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likewatson) wrote2013-05-04 07:41 pm
likewatson) wrote2013-05-04 07:41 pm
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[For your viewing pleasure: A PINK BLOB. Wow. So cool and interesting. But why isn't anyone talking to her when this is all so cool and interesting?
The blob makes a frustrated little Ffa? noise, then the image shakes as though someone just hit the Gear. It continues doing so until another tiny voice interjects, at which point the pink blob steps back and the image comes into focus: it's Clara, waving her stubby little Cleffa arms in greeting.
She disappears from view for a moment, then rolls another pink thing into view.
It's an Igglybuff. Clara doesn't seem to notice that her new sister is exactly upside down when she stops rolling. To her credit, Molly doesn't really seem to mind. Clara starts excitedly waving her arms once more, and Molly does the same — except then she notices her tiny arms are in the wrong place in relation to her sister's, so she starts wiggling her feet instead. There! Now they look exactly alike.
When Clara notices the wiggling feet, she realizes her error and rolls Molly into the correct position, then gestures toward her while babbling.
Look, everyone. This is her brand new baby sister. She is also pink and tiny. Do you see how pink and tiny she is? If you don't, that's okay, because Clara demonstrates. She points to herself, then points to Molly and stretches her arms out; see? Pink and tiny. She will further show Molly's tininess by picking her up and placing her on her head, just like Harry does with Clara.
...except Molly just rolls off of Clara's head and out of the lens's view. Over the course of the next few minutes, there's nothing on the screen, but the following can be heard: Clara muttering angrily, Molly making confused little noises, and, eventually, the sound of tape ripping.
When Clara reappears, Molly is duct taped to her head.
And tiny as Molly may be, she's still a little bit too heavy for her sister to carry like that (also, Clara's nubby legs barely keep her own weight centered as it is), so within seconds, they topple over.
New problem: they can't get up.
So now there are two tiny pink things taped together, rolling around on the ground with their wee limbs flailing.
Clearly, Clara should have put more thought into this.]
The blob makes a frustrated little Ffa? noise, then the image shakes as though someone just hit the Gear. It continues doing so until another tiny voice interjects, at which point the pink blob steps back and the image comes into focus: it's Clara, waving her stubby little Cleffa arms in greeting.
She disappears from view for a moment, then rolls another pink thing into view.
It's an Igglybuff. Clara doesn't seem to notice that her new sister is exactly upside down when she stops rolling. To her credit, Molly doesn't really seem to mind. Clara starts excitedly waving her arms once more, and Molly does the same — except then she notices her tiny arms are in the wrong place in relation to her sister's, so she starts wiggling her feet instead. There! Now they look exactly alike.
When Clara notices the wiggling feet, she realizes her error and rolls Molly into the correct position, then gestures toward her while babbling.
Look, everyone. This is her brand new baby sister. She is also pink and tiny. Do you see how pink and tiny she is? If you don't, that's okay, because Clara demonstrates. She points to herself, then points to Molly and stretches her arms out; see? Pink and tiny. She will further show Molly's tininess by picking her up and placing her on her head, just like Harry does with Clara.
...except Molly just rolls off of Clara's head and out of the lens's view. Over the course of the next few minutes, there's nothing on the screen, but the following can be heard: Clara muttering angrily, Molly making confused little noises, and, eventually, the sound of tape ripping.
When Clara reappears, Molly is duct taped to her head.
And tiny as Molly may be, she's still a little bit too heavy for her sister to carry like that (also, Clara's nubby legs barely keep her own weight centered as it is), so within seconds, they topple over.
New problem: they can't get up.
So now there are two tiny pink things taped together, rolling around on the ground with their wee limbs flailing.
Clearly, Clara should have put more thought into this.]
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That's a new one.
I didn't know they stacked.
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On Clara's end, anyway. Molly continues fussing.
What Clara's trying to do is look at the Gear to see who's talking, because she swears she knows that voice, but she can't turn because MOLLY WON'T STOP MOLLY WHY]
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Over here.
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This, of course, ends with Clara yelling.
AND OH LOOK there's Harry, finally. Or his shoes, anyway.]
What in the — ?
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What'd you tape your blobs together for?
[examines them rolling around]
It doesn't look like it's working.
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[...wait. Where's that voice coming — ?
AW, HELL. THE GEAR'S ON. Harry's quick to retrieve it from the floor and squint, offering Blake an apologetic look.]
Hey. Sorry about that.
[video]
I think they wanted an audience.
It's a good idea, stacking them. Makes more sense for storage than sticking them in a computer.
[with a look of long-suffering understanding] You keep getting stuck with pink blob ones too, huh. How many species of those does one damn planet need?
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...no surprise there, though.]
I didn't do this. I have no idea how this happened. And — I, uh. Picked both of them out myself.
[Cue a sheepish look. It's then that Harry crouches back down, reaching for the pair of fussblobs to try to calm them down. He has no idea how he's going to get the tape off.]
Did you see what happened?
video
Oh my goodness, you are both way too cute for me. I'm going to get cavities with all this walking sugar about!
video
Cue all the muffled yelling. From both of them.]
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They might have gotten stuck under the couch, at one point.
WHOOPS?]
sob am i late enough-
Goodness, girls.
action;
OMGOMGOMG.
THE CLARA IS GROWING NEW CLARAS FROM HER HEAD
This is the most exciting day ever.
BRB Gandhina will just be barreling in to sniff incessantly at the New Clara (aka Molly) to see how much she smells like the old one.]
action;
Clara wriggles her tiny arms, half in excitement, half in desperation. Gandhina is going to help, everything is going to be —
wait what is
that's not helping
Meanwhile, Molly is thrilled, because WOW WHAT IS THAT RED THING ALL UP IN HER FACE? She's gonna boop it. As soon as it stops moving.]
action;
IT BEHAVES JUST LIKE THE OLD CLARA
this is super exciting omg
Allow her to profess her shared enthusiasm for this obviously momentous event by truckin' on down to nose all over Clara while she's at it.]
action;
And Molly just whines because where did the thing go?]
action;
HAS SPROUTING A NEW CLARA MADE YOU ILL
Molly is now not the only one whining, as Gandhina attempts to appropriately express her WTF at this new development.]
action;
But no.
Clara doesn't want to hurt her four-legged sister from another egg group, so she lets go.
And sighs.
Resigned.]
action;
BEST FRIEND CLARA IS NOT ACTING LIKE BEST FRIEND CLARA
...
BEST FRIEND CLARA MUST BE SICK
......
WHAT DO WE DO WHEN BEST FRIENDS ARE SICK
.........
PICK THEM UP AND TAKE THEM TO ALBERT
brilliant
UP YOU GO, CLARA AND MOLLY. Into the mouth of Wolfdog Express you go!]
action;
WAIT GANDHINA NO THIS ISN'T WHAT CLARA WANTED. She flails in Gandhina's mouth and makes a frustrated little sound while Molly starts to giggle. SHE'S FLYING sort of.
YAY?]
action;
Wait the Clara why are you flailing like that.
Is it because you're sick?
She will pause for a moment of implied Aroo? as she attempts to discern the problem.]
action;
Clara's just gonna let this happen. She's pretty sure they're going to take a trip to Uncle Butts's cave, anyway, and if there's one person who can fix this problem...
Clara would really prefer the person who can fix this problem without looking all >:(, but dad Harry is nowhere to be found.]
action;
This is very complicated.
Fortunately Gandhina and her mighty powers of deductive reasoning are on the case!
...
...
...
Nope Albert is definitely the correct choice to fix this.
TALLY HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.]
action;
Wait.
Is that.
Harry pulls the book away and stares.
There's only one thing to do in a situation like this: yell for Albert.]
Albert! C'mere!
action; | 1/2
IT'S BEST FRIEND HARRY.
And over comes Gandhina to proudly show off the subject of her mission, and possibly get butt scritchies for it.
LOOK BEST FRIEND HARRY, SHE IS RESCUING A SICK THE CLARA. ISN'T SHE A GOOD GIRL.
YES SHE IS.]
action;
What?
action;
So when Albert shows up, all he does is point.
And Clara, upon seeing her knight in shining armor, starts jabbering away again, arms flailing wildly. HELP, UNCLE BUTTS. WHY IS NO ONE ELSE HELPING. YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING.]
action;
...You duct-taped a pink thing to your other pink thing's head and fed them both to Gandhina. Am I supposed to be impressed?
action;
[HARRY IS ALARMED AT THIS ACCUSATION, SIR. Positively alarmed. How could you!
...except now that he thinks about it, that does seem to be the most likely explanation.]
No, no. I had nothing to do with — I just found them like this! In Gandhina's mouth and everything. [Oh. Right.] Gandhina, please put them down.
action;
Though he's kind of not surprised by the alternative one that Harry provides, given Gandhina and her penchant for trotting her furry butt all over the house with the pink thing in her mouth anyway.
At least it can't swear like a sailor while it's trapped in her jaws, though. Small favors.]
Hey. Deputy Andy. You heard the man, drop 'em.
[As Gandhina just wags her tail, momentarily distracted by the sight of SO MANY OF HER FAVORITE PEOPLE ALL IN THE SAME ROOM.]
action;
WHAT IF GANDHINA NEVER DROPS THEM
It's Albert's "Deputy Andy" comment that sends Harry over the edge and his shoulders start shaking. He may be silent, but that's as good a giveaway as any that he's cracking up.]
action;
Disgusted, Albert reaches for the pink blobs and gives Gandhina a Look™, prompting her to release them into his expert care. He is now holding a pair of duct-taped alien blobs.
He's just waiting for the one to curse him out. JUST. WAITING.]
For the love of — hey! Cut that out and go dig the cooking oil out of the kitchen. Unless you want me to just rip this off and take half of your little blobs with it.
action;
[As for Clara, she's not saying anything, for she is too overjoyed that she is out of Gandhina's mouth and in the safe embrace of Uncle Butts.
And then there's Molly.
Who's decided she wants to drool like Gandhina.
On Albert's hand.]
action; | keywords so hilariously relevant
[Why is there drool.
Why is he being drooled upon.
Why is this his life.]
Cut that out, you little half-chewed gum bubble.
action; | oh bertie.
[Comes Harry's voice from the kitchen, sounding amused.
Molly sounds amused, too, judging by the half-giggle that comes out of her. And Clara? Clara calls Uncle Butts her favorite word.
Harry does not hear that. Instead, he emerges from the kitchen with the cooking oil bottle-shaped trophy in his hand.]
Got it. What now?
action;
[DID YOU HEAR IT, HARRY.
IT DID IT AGAIN.
THE PINK THING'S FAVORITE WORD.]
Did you hear it that time?!
action;
[Harry looks at Clara. He is suspicious.
In response, Clara wriggles.
WHAT, DAD HARRY? WHAT IS IT. She didn't do anything.]
action;
Never mind. Just put that on the tape, it's gonna need a few minutes to set in and start working on the glue.
action;
[Unless Albert wants another mess in the house.
Harry's good with helping in those situations!
like the time he tracked mud into the living room and cleaned the everloving hell out of it before Albert could notice
]and the other three times the same thing happened
action;
It's cute how Harry thinks he can hide something like that from a forensic pathologist.
]Motherfucker he caught your damn girlfriend because of fibers, okay, he knows what you did. SANTA CLAUS AIN'T GOT NOTHIN' ON HIM.
You're not dumping the whole damn bottle on them. Just crack it open and pour on a little.
[Unless you want your pink things smothered in cooking oil, Harry. WHO KNOWS. MAYBE YOU DO.]
action;
WHATEVER, MAN.Harry looks at the bottle, looks at his wriggly blobs.
Frowns.]
Don't drop 'em, okay? In case they get slippery.
action;
action;
Do you really think I've done that?
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You really want an answer to that?
action;
[Meanwhile, Clara and Molly are confused.
WHY IS THERE STUFF ON THEM?]