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This just in: Any musical made in the fifties is the gayest musical ever, and will be endlessly horrimusing. The Pied Piper of Hamelin, for your cringing pleasure.
I didn't even know that the Pied Piper story extended beyond, "And then he led all the rats out of the city, and the peasants rejoiced!", but there's so much more! He goes back to the city of Hamelin and asks for the payment he was promised for eradicating the vermin, and the mayor's all, "Uhhhh, no thanks, we're going to keep our money! So long, and thanks for all the no rats!" To which the Piper's like, "BASTARDS. Fine, well, I'll just take what is infinitely more precious, then. Come on, kids!" And he plays this tune that only the kids can hear, and they all traipse out of the village and into Mordor this abyss that opens up in the cliff and swallows them whole, all except for one kid who's got a gimpy leg, who gets left behind. Seriously, no one writes a bedtime story the way a German author does.
I didn't even know that the Pied Piper story extended beyond, "And then he led all the rats out of the city, and the peasants rejoiced!", but there's so much more! He goes back to the city of Hamelin and asks for the payment he was promised for eradicating the vermin, and the mayor's all, "Uhhhh, no thanks, we're going to keep our money! So long, and thanks for all the no rats!" To which the Piper's like, "BASTARDS. Fine, well, I'll just take what is infinitely more precious, then. Come on, kids!" And he plays this tune that only the kids can hear, and they all traipse out of the village and into Mordor this abyss that opens up in the cliff and swallows them whole, all except for one kid who's got a gimpy leg, who gets left behind. Seriously, no one writes a bedtime story the way a German author does.