Sheriff Harry S. Truman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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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.]
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...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?
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[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.
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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.]
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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.]
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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.
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[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.]
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[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?
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[DID YOU HEAR IT, HARRY.
IT DID IT AGAIN.
THE PINK THING'S FAVORITE WORD.]
Did you hear it that time?!
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[Harry looks at Clara. He is suspicious.
In response, Clara wriggles.
WHAT, DAD HARRY? WHAT IS IT. She didn't do anything.]
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Never mind. Just put that on the tape, it's gonna need a few minutes to set in and start working on the glue.
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[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
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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.]
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WHATEVER, MAN.Harry looks at the bottle, looks at his wriggly blobs.
Frowns.]
Don't drop 'em, okay? In case they get slippery.
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Do you really think I've done that?
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You really want an answer to that?
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[Meanwhile, Clara and Molly are confused.
WHY IS THERE STUFF ON THEM?]