30 Frogs
[Oh, Puddle remembers this day. He remembers it all too well. Grimacing at the sounds already coming from the journal, he abandons his in his room and heads down towards the lobby, determined to go stay out in the forest until this embarrassing mess is over and done with. Of course, the castle being what it is, he's sure he'll be caught before he makes it that far. It's only to be expected. And, for once, his prediction is right.]
[sitting in the corner in his cozy little DJ booth, Harry catches sight of Puddleglum. he knows this guy, he's spoken to him once or twice ... and really, there's only one thing that ever comes to mind when he thinks of him: what a downer the poor dude is. without thinking, he grabs his mic, slaps a record on the turntable, and starts in on him]
Yo, listennnn up! Here's a story
About a little guy that lives in a blue world
And allllll day, and allllll night, and everything he sees
Is just blue - like him! - inside and outside
Blue, his house - with a blue little window
And a blue corvette
And everything is blue for him - and hisself! -
And everybody around ...
Cos he ain't got ... nobody .... to listen.... [he flicks a switch on the DJ equipment, and lights come out of nowhere. big, crazy, blue and green lights, complete with a disco ball, until the lobby looks like an underwater rave...]
[The look Puddleglum gives those lights isn't quite distressed...but it's close. For one sliver of a moment, it almost looks like he'll get away with silence. Except, when the marsh-wiggle opens his mouth to sigh, something else comes out instead]
I'm blue...
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
[eyes lingering mournfully on Mark, he can't stop the auto-tuned words as they slide into the air]
I'm blue...
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
I have a blue house with a blue window.
Blue is the colour of all that I wear.
[and, suddenly, it's true... the fabric of his loose clothing shifting to a melancholy, deep blue]
Blue are the streets and all the trees are too.
I have a girlfriend and she is so blue.
[he's never heard the song, but the second Puddle mentions having a girlfriend, Harry wishes up a blue rag-mop and tosses it over to him. there, now he's got a proper dance partner!]
Blue are the people here that walk around,
Blue like my corvette, it's standing outside.
Blue are the words I say and what I think.
Blue are the feelings that live inside me.
[pulling the broom back to him, Puddle sings into it as if it was a mic]
I'm blue...
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
I'm blue...
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
[As the chorus fades, Mark grabs his mic one last time and brings the song full circle, drawing the rave lights together so that they now center on the poor, forlorn creature standing at the foot of the stairs with a mop]
Inside and outside blue his house
With the blue little window and a blue corvette
And everything is blue for him - and hisself! -
And everybody around ...
Cos he ain't got ... nobody .... to listen....
[and Puddle comes back in for one more chorus, feet shuffling miserably to the beat]
I'm blue...
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
[as the beat dies into silence and the lights shift back to normal, Puddle blinks a few times... and then sighs] I should've known there'd be no escaping it.
[ooc: Red is Hard Harry, Blue is Puddleglum]
[sitting in the corner in his cozy little DJ booth, Harry catches sight of Puddleglum. he knows this guy, he's spoken to him once or twice ... and really, there's only one thing that ever comes to mind when he thinks of him: what a downer the poor dude is. without thinking, he grabs his mic, slaps a record on the turntable, and starts in on him]
Yo, listennnn up! Here's a story
About a little guy that lives in a blue world
And allllll day, and allllll night, and everything he sees
Is just blue - like him! - inside and outside
Blue, his house - with a blue little window
And a blue corvette
And everything is blue for him - and hisself! -
And everybody around ...
Cos he ain't got ... nobody .... to listen.... [he flicks a switch on the DJ equipment, and lights come out of nowhere. big, crazy, blue and green lights, complete with a disco ball, until the lobby looks like an underwater rave...]
[The look Puddleglum gives those lights isn't quite distressed...but it's close. For one sliver of a moment, it almost looks like he'll get away with silence. Except, when the marsh-wiggle opens his mouth to sigh, something else comes out instead]
I'm blue...
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
[eyes lingering mournfully on Mark, he can't stop the auto-tuned words as they slide into the air]
I'm blue...
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
I have a blue house with a blue window.
Blue is the colour of all that I wear.
[and, suddenly, it's true... the fabric of his loose clothing shifting to a melancholy, deep blue]
Blue are the streets and all the trees are too.
I have a girlfriend and she is so blue.
[he's never heard the song, but the second Puddle mentions having a girlfriend, Harry wishes up a blue rag-mop and tosses it over to him. there, now he's got a proper dance partner!]
Blue are the people here that walk around,
Blue like my corvette, it's standing outside.
Blue are the words I say and what I think.
Blue are the feelings that live inside me.
[pulling the broom back to him, Puddle sings into it as if it was a mic]
I'm blue...
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
I'm blue...
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
[As the chorus fades, Mark grabs his mic one last time and brings the song full circle, drawing the rave lights together so that they now center on the poor, forlorn creature standing at the foot of the stairs with a mop]
Inside and outside blue his house
With the blue little window and a blue corvette
And everything is blue for him - and hisself! -
And everybody around ...
Cos he ain't got ... nobody .... to listen....
[and Puddle comes back in for one more chorus, feet shuffling miserably to the beat]
I'm blue...
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
da ba dee, da ba die
[as the beat dies into silence and the lights shift back to normal, Puddle blinks a few times... and then sighs] I should've known there'd be no escaping it.
[ooc: Red is Hard Harry, Blue is Puddleglum]