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(Me too!)(I first read that as 'sticky' and was trying to figure out how balloons are sticky 🤣)
*Amrod looks over in Amras’ direction, wearing a comically large pair of balloon glasses. He blinks in shock at seeing double.* WHOA!! It’s so lifelike!*Amras goes over to another balloon clown and stands watching him for a few minutes, enthralled by his antics. The clown rapidly produces a balloon dessert buffet, a balloon racecar, complete with driver, and a hot-air balloon made out of other balloons. Suddenly, the clown spins around and begins to dance*
Clown: Twisty the Balloonist, that's me! Anything of balloons can be! My trade you like to see! Instead of two, you shall be three!
*With a wink at Amras, Twisty turned away, giggling to himself. Amras tries to peek at what he's making, but the clown prevents him. At last, the clown turns around and reveals his creation. It is a balloon duplicate of Amras.*
Amras: Wow. Hey, Amrod, come check this out! Look's like we're triplets now.
*The baby oliphant trots over to Fingon and the clown and sprays them both with water from its trunk. Fingon, now clean of all pie cream, stands there soaking wet, his clothes dripping, while the clown is miraculously dry.**Ereinion crows in laughter watching his Atar become splattered in pie and be played with by the clowns. As he’s standing there, a clown on stilts picks him up from behind and places him on the back of a baby oliphant, to which he squeals in delight.* Atar, look! I’m flying on an oliphant!
Fingon: *his voice muffled behind the clown’s cloth and unable to actually see his son because there’s still pie cream in his eyes* Very cool!
Aranya: *looks at Maitimo* Well, maybe this could be kind of fun and nice, and get us away from all the noise and chaos?Would our two lovebird highnesses be gracious enough to take their seats upon the throne we have set up for them?
*Maglor winces at the sound of the horns, they were all terribly off-key.*Aranya: *looks at Maitimo* Well, maybe this could be kind of fun and nice, and get us away from all the noise and chaos?
Maitimo: Nope. We will not, under any circumstance, sit on a "throne" of their making.
Aranya: Why? What could be so bad about it?
Maitimo: *has a traumatic flashback to when the twins were in their phase where they were obsessed with whoopee cushions* You innocent only child, who has never been pranked by a little brother. I won't taint your imagination.
*Interrupting them, a parade of clowns tumble out of an additional car.* Who's ready for DINNER??? *they all honk their nose horns in excitement*
*They are all bearing silver platters with lids. They present the dishes at a large table, and take off the lids to reveal... Denny's Grand Slam meal combos.*
*Whispering*Ereinion: …Right. 👀
Amras: Since you're part of this family, I think you already qualify, Tyelko.*Tyelkoraccoon scrambles away from all the clowns in fear and climbs up Fëanor*
PROTECT ME, FATHER! I DON'T WANT TO BECOME A CIRCUS ANIMAL!
Amras: No, no, no, the whoopee cushions don't count as pranks, just jokes. A prank has to be at least as big as filling your room with pudding or pretending to run away from home.Maitimo: *has a traumatic flashback to when the twins were in their phase where they were obsessed with whoopee cushions* You innocent only child, who has never been pranked by a little brother. I won't taint your imagination.
(Ingo?)Ranissë:... right. 🤨
I mean, you're related to Ingo. Gotta live up to it...
(Ah, gotcha)
Amras: But of course. We can't let our cousin have all the fun.Ranissë:... right. 🤨
I mean, you're related to Ingo. Gotta live up to it...
Maitimo: Trust me, we thoroughly lost our appetites at Angband Denny's, and we don't even feel like eating any good food, let alone whatever... this is. I'm not sure those eggs actually came from real chickens. *makes a face and pushes his plate away, and Aranya does the same.*'Timo, perhaps you ought to refrain from eating, it might bring up bad memories.
Fëanor: What the-- COULD SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THIS BEAST IS SPEAKING IN MY SON'S VOICE?*Tyelkoraccoon scrambles away from all the clowns in fear and climbs up Fëanor*
PROTECT ME, FATHER! I DON'T WANT TO BECOME A CIRCUS ANIMAL!
Maitimo: Thanks for reminding me of the time when you did, in fact, fill up my room with pudding and destroy much of my book collection. 😑A prank has to be at least as big as filling your room with pudding or pretending to run away from home.
Maglor: Ah, I suppose that's right! Maybe I ought to try it and make sure there's nothing bad in it . . . I wouldn't want anyone else getting sick or poisoned. I've eaten enough of my own cooking that it probably won't bother me too much.
Maglor: Oh yes, Atar, Tyelko has somehow managed to turn himself into a raccoon. I suppose we ought to have told you that when we all met back up. 😅Fëanor: What the-- COULD SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THIS BEAST IS SPEAKING IN MY SON'S VOICE?
*Curufin goes over to them, picks Tyelkoraccoon off Fëanor and snuggles him like a plushie*Fëanor: What the-- COULD SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THIS BEAST IS SPEAKING IN MY SON'S VOICE?
*snort of hilarity*Maglor: Ah, I suppose that's right! Maybe I ought to try it and make sure there's nothing bad in it . . . I wouldn't want anyone else getting sick or poisoned. I've eaten enough of my own cooking that it probably won't bother me too much.
M: You could always help me out Curvo!!*snort of hilarity*
...no thanks. Even in raccoon form, Tyelko makes better food than that.M: You could always help me out Curvo!!
*he cut out a slice of somewhat soggy looking burger*
Come on, with both of us, we can make quick work of testing everything.
Ah, I see! So having you try it would be counter-intuitive since we'd still have no idea if it's actually bad or not. Whereas I'll turn green and probably faint if there's poison. A fantastic plan!...no thanks. Even in raccoon form, Tyelko makes better food than that.
*raises an eyebrow*
Besides, if something were poisoned, I don't think I'd be able to detect it. I've tested poisons on myself so often in the past—since asking for willing test subjects would be... problematic—that I'm afraid I have rendered myself practically immune to an extensive range of them. >_>
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