And then the purple-toed sloth began to sing, in a hazel-gravelly voice, "grumff, mumpff, schlumpff!"
It was then that it became clear that our heros had walked into the lair of the dreaded Schlumple monster whose very great ability to inarticulate speech or lyrics was it greatest weapon.
Odd, great afficianato of music that he is, died upon hearing the first chord, falling limp and soggily into a heap at Aelita's feet, causing her to trip and break her elbow.
A/N:
This one has a story behind it. My dad wrote this a few weeks before Christmas, and I love it to pieces (it makes me laugh every time I read it). For no apparent reason, he confiscated my iPad and made this addition to a chapter of TLV2 or 3 that I was writing (yes, he supports my fics completely). Thanks dad!