Part 7 - The Journey
(Editor's notes: The actors for the next scene were unavailable at the time of taping, so we got some cheap illustrator to draw cheesy pictures, and had Mr. Rogers read the narration and pretend to do all of the voices.)
They had covered much ground, this pair of traveling sisters. Over hill, over dell, they had hit the dusty trail. They had faced many challenges, but together, these two had overcome great obstacles to get where they were.
They were tired, hungry, and irritated with each other. Despite all of this, they had to press on. The answers to so many questions lie beyond the ridge, and with that was the chance of taking the billion-dollar prize at the competition.
Southerngirl said, "There it is. That is the beginning of the path up the mountain to the cave of the Dreaded Soop Dragon."
LilBit hurried along the ground toward the paths beginning, dragging her sister shouting, "Come on, come on."
As they were about to take their first step on the path, they were greeted by a creature that is too grotesque to describe in French... so... I'll do it in English.
He was thinner than a skeleton with pale white skin glimmering in the moonlight. His eyes were vacant, like the eyes of an American who is trying to figure out what some British bastard just said.
With a voice that boomed like a squeaky mouse hitting puberty the creature said, "I am Form52, guardian of the path. I shall rip your spleen from your body and spill your soul on the ground."
Southerngirl couldn't help but giggle. She had picked up some Poppy weed along their travels and had been snacking all along the way.
(For those of you that have no idea, poppy weed is catnip for Bitc... ummm... witches. Enough Poppy weed would render a witch positively goofy)
LilBit just started to whine, "But weeee neeeeeed to get up the paaaaaaath!"
"There is but one way to get passed the guardian of the path," Form said.
"Hell no... It's too fuckin cold to be taking off my shirt," Southerngirl blurted out.
"Uhm... not exactly what I had in mind... but now that you ment..."
"What, what is it... we need to get on the path!" LilBit interrupted.
Form cleared is throat and unrolled a scroll and began to read: "Travelers requesting access to the path shall be turned away by the guardian, unless they can complete a task. The task is one of great difficulty, and thus, anyone who can complete this task shall be deemed worthy enough to walk on the path."
"Southerngirl just snorted and said, "Well... what the hell we gotta do?"
Form just smiled and said, "You must put one foot up and hop around on one leg."
Southerngirl began to lift her leg and stopped short, "Uh... nope... ain't gonna happen."
Before she could continue LilBit whipped her leg behind her head and began hopping around like a Terry Fox version of an ADD suffering kangaroo on crack after four Grande mocha lattes from Starbucks.
Southerngirl began giggling hysterically, "You want some poppy weed?"
Form also laughing, "Sure."
"So, how long does she have to do this?" Southerngirl asked
"Weeeeeeeeeee weeeeeeeeeee, Look at meeeeeeeee!" LilBit said as she hopped past her sister and the guardian.
"Eh... I dunno... I was making all of that up... see, the scroll is blank. I'll tell her she can stop now," Form smiled.
"Nah... let her go... I need a breather anyway. She'll run out of steam in a few hours."
With that, the two sat on the grassy knoll and enjoyed some fresh Poppy weed as LilBit hopped around with one leg behind her head in the shadow of the moon.
(Editor's notes: The actors for the next scene were unavailable at the time of taping, so we got some cheap illustrator to draw cheesy pictures, and had Mr. Rogers read the narration and pretend to do all of the voices.)
They had covered much ground, this pair of traveling sisters. Over hill, over dell, they had hit the dusty trail. They had faced many challenges, but together, these two had overcome great obstacles to get where they were.
They were tired, hungry, and irritated with each other. Despite all of this, they had to press on. The answers to so many questions lie beyond the ridge, and with that was the chance of taking the billion-dollar prize at the competition.
Southerngirl said, "There it is. That is the beginning of the path up the mountain to the cave of the Dreaded Soop Dragon."
LilBit hurried along the ground toward the paths beginning, dragging her sister shouting, "Come on, come on."
As they were about to take their first step on the path, they were greeted by a creature that is too grotesque to describe in French... so... I'll do it in English.
He was thinner than a skeleton with pale white skin glimmering in the moonlight. His eyes were vacant, like the eyes of an American who is trying to figure out what some British bastard just said.
With a voice that boomed like a squeaky mouse hitting puberty the creature said, "I am Form52, guardian of the path. I shall rip your spleen from your body and spill your soul on the ground."
Southerngirl couldn't help but giggle. She had picked up some Poppy weed along their travels and had been snacking all along the way.
(For those of you that have no idea, poppy weed is catnip for Bitc... ummm... witches. Enough Poppy weed would render a witch positively goofy)
LilBit just started to whine, "But weeee neeeeeed to get up the paaaaaaath!"
"There is but one way to get passed the guardian of the path," Form said.
"Hell no... It's too fuckin cold to be taking off my shirt," Southerngirl blurted out.
"Uhm... not exactly what I had in mind... but now that you ment..."
"What, what is it... we need to get on the path!" LilBit interrupted.
Form cleared is throat and unrolled a scroll and began to read: "Travelers requesting access to the path shall be turned away by the guardian, unless they can complete a task. The task is one of great difficulty, and thus, anyone who can complete this task shall be deemed worthy enough to walk on the path."
"Southerngirl just snorted and said, "Well... what the hell we gotta do?"
Form just smiled and said, "You must put one foot up and hop around on one leg."
Southerngirl began to lift her leg and stopped short, "Uh... nope... ain't gonna happen."
Before she could continue LilBit whipped her leg behind her head and began hopping around like a Terry Fox version of an ADD suffering kangaroo on crack after four Grande mocha lattes from Starbucks.
Southerngirl began giggling hysterically, "You want some poppy weed?"
Form also laughing, "Sure."
"So, how long does she have to do this?" Southerngirl asked
"Weeeeeeeeeee weeeeeeeeeee, Look at meeeeeeeee!" LilBit said as she hopped past her sister and the guardian.
"Eh... I dunno... I was making all of that up... see, the scroll is blank. I'll tell her she can stop now," Form smiled.
"Nah... let her go... I need a breather anyway. She'll run out of steam in a few hours."
With that, the two sat on the grassy knoll and enjoyed some fresh Poppy weed as LilBit hopped around with one leg behind her head in the shadow of the moon.