Violinist of Hameln commercials!
By Reanna King
A/N: Okay, I just saw VoH for the first time recently and we had a great time joking about it. There is just so much potential for humor in this story it's not even funny. (wait... o_-) After dealing with an obsession for drawing Obo in my Japanese notes, I had some ideas... I will post more of these as I get more ideas, but here's what I have so far!



PARODY OF GEIKO COMMERCIALS
[HAMELN sits at a kitchen table, eating a piece of toast and drinking orange juice, when the phone rings. HAMELN ignores it, and the answering machine turns on]
HAMELN's voice: Hello. You've reached the Hameln residence. You probably wanted the Pied Piper of Hamelin, who can save you hundreds on pest control. 's all right. Happens all the time...



PARODY OF TOOTSIE ROLL POP COMMERCIALS
[A CHIBI HAMELN walks across a grassy field over to a tree, where OBO sits in a branch]
HAMELN: Obo-san! How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop?
OBO: Let's find out.
[OBO grabs the Tootsie Roll pop and pulls the wrapper off and rolls the candy around in his beak like he does with those nuts]
HAMELN: Uhhh... Obo-san?
[CRUNCH!]



PARODY OF MASTERCARD COMMERCIALS
[HAMELN picking out his huge honkin' violin from among several normal-sized ones]
NARRATOR: Violin: $150.
[Young HAMELN plays the violin alongside a wrinkled instructor]
NARRATOR: Violin lessons: $100.
[show HAMELN fighting by playing his violin]
NARRATOR: Kicking Mazoku ass: Priceless. There are somethings money can't buy. For everything else, there's OboCard.

PARODY OF MILK COMMERCIALS
[FLUTE sits at a finely adorned table, with a big glass of milk in front of her]
FLUTE: Hello. I'm Flute. Whether I'm running after Hameln, crying, or...... crying, it requires a lot of energy. That's why I always drink milk, for strong bones and long life!
[FLUTE reaches for the glass, but it tips over, and she begins crying]
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[We see RAIEL running swiftly after HAMELN, his piano on his back. In one hand is a huge glass of milk]
RAIEL: Well? How else do you think I'm able to carry this thing around all the time? [he takes a swig]
NARRATOR: Milk: Where's your mustache?