Mayfield 18: Spring Cleaning

[shoulda_toined]

(Bugs had meant to organize his massive prop collection, but about halfway through the mountains of randomness, he's taking a break to do some voice warm-up exercises.)

o/~ Doe ray me me me me~~~ o/~

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[omg_thrall]

[Thrall's taking a walk, getting accustomed when he hears the voice warmups. It's... coming from a bipedal rabbit? Well he's seen odder.]

Lok'tar friend. [Raises a hand in greeting.]

[shoulda_toined]

(Waves back.)

Hey.

(He pulls a wazoo out of his pocket, produces a note from it, and then tries to match said note.)

Do me a favor, pally: do I sound off key ta ya?

[omg_thrall]

By about half a note if my experience with bards is any experience.

[shoulda_toined]

(Shrugs.)

Eh, close enough.

(Starts humming to himself as he goes back to rummage through his Pile of Things. Since most of these are gag props, feel free to comment on them. Try to stay safe for work on what he has, though, Bugs is too classy to go there.)

[omg_thrall]

[Watching curiously.] What purpose do some of these things have? I did not take you for a blacksmith. [He is pointing at the anvil.]

[shoulda_toined]

Nah, dat's fer dropping on people's heads if dey get fresh wid me.

[omg_thrall]

I had not realized anvils could be used as such...

[shoulda_toined]

Consider dat lesson loined, den.

[omg_thrall]

How amusing. I will remember for later. I am Go'el, and you?

[shoulda_toined]

Bugs Bunny.

[omg_thrall]

Well met Bugs Bunny. I take it this is all of yours? [Indicating the props everywhere.]

[shoulda_toined]

Yeah, tryin' ta stay organized is tough when ya got an almost endless bag 'a props.

(Trips and sends a pile of stuff flying.)

Case in point.

[omg_thrall]

Seems like it. A most handy bag I would be sure of. [Offers a hand up.]

[bravabarber]

(Voice warm-ups? Now that's something that catches Figaro's attention. Taking a slight detour before work, he heads towards the direction of the singer. He's pleasantly surprised to see his favorite rabbit is behind it, and waves at him.)

Signor Bugs! Buenas Días~ And how do you fare, on this wonderful day? ♪

[shoulda_toined]

Thanks fer being a pal, pal.

[shoulda_toined]

o/~ Good mornin' yerself, pally! Doin' a bit 'a organizing--

(His voice catches on that last "ing" and he pulls out a spritz bottle to soothe his throat.)

Ahemhemhem o/~ Dat last high note always gets meeee o/~

[omg_thrall]

Of course. It is the least I can do for you.

[bravabarber]

Ah, but practice makes perfect, signor Bugs, and from what I can see you are a hard worker~! Tell me, what are these items that you are organizing~?♪

[shoulda_toined]

(Speaking voice now:) All 'a my props. If I don't inventory every once in a while I end up pulling da wrong one.

[bravabarber]

Oh...you certainly have many of them~ ♪

(He's taken to examining them. Some of them are in shapes that he has never seen before. He picks up one and looks at it carefully.)

((OOC: Figaro's picked up a random prop. Because I don't know what props Bugs has, would you mind just picking the most hilarious one?))

[shoulda_toined]

(It's a "BANG!" flag gun, with the flag already deployed.)

A Comedian has ta be voisatile, aftah all.

((OOC: Go nuts, so long as it's nothing too naughty.))

[bravabarber]

[Figaro plucks the BANG! flag, a grin appearing across his face as he reads the words on the flag. He waves the flag around cheerfully; they didn't have hand guns in Figaro's time, just rifles, but he can figure it out.]

Genius! I suppose you have to pull the trigger, mi amigo~?♪

[shoulda_toined]

Yup. Be careful, though. Some 'a my props have minds 'a dere own.

(Nudges a jack-in-the-box with its foot and it springs out, mallet in hand, but Bugs nimbly dodges the attack.)

See what I mean?

[bravabarber]

MARIIIIIAAAAA~♪

[He jumps back a few steps, accidentally nudging another prop into action. Unfortunately, it happens to be one of those giant TNT boxes; the one that has a long fuse that leads to giant red TNT dynamites. And he's gone and sat on the handle. Whoops.]

[shoulda_toined]

Get down!

(Heroic dogpile on you.)

[bravabarber]

[Figaro quickly covers his head with his hands and obeys Bugs.]

[shoulda_toined]

(A tremendous explosion, complete with visible "BOOM" in large fancy lettering, sounds, covering both of them in ash.)

[bravabarber]

[When the smoke and dust clears, Figaro coughs once, twice, before he proclaims boldly:]

What an incredible item! You certainly dance with danger in your work, signore Bugs~♪

[shoulda_toined]

Eh, I'm a Toon, I can take it on da chin fer a few laughs. Plus, bein' da main charactah means I don't stay down long.

[bravabarber]

So something similar to the rules of Death in Mayfield apply to you in your world, because you work for the "Tee-vee"~?♪

[shoulda_toined]

Something like dat, yeah.

(Turns to address the Fourth Wall:) Kids, don't try dis at home.

[bravabarber]

[Because it's Fourth Wall, Figaro misses it. But he does think carefully about what Bugs has said.]

You must put on marvelous shows then, for what else can captivate the audience than a dare-devil stunt~

Have you given much thought to my proposal~?♪

[shoulda_toined]

I definitely wanna do something ta lift some spirits around heyah, but we'd need a script foist. You wouldn't happen ta know any good routines off da top 'a yer head, would ya?

[bravabarber]

[Figaro frowns and scratches his chin.]

Not many, I'm afraid. I was a writer for a brief while, but I do not think my sense of humor would work here. How about you signor Bugs~?♪

[shoulda_toined]

I know plenty. You ever done "Who's on Foist"?

[bravabarber]

No, I'm afraid I have not, mi amigo. What is it about~? ♪

[shoulda_toined]

It's about a da members of a baseball team--ya know what baseball is?