Disclaimer: Any similarities to any of Waterson's creations, living or dead, is purely non-coincidental
Narrator: a tall yellow girl, with a really sour expression.
President: Moemoo…
Narrator: a big mean ugly son of a gun
President: the Hobesit…
Narrator: a tiger, the only one Spiff likes
President: and, the Snowman.
Narrator: a big flake. Someone needs to let him in a greenhouse.
President: Any questions?
Narrator: Spiff raised his hand
Spiff: You don't need to comment on everything, computer
brains! Miss Hil, we each get our own ships, right?
President: If you must. Any more?
Narrator: Spiff raises his hand again. Then he stares
piercingly at me. Now he's rolling his eyes…
Spiff: Moe is a convicted felon. Why him?
President: He has ties to Emperor Jeremiahs. Any more?
No?
Narrator: No.
President: There are more questions?
Narrator: No. I said 'No' meaning 'Yes'.
President: "'No' meaning 'Yes'"? Just give me a straight
answer. Are there any more questions?
Narrator: No.
President: No there are, or no there aren't?
Ros: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
President: Ok, Fine. Good luck men, and Godspeed.
Spiff: Yo, Narrator, quit stealing my thunder.
Narrator: As you wish.
Spiff: And knock off the Princess Bride junk.
Narrator: As you… I mean, ok.
Hobbes: Let's do it.
Narrator: Time passes. They get in their ships, and try to
find the Red Herring, Jeremiahs' ship.
Ros: Ok, people. We need to find the Crystal Light before
they do. We have to work together whether we want to or not, understand?
Narrator: The rest mumble yes, uh-uh, sure, right and
whatnot.
Spiff: This has been nothing but talk, talk talk. I wish
we'd have some action.
Narrator: Immediately after he said that, a rapid succession of laser shots, missiles, bombs, firecrackers, and a kite attack the ships. All but Moe's…
Spiff: Have I mentioned I don't like you narrating?
Hey! Why ain't
they attacking Moe?
-To be
continued-