Chapter 5- Palin Country
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The group walked down the yellow brick road into a land that seemed very happy and much sunnier than any other part of Oz. A man skipped by singing the "Finland Song". The group saw several accountants at desks. They soon came across a pet shop.
"There it is!" John cried. "It's the pet shop I got this dead parrot from!"
"Why don't we go in and try to return it?" Graham asked.
"You know he won't take it back and give me a new one! You wrote the sketch."
"Right…" Graham said.
They walked a little further. They came across a large lake and sat down for a while. They watched a man on a dock skipping back and forth with two small fish in his hands. Each time he went forward, her would slap the air with the fish. After doing this four times, he would stop every so often and then continue as if something were missing. Suddenly, gasps were heard. The group did a collective head turn and looked out into the water to see a in tattered clothing emerge. He began to run up to the shore. When he reached the group, he fell flat on his face. He then looked up at Graham.
"It's-"
The "Liberty Bell March" by Sousa began to play. The man growled angrily. Underneath the music, he cursed and ranted. Finally the music stopped.
"What was that?" John asked.
"I'm not sure but it always happens to me!" the man cried. "Every time I say that word, that bleep music starts playing!"
Graham looked to the rest of the group and then back to the man.
"Well, why don't you try to not say the word?"
"Are you kidding? Do you know how hard it is to carry on a normal conversation without using 'it's'?" The man screamed.
He realized he had just said the word and covered his mouth as the music started up again. After it ended, the man sat down in frustration.
"I see what you mean," Graham said. "Why don't you come with us? We are on our way to consult the Grail of Oz. Maybe it can help you out as well."
"Oh! Thank you so much! I'll come with you for sure!" The man cried in glee.
"Alright," Graham said. "By the way, I didn't catch your name."
"My name is Mike. What is your name?"
"Well, I'm Graham and my companions here are Patsy, John, and Mr. Smoke Too Much."
"Ah, Smoke Toom Much, eh? Well, you better-"
"Don't say it!" The rest of the group responded.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I a closing in on a six week Python Binge. Please review but no Flames!