{Blog/Action] Hippies aren't vengeful... right?
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I love this song. I sing it all the time! Especially, when I'm scared which is, like, never.
I wish I could share it even more. I wonder who would... Oh! I know-
[There he was!
Hippie.
Maybe, it was still because of the aftermath of the happy stuff that'd been laced with the water last week or because he'd finally lost his grip on reality, but Feliks thought this was the best idea ever. Hippie could use this song. He dealt with a scary dragon after all. He would be doing him a favor!
Standing outside of The Hippie Store Feliks felt proud of having thought of this plan. He smirked mischievously before he slowly cracked open the door, opening it just enough so that he could fit through crouched down. That way Hippie couldn't see him. He wouldn't even know he was there!
Feliks stayed crouched and scooted forward, which was difficult because he was also holding something in his arms. So, the not so secretive scooting took longer then he had wanted and when he reached the counter he leaned back against it as if that had been quite the task. He set down what he was holding which turned out to be a small boom box. He managed a smile at it before he hit the play button.
He popped up from the counter with his arms in the air.
After an awkward pause, he began singing, loudly.
'When I was a little filly and,'
'The sun was going dooooown,'
He motioned falling down.
'The darkness and the shadows,
They would always make me frooooown,'
He danced his way around the counter and pulled the corners of his mouth down into a frown.
'I'd hide under the pillow,'
He used Hippie's arm as his pillow.
'From what I thought I saw,
But, Granny Pie said that wasn't the way,
To deal with fears at all,'
He dropped Hippie's arm and wagged a finger at him.
'She said, Pinkie, you gotta stand up tall,'
He stood up as tall as he could.
'Learn to face your fears,
You'll see that they can't hurt you,
Just laugh to make them disappeeeeear,'
He swung around in a circle and stopped with his arms held out.
He leaned forward more with each,
'Ha'
'Ha'
'Ha'
He ended with a huge grin on his face.
'Sooooooo,
Giggle at the ghosty,'
He giggled.
'Guffaw at the grossly,
Crack up at the creepy,'
He laughed harder.
'Woof it up with the weepy,
Chortle at the cooky,
Snortle at the spooky,'
He giggled and snorted.
He went around to the front of the the counter again and slammed his hands on it.
'And to tell that big ol' scary face to take a hike and leave you alone and if he thinks he's scary than he's got another thing coming and the very idea of such a thing just makes you wanna,'
He started cracking up.
Then, with his top half sprawled on the counter now, he took in a big breath and sighed.
'Laaaaauuuuuuugh!'
He might've broken some glass with that last note, but smiled up at Hippie anyway.]
I love this song. I sing it all the time! Especially, when I'm scared which is, like, never.
Click to viewI wish I could share it even more. I wonder who would... Oh! I know-
[There he was!
Hippie.
Maybe, it was still because of the aftermath of the happy stuff that'd been laced with the water last week or because he'd finally lost his grip on reality, but Feliks thought this was the best idea ever. Hippie could use this song. He dealt with a scary dragon after all. He would be doing him a favor!
Standing outside of The Hippie Store Feliks felt proud of having thought of this plan. He smirked mischievously before he slowly cracked open the door, opening it just enough so that he could fit through crouched down. That way Hippie couldn't see him. He wouldn't even know he was there!
Feliks stayed crouched and scooted forward, which was difficult because he was also holding something in his arms. So, the not so secretive scooting took longer then he had wanted and when he reached the counter he leaned back against it as if that had been quite the task. He set down what he was holding which turned out to be a small boom box. He managed a smile at it before he hit the play button.
He popped up from the counter with his arms in the air.
After an awkward pause, he began singing, loudly.
'When I was a little filly and,'
'The sun was going dooooown,'
He motioned falling down.
'The darkness and the shadows,
They would always make me frooooown,'
He danced his way around the counter and pulled the corners of his mouth down into a frown.
'I'd hide under the pillow,'
He used Hippie's arm as his pillow.
'From what I thought I saw,
But, Granny Pie said that wasn't the way,
To deal with fears at all,'
He dropped Hippie's arm and wagged a finger at him.
'She said, Pinkie, you gotta stand up tall,'
He stood up as tall as he could.
'Learn to face your fears,
You'll see that they can't hurt you,
Just laugh to make them disappeeeeear,'
He swung around in a circle and stopped with his arms held out.
He leaned forward more with each,
'Ha'
'Ha'
'Ha'
He ended with a huge grin on his face.
'Sooooooo,
Giggle at the ghosty,'
He giggled.
'Guffaw at the grossly,
Crack up at the creepy,'
He laughed harder.
'Woof it up with the weepy,
Chortle at the cooky,
Snortle at the spooky,'
He giggled and snorted.
He went around to the front of the the counter again and slammed his hands on it.
'And to tell that big ol' scary face to take a hike and leave you alone and if he thinks he's scary than he's got another thing coming and the very idea of such a thing just makes you wanna,'
He started cracking up.
Then, with his top half sprawled on the counter now, he took in a big breath and sighed.
'Laaaaauuuuuuugh!'
He might've broken some glass with that last note, but smiled up at Hippie anyway.]