A/N: Yes, this fic is odd. I accept flames.
The Lhasa King
('Circle of Life', or a fully butchered version of it starts playing)
From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to eat
Than can ever be eaten
More to play with
Than can ever be played
Some say run or be run over,
Some say eat some dog food,
But all think right,
During that twilight bark.
You should never eat more than you can.
On the Carpet of Life
It's the chewtoy of all
It's the jump on the couch
It's the brand of food
'Til we find our place
On the rug unwinding
On the carpet
The Carpet of Life
Some of us fall off the couch
And some of us sleep on fluffy pillows
And some of us sleep through our troubles
And some have to live with the cats
There's far too much to snack on here
More hours to sleep than can ever be slept
With the lamp blinding bright
In the living room,
Keeps Great Danes and Lhasas on the endless rug
On the Carpet of Life
It's the chewtoy of all
It's the leap on the couch
It's the brand of food....
BACKGROUND CHARACTER: Enough!
DIRECTOR: (all-powerful voice) Oh, sorry.
(We zoom to a kennel)
DIRECTOR: Here we are.
BACKGROUND: You can leave now!
DIRECTOR: Bwagh! The scenery's talking!!!
BACKGROUND: You just abbreviated my name! Jesus Christ!
DIRECTOR: (beat) Oh. Continue.
BACKGROUND: I don't have any lines.
KENNEL ATTENDANT: (walking in, carrying a small Lhasa Apso pup) Hey, everyone! Two announcements! One, SARAPI gave birth. Two, I freakin' hate my job.
KENNEL ATTENDANT 2: Oh, shaddup, RYAN!
RYAN: Don't tell me to shaddup, ZACH!
ZACH: Everyone knows you hate your job!
RYAN: Meh....you're right. Anyway, here he is.
(He presents the young pup)
The Lhasa King
('Circle of Life', or a fully butchered version of it starts playing)
From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to eat
Than can ever be eaten
More to play with
Than can ever be played
Some say run or be run over,
Some say eat some dog food,
But all think right,
During that twilight bark.
You should never eat more than you can.
On the Carpet of Life
It's the chewtoy of all
It's the jump on the couch
It's the brand of food
'Til we find our place
On the rug unwinding
On the carpet
The Carpet of Life
Some of us fall off the couch
And some of us sleep on fluffy pillows
And some of us sleep through our troubles
And some have to live with the cats
There's far too much to snack on here
More hours to sleep than can ever be slept
With the lamp blinding bright
In the living room,
Keeps Great Danes and Lhasas on the endless rug
On the Carpet of Life
It's the chewtoy of all
It's the leap on the couch
It's the brand of food....
BACKGROUND CHARACTER: Enough!
DIRECTOR: (all-powerful voice) Oh, sorry.
(We zoom to a kennel)
DIRECTOR: Here we are.
BACKGROUND: You can leave now!
DIRECTOR: Bwagh! The scenery's talking!!!
BACKGROUND: You just abbreviated my name! Jesus Christ!
DIRECTOR: (beat) Oh. Continue.
BACKGROUND: I don't have any lines.
KENNEL ATTENDANT: (walking in, carrying a small Lhasa Apso pup) Hey, everyone! Two announcements! One, SARAPI gave birth. Two, I freakin' hate my job.
KENNEL ATTENDANT 2: Oh, shaddup, RYAN!
RYAN: Don't tell me to shaddup, ZACH!
ZACH: Everyone knows you hate your job!
RYAN: Meh....you're right. Anyway, here he is.
(He presents the young pup)
