The Lord of the Onion Rings (part 2 )
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Buba creeps up the steps to his Hoppit hole. As soon as he steps in, he starts to laugh.
Buba: Those idiots. Looking this way and that and have no clue that-AHH!!(he screams as Gandhi creeps up on him)
Gandhi: I suppose you think that was terribly funny.
Buba: Oh, gosh, Gandhi, did you see the look on their faces?!
Gandhi: There are many magical onion rings on the world, Buba, and none of them should be used heavily…or lightly…
Buba: But it was just a bit o’ fun, oh, you’re probly rite, as usual.
Gandhi: You are leaving the onion ring to Frito?
Buba: Yes, yes, its in an envelope o’er dare on the mantelpiece…no, wait, here it is…here in my pocket…strange now, isn’t it? Well, why not (voice is now high and squeaky and weird) why shouldn’t I keep it?
Gandhi: I think that you should leave it to Frito, izat so hard?
Buba: Well, no…and yes, now that it comes to it I doesn’t want 2 part wit it, its mine me own it came 2 ME!
Gandhi: Well there’s no reason to burst more buttons than you need 2-
Buba: Well if me does itz UR fault!!! Itz mine…me own…me wonderful smelling precious! AND u want it 4 yoself!!
Gandhi: BUBA BAD-IN-SENSE!! DO NOT TAKE ME 4 A OLD GREY FOOL THAT WOULD STEAL A SMELLY OLD MAGIC ONION RING!! IM NOT TRYING TO HELP YOU!!! I’m trying to rob-oh, I’m trying to…uh, help me-you…
Gandhi:what does chicken have 2 do w/ anything?
Buba: My mamma said when i get upset say `chicken’ and i will feel better…so i did and I did.
Gandhi: OK, i might try that sometime.
Buba: Well im off, keep an eye on Frito 4 me…wuznt i supposed 2 say that earlier?…anywayzim gonna go now…
Gandhi:Buba…I will keep a few eyes on Frito and not as often as I cannot spare dem.
Buba: Uh, yeah…right, well goodbye Gandhi my old friend, *starts singing the tune to the wizard of oz* im off 2 c da Elves, the Wonderful Elves of Rivendell, doot doot do doot do doot do DOOT!! Do doot do doot do doot dodoot !
Gandhi: Buba, the onion ring iz still in ur pocket…
Buba: Aha, so it is…here(eerie music starts 2 play as he decides whether 2 drop it on the ground or 2 fake dropping it and run anyway)
Buba’s small mini angel that just appeared on his shoulder: Come on, Buba, u no that it iz the rite thing 2 do, just drop it and get it over with.
Buba’s small mini devil that just appeared on his other shoulder: No, keep it and run away w/ it, that big ol’ idiot can’t catch you cause he’s 2 slow. Wut are tha chances that u’ll ever c that delicious looking good smelling very wonderful onion ring again?
Buba’s small mini angel on his shoulder: C’mon, just drop it and don’t listen 2 that big red oof, do it 4…uh, Frito, he’d want u 2 do it…I think.
Buba: Alright. (drops the dreaded onion ring and then steps out the door and Gandhi steps out next 2 him) I tawt up an ending 4 my big red book: and he lived happily sadly weirdly ever after to the end of his ways days.
Gandhi: And im sure you should, Buba, im sure you should.
Buba: Bye, Gandhi. (as he walks off) Oh the street goes ever 4ever and ever, down to the somewhere where it began yada da do di da do di doot da di da do da doot!!
End of that part