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Post by Pinocchio on Apr 9, 2009 17:26:53 GMT -5
Pinocchio looked at the yo-yo with suspicion. "How do you use these?" He then tried a trick and whacked himself, then got mad and threw it down.
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Post by Panchito on Apr 9, 2009 18:11:50 GMT -5
So, el pequeño títere bonked himself in the head, eh? What do you expect when you give such a weapon to children?
Panchito was very glad he'd had the good sense to step out of the way. But now it wa his turn.
He grasped the end of the string tightly, took aim, and swung the yo-yo around his head in a wide arc. Faster and faster it spun, until the rooster suddenly released it.
The wooden disc flew straight for one of the talent show judges and cracked him squarely on the forhead. The string settled neatly around the man's body, effectively tying his arms as he dropped to the ground unconscious.
Panchito let out a triumphant whoop. What a shot! And on his very first try.
True, he wasn't aiming for the judge. But the man looked like an awful sourpuss, so it served him right.
The vacquero pumped the flamingo's wing in a furious handshake. "Gracias, Nuestro Héroe! Thank you for this excelente arma! This will come in very handy, I think."
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Post by Our Hero on Apr 10, 2009 17:27:32 GMT -5
"Uh... You're welcome," Our Hero said to him, beginning to realize what was going on. "You know, that's not really supposed to be a weapon. But I guess if you want to use it as one, you can. You can actually have that one. I have a million more back home."
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Post by Pinocchio on Apr 11, 2009 17:40:24 GMT -5
Pinocchio looked at the birds questioningly. "And what do you know about all these?" Referring to the yo-yos and such.
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Post by Panchito on Apr 11, 2009 19:08:00 GMT -5
Huh. It worked awfully well for something that wasn't a weapon. Knocked that hombre cold.
"Are you certain of this, mi amigo? What else would you use such a thing for?"
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Post by Bambi on Apr 12, 2009 13:55:32 GMT -5
Bambi took a look at the yo-yo being tossed to him by Our Hero and wasn't sure how to get started with it. Watching Pinnochio and Panchito try their yo-yos out, he sort of began to get the basics and attempted to insert a hoof into the loop end of the yo-yo string. Once that was accomplised, he tried lifting his hoof up and down to make the yo-yo work. Unfortunately, his straight upward movement of the front legs away from the main body were very limited, and he wasn't able to successfully get the yo-yo to move up and down like Our Hero could. Frustrated, he shook the stringed loop off his hoof and said to the flamingo, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm getting this. You make it look so easy! How do you do it?"
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Post by Our Hero on Apr 16, 2009 20:34:28 GMT -5
(OMG, I am so sorry for the delay! I've been extremely busy lately!)
With all the commotion going on, Our Hero didn't know what to do at first. He decided to try and answer everybody's questions in order.
He first turned to Pinocchio. "I know everything there is to know about yo-yos," Our Hero replied. "I know that they're a ton of fun once you know what to do, and there's millions of tricks you can do with them."
He then turned to face Panchito. "Believe me, they're not weapons. They're toys. You're just supposed to have fun with them. If it's ever used as a weapon, I hope you have a good reason for it!"
Last but not least, he turned to Bambi. "They're definitely not as easy as they look. I've had years and years of practice to get to the point where I am now! I wasn't born naturally talented at all, believe me. I had to learn all this the hard way."
"Is there anything else anyone wants to know?" he asked the small crowd.
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Post by Bambi on Apr 19, 2009 20:34:38 GMT -5
(It's OK, Our Hero After having given up his first try at playing with a yo-yo, the little fawn looked up at the flamingo to hear him speak, and he soon grew to understanding about where he was in learning to use the yo-yo at this point. He understood that he wouldn't be able to master playing with a yo-yo instantly. It was just like when he had to learn to be brave when using his bleating call for defense; it wasn't exactly perfect the first time around, but it was still useful to distract the hunting dogs the one time they treaded the forest. "Okay. I understand," Bambi said with a couple nods. "I'll keep tryin'."
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Post by Our Hero on Apr 21, 2009 19:22:05 GMT -5
"Good luck!" Our Hero said to the fawn. "Remember, it's not nearly as easy as I make it look!"
He then changed the subject. "Hmm... I wonder if anyone else is entering the talent competion? I know one of the judges is still down, but they'll get up sooner or later. And when will the winner be announced anyway?"
The flamingo continued rambling on and on to himself.
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Post by Basil on Apr 21, 2009 19:39:01 GMT -5
"I believe the judges are waiting to see if any other entrants appear. That, and waiting for the ambulance to arrive."
Basil sent a meaningful look at Panchito. The rooster's lack of self-control just might have put a premature end to the contest.
"Permit me to introduce myself. I am Basil of Baker Street, late of London. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mister, er, Hero."
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Post by Our Hero on Apr 21, 2009 19:45:41 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, too," Our Hero said, looking down at the little mouse. "Oh, and you can just call me Our Hero. Everyone else does. Just don't ask about the name. I didn't choose it. Oh, and hopefully an ambulance arrives soon. That judge doesn't look like he's getting up anytime soon."
Our Hero was right. An ambulance soon arrived to take away the fallen judge.
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Post by Panchito on Apr 21, 2009 19:52:28 GMT -5
"Ai, yi yi!" exclaimed Panchito when he saw the emergency crew loading the unconscious judge into the ambulance. "My yo-yo! I must get it back!"
The vacquero rushed over to retrieve the toy. After all, he might need to bash someone else with it sometime.
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Post by Our Hero on Apr 21, 2009 19:55:24 GMT -5
"I could always just give you another one!" Our Hero hollered after him.
He chuckled to himself about the whole situation. Nothing like this ever happened with his yo-yos and The Snotty Six!
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Post by Basil on Apr 23, 2009 18:40:43 GMT -5
As the ambulance sped away, the remaining judges stood and motioned the crowd for silence.
"As it appears that there are no more contestants, we will now announce the winners of the first annual Walt Disney World Talent Show."
"Third prize goes to: Basil of Baker Street for his one-mouse Shakespearian drama."
A round of polite applause followed Basil to the stage. "Congratulations! Here is your trophy, and a certificate for a free ice cream sundae, and a pair of complementary mouse ears."
Mouse ears? That was a bit superfluous, thought Basil, staring balefully at the bizarre felt hat. But the free ice cream was most welcome, and the detective thanked the judges graciously.
"Second prize goes to: Our Hero for his amazing yo-yo extravaganza."
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Post by Bambi on Apr 23, 2009 19:28:49 GMT -5
Bambi raised his ears to hear the announcing of the winners of the talent show. Upon observing Basil being given his third-place prizes, he said, looking down at the small mouse detective, "Congratulations, Basil. You did great."
Then, knowing that he had not seen the entire show taking place, he looked up to say and wonder, "I wonder who won first place."
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