No worries, Freezair. If you want me to, I will do your next part. A few thousand brain cells is a small price to pay for the lulz. *tear*
~PirkaNO! I MUST... PERSERVERE!
...Actually, I'll probably be able to bang one out Wednesday. I might only do half the vid, but the other half will happen during Sunday perhaps! :D
"Proto-Indo-European makes the damnedest words related. It's great. It's the Kevin Bacon of etymology." ~MadrugadaIf you so insist, partner.
[Haha...bang...]
~PirkaDo not lose hope! You shall conquer! Never give up! Never surrender! Exclamation mark!
Thanks for the all fish!I haven't heard anything from Gentlemanorcus in a while either. I hope Dingo hasn't gotten the better of him...
Maybe something else entirely (such as, say, school, work, something else, or some combination of the above) got to him. That kind of stuff happens: you get so busy doing other stuff that it doesn't leave enough free time to at least liveblog something.
If that's the case, I can totally relate. I think I might PM him soon to ask if I should take over the review.
You can do it, Freezair...I totes believe in you!
~PirkaAnd if you can't believe in yourself, believe in we, who believe in you!
Thanks for the all fish!BELIEVE ME, I AM STILL ALIVE
I'M DOING LULZBLOGS AND I'M STILL ALIVE
So it's technically on a Saturday. Which is not Wednesday. But my friends have been having me play Magic The Gathering with them OK and Na No Wri Mo and excuses excuses BAH. My wells of creativity are empty, but my mind will burn my mental fat cells for reserve energy in an extended metaphor of pain!
My musical sanity-saver this time: "There's A Fine, Fine Line." "And you'll never know until you reach the top / if it was worth the uphill climb..."
Female-voiced big scary dog (Pollacks, I think—Never Mind The Pollacks!) commands Tooplechin over to THE OTHERS! They won't last much longer in this horrible, horrible letter-mailing facility, but she's still fresh! Her tongue is still moist! Luckily, the conveyor belt stops frozen solid so Toopie and her very dumpy brothers can have an almost-tearful reunion.
I really wonder the necessity of kidnapping dalmatian puppies to lick stamps for you. Why would you need stamps licked in such quantity, anyway? Are you sending away for the world's largest order from the Kool-Aid Wacky Warehouse? * "TOOplechin oh TOOplechin!"
"Oh Toby oh Timmy!"
JANET! ROCKY! ...Sorry. I've done that joke before, too.
Pollacks growls menacingly. "Grrr alrightthat'senough have fun see you tomorrow morning EARLY!" And then we fade out, implying that... they just... leave them there? In the room? They don't take them to a jail cell or anything, they're just kinda... there. Are they restrained in any fashion? Do they just kinda... have the run of the stamp factory? This seems like a bad idea for keeping people, you know, imprisoned.
Remarkably, fadeout does not lead to Sexy Crowduck! Presumably, she's too busy bending time and space and being in the action but not to narrate. Instead, it leads to... annoying Boingy Happy Music and that gray dog! Does he have a name? I don't remember! He's a dog and he's gray! He's walking through the junkyard! He and Saspinomel! Walking, walking, walking... Another gray dog! The Grouchy One!
"WELL! WHOSETHOUGHTOFWHAT!" Not!Poochie seems to have thought of what, but the scene flashes between the different dogs so many times it's hard to get a handle on. "Well, it's all sort of difficult..."
Luckily, Mr. Bloom is going to save us the trouble of trying to figure it out by counting—loudly—over, the tail end of Not!Poochie. "Four, five, six, seven—there'sss oooone missing!"
"Tooplechin'sgone!" says either Fuzzy Gray Dog or Saspinomel. Breathing—it's OK. Don't give in to Dingo peer pressure.
"OoohohhoIthinkshe'sintroubleI'msureshewenttofindTobyandTimmy!" Ah, now THAT was definitely Saspinomel. From now on, whenever someone's missing, I am going to use that line of logic. "Shelby's not at work today? She went to fight hunger in Africa, I'm sure of it!" "Professor Morris cancelled class? He went to go resolve the Israeli/Palistinian conflict, I just know it!" "John's not picking up the phone? He went to go liberate war prisoners, I'm sure!" So I guess people never sleep in or fall and twist their ankles a little or get flat tires in Dingoland.
Butch, having a meat pie in place of his brain, decides he must SPRINT! And SPRINT he does! He's clearly Charlie's father (somehow), because they have the exact same book-opening-and-closing antelope-like grace. He SPRINTS across the junkyard! He SPRINTS down the street! He SPRINTS! And SPRINTS!
"WAITBUTCHCOMEBACKWHEREAREYOUGOING?" Down the street, obviously! And he SPRINTS away! For a very long time! And his "running" sound effect sounds like domestic abuse in the once-peaceful Persian Rug household.
Y HALO THAR Sexy Crowduck. Not sitting sexily today. Good. Still warping the fabric of space-time.
"Heeee doesn't want to go and get caught—as well, does he?" Look, Janet. Seriously, if you're getting a cold—you can stay home! Especially from this job! "JUST because Tooplechin smiled at him HE thinks he has to go and—PLAY the hero!"
Observations!:
- Tooplechin is drawn like a puppy
- Butch is not
- TOOPLECHIN IS A FREAKIN' PUPPY
- BUTCH IS FREAKIN' NOT
- Boss should really stop interrupting the narrator with his Mouth Flaps. It isn't very polite.
Gravely-like, he mutters on—as soon as Sexy Crowduck finishes her now-offscreen rambling. "Now we're in a mess the way it LOOKSSS—Not only do we have to free Timmy and Toby but also TooflechinandButchaswell!"
This is the one-minute mark, so my mini-update will come to an end here. BUT I AM STILL UPDATING! I may do one tomorrow, too, taking it in stages...
edited 15th Nov '10 12:35:54 PM by FreezairForALimitedTime
"Proto-Indo-European makes the damnedest words related. It's great. It's the Kevin Bacon of etymology." ~MadrugadaLove it, Freez!
RANDOM UPDATE!
I was on a Wiki Walk on The Other Wiki, mostly on the subject of astrology. I just found out that Gemini (the twins) were also known as... Castor and Pollux. So Gemini was two badly voice acted black dogs?
~Pirka
Oh my god, I just about lost it here.
/on to Part 2