Okay! Three Wise Men
Ridcully, Rincewind and the Bursar are trudging through a blizzard, closely followed by the Luggage.
Ridcully: Okay, now we go north until... hang on, this map is upside down!
Rincewind: *Groan* We're gonna die!
Bursar: Wimple teaspoon thank you very much!
Ridcully: Hmmm... maybe we should have turned... no... wait...
Rincewind: I want my potatoes!
Bursar: And a one, two, one two five egg!
Ridcully: You two aren't helping.
Rincewind: We're gonna die!
Bursar: Spoon.
Ridcully: This is ridiculous men! We are wizards! Finding some stupid barn in a blizzard ought to be a breeze!
Rincewind: You mean the same kind of breeze which is the cause of my hat being on the top of that huge pine tree three miles back?
Bursar: Doooby dooby doo doolop!
Ridcully: *Theatrical sigh* Press on, men! Tally ho!
Rincewind: I liked that hat. And there aren't any potatoes.
Bursar: Thort thower of thit! *erupts into giggles*
Ridcully: Rincewind, where are his dried frog pills?
Rincewind: They were in my hat.
Bursar: Tootle turtle tower!
Ridcully: Oh, bugger.
Rincewind: Why have we been invited to some stupid birth anyway?
Ridcully: Because he is apparently going to be a wizard and we have to give him old Windle's staff.
Rincewind: Really? I thought they said she was a virgin?
Ridcully: Don't be ridiculous man! We may be wizards but we aren't stupid! That's a physical impossibility!
Rincewind: Apparently.
Ridcully: Right...
Rincewind: We're lost aren't we?
Ridcully: Certainly not we-
Bursar: Weeeeeee threee kiiiiiiings!
Ridcully: Oh dear, he's getting worse. Are you sure there aren't any spare pills in that luggage thing?
Rincewind: [gloomily] no. Just clean laundry last I checked.
Bursar: Fooolooowiiiiing yonder staaaaaar! *points upwards dramatically*
Ridcully: Bigods, there is a star there!
Rincewind: Oh, no, not again...
Ridcully: Well, in the absence of any other landmark whatsoever at all, I think We'll just have to follow it, or we'll end up going round in circles.
Rincewind: *Sigh*
Saga Three: Disgruntled Shepherds
Ridcully, Rincewind and the Bursar are trudging through a blizzard, closely followed by the Luggage.
Ridcully: Okay, now we go north until... hang on, this map is upside down!
Rincewind: *Groan* We're gonna die!
Bursar: Wimple teaspoon thank you very much!
Ridcully: Hmmm... maybe we should have turned... no... wait...
Rincewind: I want my potatoes!
Bursar: And a one, two, one two five egg!
Ridcully: You two aren't helping.
Rincewind: We're gonna die!
Bursar: Spoon.
Ridcully: This is ridiculous men! We are wizards! Finding some stupid barn in a blizzard ought to be a breeze!
Rincewind: You mean the same kind of breeze which is the cause of my hat being on the top of that huge pine tree three miles back?
Bursar: Doooby dooby doo doolop!
Ridcully: *Theatrical sigh* Press on, men! Tally ho!
Rincewind: I liked that hat. And there aren't any potatoes.
Bursar: Thort thower of thit! *erupts into giggles*
Ridcully: Rincewind, where are his dried frog pills?
Rincewind: They were in my hat.
Bursar: Tootle turtle tower!
Ridcully: Oh, bugger.
Rincewind: Why have we been invited to some stupid birth anyway?
Ridcully: Because he is apparently going to be a wizard and we have to give him old Windle's staff.
Rincewind: Really? I thought they said she was a virgin?
Ridcully: Don't be ridiculous man! We may be wizards but we aren't stupid! That's a physical impossibility!
Rincewind: Apparently.
Ridcully: Right...
Rincewind: We're lost aren't we?
Ridcully: Certainly not we-
Bursar: Weeeeeee threee kiiiiiiings!
Ridcully: Oh dear, he's getting worse. Are you sure there aren't any spare pills in that luggage thing?
Rincewind: [gloomily] no. Just clean laundry last I checked.
Bursar: Fooolooowiiiiing yonder staaaaaar! *points upwards dramatically*
Ridcully: Bigods, there is a star there!
Rincewind: Oh, no, not again...
Ridcully: Well, in the absence of any other landmark whatsoever at all, I think We'll just have to follow it, or we'll end up going round in circles.
Rincewind: *Sigh*
Saga Three: Disgruntled Shepherds