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Post by Jewel on Dec 9, 2003 17:53:43 GMT -5
The light blue police pony stepped in time with his singing as he neared the castle ruins:
"Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
a tale of a fateful trip.
That started from this tropic port,
aboard this tiny ship..."
Nearing a large, fallen boulder of stone, Moe leaped up onto it, with effort, and raised his head looking for the lost Shade.
"Shade? Shaaaade?" Moe called, stopping to listen for a reply before trying again. While the other ponies looked in the Outer Edges, Moe, seeing through his own eyes, saw the castle as a much more entertaining place. In many ways, Moe was much like a foal himself. After a few minutes, he sat down on the stone, and waited.
"The mate was a mighty sailin' man,
the skipper brave and sure.
Five passengers set sail that day,
for a three hour tour, a three hour tour………"
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Post by Tink on Dec 9, 2003 18:33:16 GMT -5
"Who are you and why are calling for me?" Shade peeked out from behind some rubble to stare at Moe wide-eyed.
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Post by Jewel on Dec 9, 2003 18:56:01 GMT -5
"Hello, Shade," Moe smiled, not moving toward the foal for fear of scaring him. "I'm one of your Aunt Tink's good friends.. I was in the Cafe, remember? She's been looking all over for you.. she's very worried," Moe said, gazing up at the sky, then back at the young one. "She made a search party to find you," He explained, trying to emphasize Tink's worry and love for the foal but also not being forceful. "She even promised we'd all get some ice cream if we found you," He smiled a little.
"Would you like me to take you to her?"
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Post by Tink on Dec 9, 2003 20:27:20 GMT -5
Shade looked at Moe carefully, "I'm not supposed to follow strangers, on the other hand even I could probably overpower you, sure I guess." Shade leapt over the rubble pile and began trotting away already.
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Post by Jewel on Dec 9, 2003 20:35:03 GMT -5
Moe tumbled from the boulder, hurrying to keep up with the little trouble-maker. When he caught up and was walking beside the trotting foal, he whistled, then started to sing the song again:
"Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
a tale of a fateful trip.
That started from this tropic port,
aboard this tiny ship..."
He paused, hoping to spark Shade's interest, and convert another pony to the addiction which was Gilligan's Island.
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Post by Tink on Dec 10, 2003 7:32:20 GMT -5
"So whee exactly is my aunt, and why do you keep humming that infernal melody? You're driving me nuts, stop it." Shade whistled to the tune of "A Few of My Favorite Things" just to get back at him.
Raindrops on Roses
And whiskers on kittens
Bright Copper Kettles
And warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with string,
these are a few of my favorite things
"Don't make me sing 'Battle of the Last crumpet' now!"
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Post by Stellaluna on Dec 10, 2003 14:58:23 GMT -5
(ooc: Tink! That's one of my favorite songs. I even have a custom music box that song!)
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Post by Tink on Dec 10, 2003 15:59:08 GMT -5
OOC: Its a wondeful song, I always get the second and tyhird verses wrong, but it comes out ok.
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Post by Jewel on Dec 10, 2003 18:30:59 GMT -5
Infernal melody?! Puh! This kid obviously just doesn't appreciate quality television.. Moe thought indignantly, while smiling and shaking his head. Tink was sure to have her hooves full with this one.
"You can sing whatever you like," Moe said calmly and a little cheerfully. He wasn't the type of pony to easily take offense, or to be gloomy.
"I believe she's back at the Cafe.. so we'll go there," Moe replied, heading toward the small shop.
(OOC: cont at the CC Cafe?)
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Post by Tink on Dec 10, 2003 19:22:41 GMT -5
Shade nodded and followed Moe.
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