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Hello again. I'm back for REAL this time. You wouldn't believe the sorts of things that have been going on...well, you probably would, but that's no reason for me to tell you. ^^ Anywho, I decided to jump straight back into the story without further ado, so here you go! This is a fluffy, wacko chapter to lighten your spirits, then I'm going to hit you with a double whammy of plot! MUAHAHA! Enjoy ^.~
Today's song is: Cotton-eye Joe, credited to the Rednex.
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(Zoe whistles happily as she skips down the street. She looks down and sees PB)
ZOE: Well, hello there, little fella. What's on your mind?
PB: Cut the chit-chat, lady. Does Rodriguez have my parfait yet, or do I have to kick more spleen?
ZOE: No, he doesn't have your parfait. But here's a down payment for your trouble. (Winks and slips him a dime)
PB: (Stares at it) YOU THINK I CAN BE BOUGHT WITH SPARE CHANGE?! THINK AGAIN, SMALL LADY!
ZOE: (Grumbles) Okay, okay. (Gives him a dollar)
PB: Now you're talking.
ZOE: For some reason, I get the strangest urge to burst into twangy, banjo- strumming music.
PB: Strangely, so do I.
ZOE: Well, I'm not one to deny nature, so here goes nothing!
If it hadn't been for cotton-eye Joe,
I'd been married long time ago.
PB:
Where did you come from?
Where did you go?
Where did you come from cotton-eye Joe?
ZOE:
If it hadn't been for cotton-eye Joe,
I'd been married long time ago.
ZOE&PB:
Where did you come from?
Where did you go?
Where did you come from cotton-eye Joe?
ZOE:
He came to town like a midwinter storm,
He rode through the fields so handsome and strong.
His eyes were his tools, and his smile his gun.
But all he had come for was havin' some fun!
If it hadn't been for cotton-eye Joe,
I'd been married long time ago!
PB:
Where did you come from?
Where did you go?
Where did you come from cotton-eye Joe?
ZOE:
If it hadn't been for cotton-eye Joe,
I'd been married long time ago.
PB:
Where did you come from?
Where did you go?
Where did you come from cotton-eye Joe?
ZOE:
If it hadn't been for cotton-eye Joe,
I'd been married long time ago.
ZOE&PB:
Where did you come from?
Where did you go?
Where did you come from cotton-eye Joe?
PB:
He brought disaster wherever he went.
The hearts of the girls was to hell, broken, sent.
They all ran away so nobody would know,
And left only men cause of cotton-eye Joe.
ZOE:
If it hadn't been for cotton-eye Joe,
I'd been married long time ago!
PB:
Where did you come from?
Where did you go?
Where did you come from cotton-eye Joe?
BOTH:
If it hadn't been for cotton-eye Joe,
I'd been married long time ago.
Where did you come from?
Where did you go?
Where did you come from cotton-eye Joe?
ZOE: Okay, that was weird even for me.
PB: No kidding! Don't forget: This conversation never happened.
ZOE: But–
PB: NO BUTS! I AM A BOY WITH PARFAIT WITHDRAWALS! DO NOT MESS WITH ME!
ZOE: Okay.
(A cricket chirps in the long silence)
PB: Eat bubbles.
ZOE: ...Okay!
(Another cricket chirp)
PB: I'm leaving now...GOODBYE!
(He races away, leaving Zoe to resume her whistling. A cricket chirps again as Zoe thinks for a long moment)
ZOE: Hey! That creep took my dime! COME BACK HERE!
(She chases him away)
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Heehee! I am really back this time! I'll do the next chapter with some plot, but I felt that the last few chapters had been lacking wackiness. ^.~