I’m On A Llama
anonymous
March 14 2012, 02:37:31 UTC
A/N: I used some of the script of the Old Spice commercials found on the Internets for this. This is basically an Old Spice commercial, lol. Enjoy, seriously.
Yzma stood next to Kronk and in front of them stood the Emperor Kuzco and a man known only as “Old Spice.” Old Spice was a dark-skinned muscular man, who was dressed in a skirt like Kronk’s, and that was it. He was shorter than Kronk, and a few inches taller than Kuzco. He held some kind of container.
“Hello, miss. Look at your Emperor, now look at me,” Old Spice said quickly.
They did what they were told.
“Now look at your Emperor, now look at me,” Old Spice said.
“We just did that!” Yzma exclaimed.
“Your Emperor… he is not me,” Old Spice said.
“That’s true,” Kuzco said.
“Yeah, definitely not this gentleman,” Kronk agreed.
“Smell me!” Old Spice exclaimed.
“What?” Yzma, Kronk, and Kuzco all said at the same time.
“Smell me!” Old Spice said.
Yzma approached him and sniffed him briefly. He smelled heavenly. Like ambrosia and the jungle after rain. It was delicious.
“Kronk smell him!” Yzma hissed at her lackey.
Kronk did what he was told and sighed contently. He did not say anything but patted Old Spice’s shoulder in reverence before Old Spice said quickly, “Don’t touch me.”
“Sorry,” Kronk said.
“Now smell your Emperor,” Old Spice said.
Yzma and Kronk smelled Kuzco at the same time.
“No smelly!” Kuzco said.
“Be quiet,” Old Spice said quickly.
He watched them look unhappy after they smelled Kuzco.
“Your Emperor sadly is not me, but if he used Old Spice body wash, he could smell like he’s me,” Old Spice said.
He handed Yzma the container.
“I’m on a llama,” Old Spice said, magically appearing on a llama. He winked at Yzma, Kronk waved at Old Spice. Old Spice then snapped his fingers and disappeared.
Yzma stood next to Kronk and in front of them stood the Emperor Kuzco and a man known only as “Old Spice.” Old Spice was a dark-skinned muscular man, who was dressed in a skirt like Kronk’s, and that was it. He was shorter than Kronk, and a few inches taller than Kuzco. He held some kind of container.
“Hello, miss. Look at your Emperor, now look at me,” Old Spice said quickly.
They did what they were told.
“Now look at your Emperor, now look at me,” Old Spice said.
“We just did that!” Yzma exclaimed.
“Your Emperor… he is not me,” Old Spice said.
“That’s true,” Kuzco said.
“Yeah, definitely not this gentleman,” Kronk agreed.
“Smell me!” Old Spice exclaimed.
“What?” Yzma, Kronk, and Kuzco all said at the same time.
“Smell me!” Old Spice said.
Yzma approached him and sniffed him briefly. He smelled heavenly. Like ambrosia and the jungle after rain. It was delicious.
“Kronk smell him!” Yzma hissed at her lackey.
Kronk did what he was told and sighed contently. He did not say anything but patted Old Spice’s shoulder in reverence before Old Spice said quickly, “Don’t touch me.”
“Sorry,” Kronk said.
“Now smell your Emperor,” Old Spice said.
Yzma and Kronk smelled Kuzco at the same time.
“No smelly!” Kuzco said.
“Be quiet,” Old Spice said quickly.
He watched them look unhappy after they smelled Kuzco.
“Your Emperor sadly is not me, but if he used Old Spice body wash, he could smell like he’s me,” Old Spice said.
He handed Yzma the container.
“I’m on a llama,” Old Spice said, magically appearing on a llama. He winked at Yzma, Kronk waved at Old Spice. Old Spice then snapped his fingers and disappeared.
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