
Sunlight dashes off without another word.
Moonstone (watching him go):
Good luck. (pause) Better you than me.
After a few minutes, Sunlight dashes back again.
Sunlight:
Uhhh . . . what's Love Token look like?
Moonstone:
Pink earthling, white hair, symbol of two rings. She always wears a pink and green
stocking cap and she has this weird fake French accent . . .
Sunlight:
Thanks!
Sunlight quickly locates Love Token, a pink pony who, as usual, is wearing a green and pink striped stocking cap.
Sunlight:
Um . . . hello.
Love Token (with a fake French accent):
Ah? And who iz zis?
Sunlight (take aback):
Err . . . I'm Sunlight. I'm . . . I'm interested for in a ring. For a mare.
Love Token (leering):
Ohhh, ze leetle blue pony, he is in love, yes?
Sunlight (blushing):
Well, really, I--
Love Token:
What kind of a ring are you wanting, zhen?
Sunlight:
Oh . . . a standard engagement type, I suppose.
Love Token:
You leave zhis decision to me, yes? Very wise.
Love Token pulls a ring out of her stocking cap.
Love Token:
Zhere you are!
Sunlight (incredulous):
You . . . you keep zhem--I mean, them--in your hat??
Love Token:
Mais oui! Why not?
Sunlight:
Just curious. (awkward pause) Thanks for the ring.
Love Token (waving a hoof in dismissal):
Eet vas nothing! I vill giftwrap it!
She pulls a second stocking cap out, shoves the ring into it, and gives it to Sunlight.
Sunlight:
Um . . . thanks. That's a . . . very professional wrapping job.
Love Token:
And now, mon petit poney, you should find your lady-friend before she,
how do you say, gets away!
Sunlight:
True enough. Thank you again, Love Token!
He trots away, passing (in quick succession), Moonstone (hiding another tuxedo), Tex (reading Stallions Are from Mars, Mares Are from Somewhere Else), and Omen (being pursued by Heart Throb) before stumbling upon Steamer and Quarterback standing together in a clearing.
Steamer (in a high-pitched voice):
Why, of course I'll marry you, Quarterback dear!
Suddenly the two Clydesdales become aware of Sunlight standing nearby, gaping.
Sunlight (blushing):
Errr, so sorry! I didn't mean to disturb you! (galloping away) What's wrong
with this place?
Quarterback (watching Sunlight retreat):
Well, of all the shade-kissing--great! Just great! Good job, Steamer!
Steamer:
WHAT??? This is suddenly MY fault? You're the one who thought "roleplaying" would
help our technique with Parasol, smarty!
Quarterback:
Oh, shut up!
Meanwhile, Parasol once again lingers near the waterfall, lounging on her side. (Hey, she likes the waterfall, all right? ^_~) Sunlight trots out of the shubbery.
Parasol (smiling lazily):
Oh, hello Sunlight!
Sunlight (shy):
Hello Parasol . . . I-I brought you something.
Parasol:
A stocking cap?
Sunlight:
Oops. Hang on a second here . . .
He grabs the hat and turns away for a minute. As he turns back towards her, he kneels on one knee and silently flourishes the ring.
Parasol sits up, looks at Sunlight, then at the ring . . . then at Sunlight again. She studies him closely. His eyes are squeezed shut for fear that she'll be angry or, worse yet, merely amused.
Sunlight (in a VERY unsteady voice):
Parasol . . . will you marry me?
Silence. Parasol is expressionless.
Parasol:
Why are you asking me this?
Sunlight (opening his eyes in surprise and standing):
Don't you know?
Parasol:
Tell me.
Sunlight:
Because I love you.
Parasol:
After one evening you think you love me?
Sunlight (simply):
I know I do.
Parasol looks at him again.
Parasol:
Rainbow help us both.
Sunlight (hoping):
You . . . will? You'll marry me?
Parasol:
I'll think about it. But you may as well know . . . (she smiles faintly)
I'm inclined to say yes.
Sunlight's expression is a mixture of disbelief, excitement, and sheer joy.
Parasol (warningly): Now, don't get that mushy expression plastered all over your silly blue face . . . I have ulterior motives.
Sunlight (barely hearing her):
Oh?
Parasol (snorting):
Anything to stop everyone from talking about the ridiculous prophecy . . . are you going to
give me that ring or what?
Sunlight:
Huh? Oh . . .
He realizes he still has the ring and carefully puts it on her right hoof. Parasol lifts her hoof thoughtfully, gazing at the thinly hammered ring.
Parasol:
I need to think about this . . .
Sunlight (dreamily):
Whatever you want, Parasol . . .
He wanders away in a happy stupor.
Parasol lies down on a rock overhanging the river, watching the water flowing past.
Parasol (smiling):
Rainbow help us both . . . after only one night. Who'd have thought?
An hour or two later, Sparkler finally finds Parasol. Having been safely isolated from prying eyes, Parasol wears a sappy-happy expression that would make most of the ponies in Dream Valley boggle.
Sparkler (to herself):
Uh oh . . .
Parasol turns towards her and she sees the ring for the first time.
Sparkler:
Oh no . . .
Parasol:
Hi Sparkler!
Sparkler (with apprehension):
Hi Par! What's with the ring?
Parasol actually smiles dreamily, causing Sparkler's eyebrows to shoot up about three inches.
Parasol:
You won't believe who gave this to me . . .
Sparkler:
I . . . actually, I kind of spotted you two last night. Um, Parasol . . . you know that
prophecy Omen was babbling about?
Parasol:
Of course I know! Those stupid Clydesdales have been throwing flowers at me
ever since that miserable donkey came to Dream Valley. Hmph! I'd like to
know just when they became so concerned with the welfare of the Valley!
Sparkler (uncomfortable):
Have you ever thought there might be . . . well, ulterior motives . . . behind their proposals?
Parasol (sharply):
What do you mean?
Sparkler:
Well, supposing somepony had dragged them into a bet--
Parasol:
A bet. (Her eyes narrow.) Which means Skydancer's involved somehow, doesn't it?
Sparkler shifts her hooves.
Parasol:
WELL??
Sparkler:
Well . . . yeah.
Parasol:
Okay, what's this all about?
Sparkler:
Well, as far as I can tell, Sky and Applejack and all kinda . . . bet the Clydes that you wouldn't accept a marriage
proposal from them. And they, um, bet that you would.
Parasol glowers.
Parasol:
When I get ahold of that pegasus . . . and those Clydes--
Sparkler:
Um, that's not all, Par. The bet--it also went the other way.
Silence. Parasol gazes into the river a long time before speaking.
Parasol:
So . . . what you're saying is the Clydes also bet that Skydancer or his cronies . . .
In one swift movement, she tears the engagement ring from her hoof and flings it into the river with a violent toss of her head.
Parasol:
I should've known . . . I should've known! What a fool I've been!
Sparkler:
Par . . . I'm sorry.
Parasol:
Leave me alone! Leave me alone! I only did it for that stupid prophecy anyway . . . JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
Sparkler silently retreats, pausing to look back at the pink earthling sitting hunched by the river. With a barely audible Skydancer lands behind her.
Sparker:
You heard?
Skydancer nods solemnly.
Skydancer (sadly):
I didn't mean to hurt her. Who'd have thought she'd fall in love?
Sparkler:
I know. I know. What are we going to do now?
Skydancer:
I could apologize--
Sparkler:
Are you kidding? Give her time to cool off, Sky! She'd kill you! Come on, let's go
brainstorm. We'll think of something.
Sparkler disappears into the bushes. Skydancer looks over his shoulder at Parasol, shakes his head, and follows her.
In the meantime, Sunlight is still wandering around, giddy with happiness. After an hour of absent-mindedly bumping into various residents of Dream Valley, he decides to return to his fiancee.
He returns to the river. Parasol is sitting in the same spot, staring morosely into the river. Her back is to Sunlight.
Sunlight:
Hi Parasol!
Parasol hastily rubs a hoof across her eyes and composes herself before turning around.
Parasol (icily):
Oh . . . it's you.
Sunlight (sensing something is amiss):
Uh . . . is something wrong?
He anxiously draws nearer.
Sunlight:
Where's your ring?
Parasol (too sweetily):
My ring? You're wondering where my ring is, Sunlight?
Sunlight:
Uh . . . yeah.
Parasol:
Well, let me show you!
She pushes him into the river.
Parasol (acidly):
Check the bottom carefully--it's down there somewhere!
Sunlight (sputtering in surprise as he treads water):
P-Parasol! What are you doing?
He pulls himself out of the river.
Parasol:
I don't want your miserable ring! I don't want you!
She turns away, her head high in the air.
Sunlight (hurt):
But . . . but earlier--you said--
Parasol (sneering):
And you believed me? Why would I want to marry you, Sunlight? I've had proposals from
ponies bigger than you, stronger than you, more powerful than you . . . why on earth would I
choose you?
She begins walking away, leaving the sopping blue earthling trembling with hurt.
Sunlight:
I love you.
Parasol pauses, snorting with disbelief without turning around.
Parasol:
Love.
Sunlight:
Love. It's all I have, Parasol, but . . . but it's yours.
Parasol:
Forget it, Sunlight . . . we're through!
She stomps off, but Sunlight trails along behind her.
Sunlight:
But I love you!
Parasol:
I've heard it all before.
Sunlight:
But I love you!
Parasol:
What are you lying for?
Sunlight (discouraged):
I love you! Why won't you believe?
Parasol:
I no longer trust a stallion with his heart upon his sleeve!
She swings around, advancing towards Sunlight as he backs away from her.
Parasol:
You say you're in love.
You say you've lost your head.
Well, strangely enough, that's what all the others said!
I'm tired of this prophecy, I'm tired of this game,
And if I get one more proposal I am going to go INSANE!
As Parasol shrieks the last word, Sunlight backs right off the bank and falls into the river with a splash, landing in shallow water.
Sunlight:
But . . . Parasol--
Parasol (savagely):
Don't say it, Sunlight!
She stomps away.
Sunlight (defeated):
. . . I love you . . .
Meanwhile, Sparker and Skydancer consider their options.
Sparkler:
. . . okay, so far the best idea we've come up with is brainwashing
her.
Skydancer sighs and shakes his head.
Skydancer:
There must be something else we can do . . .
Sparkler:
Supposing we got her "fiance" to apologize? That would help, right?
Skydancer:
Hmm . . . maybe. If he survived the encounter.
Sparkler:
Well, obviously we'd have to wait for her to calm down first . . .
Skydancer:
Still . . . that's not a bad idea. I'll go track down our rogue Rainbow pony so he's ready when the appropriate
moment comes!
Sparkler:
And I'll go have another word with Parasol . . . I hope she's feeling better! Meet you
in fifteen minutes?
Skydancer:
Agreed!
They depart on their separate missions. Circling around the Valley, Skydancer soon spots his target . . .
Moonstone:
Oh no, what do you want now?? If you want me to go courting Parasol again, you can forget it!
Skydancer:
That's not the issue here, Moonie--
Moonstone:
My name's MOONSTONE!!!
Skydancer:
--Actually, I need you to apologize to Parasol. (indignantly) Really, what were you
thinking? You only needed her to admit that she might marry you!
Moonstone (gaping):
You want me to apologize to her? For WHAT??
Skydancer (patiently):
For courting her, of course.
Moonstone (boggling):
But--that was your idea!
Skydancer:
Don't worry, I'll apologize to her too . . . but since you're the one who was actually
wooing her . . .
Moonstone (defensively):
So were Steamer and Slugger! Are you going to make THEM apologize too?
Skydancer looks at Moonstone with an expression that suggests he's wondering how the unicorn can be so daft.
Skydancer:
No . . . why would I?
Moonstone:
Then why should I apologize?
Skydancer (swishing his tail):
Because you're the one who broke her poor little heart, you twit!
Moonstone:
I did WHAT??
Sparkler trots up.
Sparkler:
Hey Moonie. So you couldn't find him, Sky? No luck at my end either; I don't know where
Parasol's gone.
Moonstone:
My name's MOONSTONE!!!
Skydancer:
What do you mean? He's right there!
He points a hoof at Moonstone.
Sparkler (in the tone of someone stating the obvious):
Well, sure, Moonstone's here. But where's Sunlight?
Skydancer:
Sunlight? Is he in town again?
Sparkler:
Well, it would be pretty hard for him to propose to Par from Dead Oak or wherever he lives,
wouldn't it?
Skydancer:
For Sunlight to propose??
He cocks his head to one side.
Skydancer (thoughtfully):
So . . . when you said you'd seen her snuggling up next to a blue Rainbow pony . . .
Sparkler (frowning):
You mean you thought . . .
They both look at Moonstone.
Sparkler:
So you're saying Sunlight was never in on the bet?
Skydancer shakes his head.
Sparkler:
Heh heh . . . eh oh!
Skydancer:
My thoughts exactly.
Later that night, Parasol sits slumped in the shadow of an ivy-covered arbor in one of Dream Valley's many gardens. Moonlight streams through the swaying leaves, dappling her face with silver. Sparkler trots by several times before noticing her.
Sparkler:
Parasol! I've been looking everywhere for you!
Parasol:
Well, here I am. (She sighs.) I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier, Sparky. I . . .
overreacted. It's not such a big deal, really.
She turns her face to the shadows, hoping Sparkler won't notice the single tear trickling down her cheek.
Sparkler (putting a hoof on her shoulder):
Aww, it's all right, Par. And . . . well, I'd like to apologize too. (pause) For
what I told you.
Parasol:
It wasn't your fault; someone had to tell me. Better you than Tex!
Sparkler:
But . . . well, there was a misunderstanding. See, I was checking into this bet between
the smooth-hoovies and the Clydes and . . . uh . . .
Parasol:
And?
Sparkler:
Well, it turns out Sunlight had nothin' to do with it. He didn't even know it was going
on.
Silence.
Sparkler:
I'm . . . I'm really sorry, Par! I didn't know!
Silence.
Parasol:
Sunlight wasn't part of the bet?
Sparkler:
No.
Parasol:
He didn't even know about the bet?
Sparkler:
He knew nothing, I swear.
Parasol (quietly):
Great Rainbow. Great Rainbow, I shoved him into river.
Sparkler:
You did?? (apprehensively) Not into the rapids, I hope?
Parasol:
No, just the shallow bits, but . . . Rainbow of Light, what will I do? He'll never forgive me!
Sparkler (reassuringly):
Don't worry, Par! Skydancer's tracking him down!
Parasol:
He probably has a room in Dream Castle--or he might be by the Waterfall! Is Sky checking by the
Waterfall?
Sparkler:
Uh . . . well, actually Sunlight kinda . . . left town.
Parasol bonks her head against the side of the arbor.
Parasol:
He left town?? YOU'RE KIDDING!
Sparkler:
It'll be okay, Par! He can't possibly walk as fast as Skydancer can fly!
While Sparkler reassures Parasol, Sunlight gallops despartely away from Dream Valley as fast as he can, only occassionally pausing for a rest or a bite of grass. He doesn't notice the pegasus trailing him from above. . .
Sunlight (stopping to catch his breath):
I-I'll never go back to Dream Valley again!
Skydancer (landing gracefully):
Not so hasty, my friend!
Sunlight (startled):
Skydancer! What are you doing way out here?
Skydancer:
I was just about to ask you the same thing. Isn't it a little late for traveling?
Sunlight:
It's a long story . . . The only thing that matter is--(He bows his head.)--I can't go
back.
Skydancer:
I would rethink that if I were you; there's a little pink Rainbow pony
there who cares for you
very much . . .
Sunlight:
Are you kidding? She pushed me in the river! She threw away the engagement ring! She hates
me!
He scrubs his eyes with a hoof.
Skydancer:
Just a misunderstanding, believe me. She does love you, Sunlight!
Sunlight smiles sadly.
Sunlight:
Thanks for trying to make me feel better, Skydancer, but it will be better if I leave . . .
better for me and her.
He rises to his hooves, preparing to leave.
Skydancer (landing directly in front of him):
Sunlight, she loves you!
Sunlight:
I'm sorry, Skydancer . . . I have to get away . . .
Skydancer (exasperated):
Sunlight, I was the one who started this mess, however unintentionally, and
now I AM going to set things right--and you're going to cooperate! Go back. See for
yourself!
Sunlight (galloping around the pegasus):
No! It's nice of you to try and spare my feelings, but--
Skydancer grabs a mouthful of Sunlight's tail and pumps his wings, trying to drag the earthling back towards Dream Valley.
Sunlight:
OWWWW!!! Skydancer!
Skydancer:
Mmph mmsph!
Sunlight (still moving forward, but much more slowly):
Let go!
In a quiet shimmer of magic, a pink earthling materializes out of nowhere, followed by a faint **BANG** that heralds the arrival of Sparkler.
Parasol (mockingly):
Well, well, what have we here . . . Sky, is there a particular reason why you're trying
to tear a swath of hair from my fiance's tail?
Sunlight (startled):
Parasol!
Skydancer (joyfully):
Par!
Sunlight:
Fiance??? But . . . but you said . . .
Parasol steps forward and Sunlight gapes as he sees that she wears a wet engagement ring, liberally splattered with mud, around her hoof.
Sunlight (incredulous):
Then . . . then Skydancer was right!
Skydancer (cheerfully):
It has been known to happen, you know!
Parasol (tossing her mane):
You're getting all mushy again, Sunlight . . . I have to deal with that prophecy somehow, that's
all.
Sunlight:
Umm . . . prophecy?
Sparkler:
You mean you haven't heard about that either?
Parasol:
I can tell you about it on the way back. This two-bit Mystic pony just waltzed into town--
The sun is just peeking over the horizon when the four ponies finally reach Dream Valley again.
Sparkler:
I'm bushed! I'm going to take a nice long snooze.
Sunlight:
I think I might take a little nap by the river.
He shyly nuzzles Parasol before trotting away.
The unicorn and the aqua earthling depart. Parasol suddenly frowns at Skydancer, as if remembering who began the bet to begin with.
Parasol:
A fine mess you got me into, Skydancer!
Skydancer:
Poor Parasol . . . I am sorry. You can forgive me, I hope?
Parasol (frowning):
Well, I don't know . . . I mean, really! (with a slight smile) Thinking I'd marry
MOONSTONE! How can I forgive that?
Skydancer grins.
Parasol:
I need some shuteye . . . Goodnight, Sky.
Skydancer:
Goodnight, Par. Or good morning, as the case may be!
He hovers thoughtfully as Parasol walks off.
Skydancer (to himself):
This is no time for me to sleep . . . it's time to make plans! Wedding plans--among others.
He grins.
Late in the afternoon, Parasol and Sunlight quietly talk by the waterfall. Soon Sparkler trots towards them.
Sparkler:
What's up?
Sunlight:
Oh! Hi Sparkler! We were just discussing . . . (blushes) . . . wedding plans.
Parasol:
I want to get the ceremony out of the way as soon as possible. I'm sick and tired of tripping
over would-be suitors. It seems every time I turn around there's a stallion saying--
Tex pops out of the bushes.
Tex:
Hi Par! Wanna get hitched?
Parasol pushes Tex into the river.
Parasol:
Like I was saying . . . as soon as possible.
Skydancer (landing):
Not a problem!
Sparkler:
Skydancer! What's up?
Skydancer (grinning):
I reserved the Waterfall for you! The really dramatic, thundering part, of course.
Parasol:
What? Majesty actually let you reserve it? In the summer? It's usually crowded with swimming
ponies!
Skydancer (winking):
Who said anything about Majesty? I just told Mimic that I thought I'd heard someone
mention seeing a leech in the river . . .
The ponies laugh.
Parasol:
Sparkler's agreed to be the maid of honor . . . would you be the best man, Sky?
Skydancer:
Aww, me? I'm touched! Certainly!
Parasol:
I suppose I'd better get some ponies working on a reception . . . be right back.
She blinks twice and disappears.
Sunlight (worried):
Where can I get a tuxedo?
Sparkler:
I'll take care of that! Tux 'n Tails never locks his room, sooo . . .
She smiles and winks away.
Sunlight (dazed):
Things are moving so fast . . .
Skydancer (grinning widely):
You see! I told you she was in love!
Sunlight (scuffing his hooves):
Oh . . . well, I don't know about that . . .
Skydancer:
What??
Sunlight:
Well, now that I've heard what's going on around here, it all makes sense . . . She's marrying
me because of this prophecy business.
Skydancer raises an eyebrow.
Skydancer:
You really believe that? Sunlight, Sunlight, open your eyes!
Sunlight:
But that's what she says herself!
Skydancer:
Well, naturally that's what she says. She has a reputation to maintain, you know!
But do you really think she would've gone fishing for that ring for just anypony? If
she just wanted to stop the prophecy business, she could marry anyone!
Sunlight:
Well, yes, but--
Parasol appears out of nowhere.
Parasol:
Would you believe it took me twenty minutes to make Cupcake understand that I wanted
fruit salad at the reception? TWENTY LIGHT-FORSAKEN MINUTES!
Skydancer:
So when are you lovebirds going to tie the knot? My little "leech" rumor won't last forever, you
know!
Parasol:
How about tomorrow?
Sunlight (gaping):
Tomorrow??
Parasol:
I don't believe in beating around the bush. (She glances, almost nervously, at Sunlight.)
But if you'd rather wait . . .
Sunlight (ecstatic):
Oh, not at all! Tomorrow's fine!
Meanwhile, news of the upcoming marriage has leaked out through the caterers.
Cupcake:
. . . and you'll never believe the news!
Heart Throb:
What?
Bow-Tie:
What?
Truly:
What?
Cupcake:
She's getting married! Parasol!
The mares gasp in disbelief.
Lofty:
No!
Cupcake:
Yes!
Seashell:
I don't believe it!
Love Melody:
When, when??
Cupcake:
Well . . .
She lowers her voice as if she's about to divulge an extremely confidential secret, which is rather pointless since over twenty mares are crowded around her.
Cupcake:
She's ordered the reception for tomorrow.
She gives the other ponies a meaningful glance as they gasp again. Just then, Skydancer trots by . . .
Seashell:
Skydancer! Quick, over here!
Skydancer amiably trots over.
Skydancer:
What's up?
Truly:
Maybe you haven't heard, but . . . Parasol's getting married!
Skydancer:
NO!
The other ponies (in unison):
YES!
Skydancer:
How interesting. Cupcake, you're in charge of the reception, I believe?
Cupcake (surprised):
Why, yes I am!
Skydancer:
Great! If you could arrange to have the food ready by the waterfall at, say, a little after
eight, that would be wonderful!
As the mares gape, Skydancer grins and flits away.
Meanwhile, Tex giving a pep talk to his "troops".
Steamer:
Look, she doesn't want to marry me, Tex! Face it!
Tex:
You're just not trying hard enough, dang it! If you give her more flowers--
Quarterback:
Are you kidding? We could open a florist's shop with the flowers we've given her!
Suddenly, Whizzer zooms into the clearing.
Whizzer:
Didyouhearthenews? Didyou? Didyou?
Slugger:
Huh? What news?
Whizzer:
'Boutthemarriage! Everybodyknows!
Chief:
Who's getting married?
Whizzer:
Whodoyouthink? Parasolofcourse!
As Whizzer speeds away, the Clydesdales exchange looks of apprehension.
Quarterback:
Uh oh.
Steamer:
I think we're in a lot of trouble.
Tex:
Shut up!