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[Oni Taiko-Drums In Your Closet]

*WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP!!!*

*clatter...!*

[Mr. Grinch]

*Wakes up from the noise of the drumming.*

All this noise, noise, noise! It's just too much for me right now!

*Tries to block it out by covering ears with a pillow.*

I'm still not fully recovered yet, I need more rest!

[Pulg's Fairy Trombone Orchestra]

Rest, then, to the soothing sounds of 152 trombones playing the first four bars of 'The Vengabus Is Coming', over and over and over again.

[GT's Gothic Fairy Sousaphones]

...

...FOOMPH...

[The when]

Poomf, indeed.

[Fish-Malkovich]

Schism, you may need to come to Mr. Grinch's rescue. He keeps getting disturbed by a lot of noise.

And maybe, just a thought, lock the front door so we can't get in.

[The when]

Won’t work. The when is also where. (That’s right, there. But also here.)

[Fish-Malkovich]

You don’t count, so don’t worry, it only applies to me and everyone else.

[Sunomono Slaad]

*applies chocolate frosting, superglue, and rot grubs to Fish-Malkovich*

[Dedrick, The Professor]

Um, do really want to do that? He is disease ridden you know.

[Pulg]

If you know of a better way to realign his chakras, we would all like to hear it.

[The when]

One, two, three, four,FIVE, six, seven, eight, nine, Teeeen!

[I'm Hiding In Your Closet]

Good a-niiiiight, a-ding-a-ding-a-ding...!

[Pulg's Fairy Glockenspiel Band]

It is always polite to say goodbye to one's glockenspiel before retiring. How nice.

[Dedrick, The Professor]

Pulg wrote:

If you know of a better way to realign his chakras, we would all like to hear it.

Yes, don’t bother! Trying to realign his chakras is like putting toothpaste back into the tube.

[Fish-Malkovich]

I'm Hiding In Your Closet wrote:

Good a-niiiiight, a-ding-a-ding-a-ding...!

*Makes a vague moose impression.*

[Pulg]

Weeee dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig,
Beneath our yeshiva!
Spades in our hands, and in our hearts,
Der Rebbe Lubavitcher!
We will tunnel through the Brooklyn soil,
Until the cops our fun do spoil,
Our hats fall off, the messiah returns, and the soup goes off the boil!

[Oni Taiko-Drums In Your Closet]

Pulg wrote:

Weeee dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig,

Beneath our yeshiva!
Spades in our hands, and in our hearts,
Der Rebbe Lubavitcher!
We will tunnel through the Brooklyn soil,
Until the cops our fun do spoil,
Our hats fall off, the messiah returns, and the soup goes off the boil!

*try to drum in synch with the rhythm, fail for lack of being able to find one*

[The when]

Try to tynche with the zhythm, it’ll work much dhetter.

[Dedrick, The Professor]

*Picks up The when’s dentures, holds them out for The when to take them.*

Maybe you should try a stronger adhesive, I hear that tar works well.

[The when]

*Agreeably uses tar to stick the dentures to Dedrick*

[Dedrick, The Professor]

*In genuine amazement and fascination* What a most exquisite sample of tar! I must learn more!

*Uses special GoatToucher brand solvent to remove tar and discard the dentures.*

[Pulgco De Lucia]

Wow, free Mouth Castanets.

[The Beast of London]

*Dances the flamenco, in a very clumsy manner.*

[The when]

This is CHAOS! ,THIS IS ROCK AND ROLL!

[Fish-Malkovich]

ALRIGHT, LET'S ROCK THIS JOINT!

*Starts the party in earnest.*

[Oni Taiko-Drums In Your Closet]

*Starts Drumming In Earnest!*

...

*Earnest doesn't like it one bit!*

[Pulg's Horrid Fairy Banjo Choir]

Bang! Bang! Twang twang twang!
It's the rock 'n' roll banjo fairy!

[Bumptious Wazzock]

*Starts fiddling around with electrical equipment and lights to give a DJ light show.*

[Lady Blackmoor]

*Shimmies onto the dancefloor, carrying John The Baptist's head on a paper plate. The head is singing Girls Aloud's 2000s smash hit 'Sound of the Underground'*

[Dedrick, The Professor]

I must say, we're creating an awful din aren't we? Still, no reason to stop partying.

Oh, and Lady Blackmoor, you are to harvest your brother's organs next Tuesday.

After your mother has harvested his organs first, which will be the Monday before.

[Dowager Comtesse de Malodor]

What?! As if birthing and raising him wasn't bad enough, now further indignities must be foisted upon me?

[Dedrick, The Professor]

Relax, my dear lady, we are all going to harvest your son's vital organs for amusement.

It's all written down on the rota, with you getting first priority!

[Pulg]

Please stop writing things on my Indian flatbread.

[The when]

How about if we write it with mustard?

[Fish-Malkovich]

Pulg wrote:

Please stop writing things on my Indian flatbread.

I think that you'll find, that I am the one doing that. Dedrick is much more sensible.

Besides, your flatbread is terrible! What do you use to make it anyway?

[Pulg]

The same material used to make flat caps, or Flatbush, Brooklyn. Just Add Yeast.

[The Beast of London]

*Sneers in total disgust, as flat caps taste horrible.*

*Begins mindlessly eating the leg of one of Pulg's fairies.*

[The when]

*Adds mustard.*

[The CLAW]

*TAKES mustard!!!*

[The Beast of London]

*Doesn't care whether mustard is added or taken away.*

*Starts munching on the rest of the fairy. Its dying screams being ignored.*

[Pulg]

Ah, they're screaming in key, at least. Professional to the last.

[Dedrick, The Professor]

Wait, so you're not going to help the poor soul? And I thought that I was heartless!

[The when]

The Beast was hungry. Now is not. Seems to be getting along just fine without help…

[The Beast of London]

*Finishes eating the fairy, but is still hungry.*

*Tries eating The when (is unsuccessful, obviously).*

*Meanwhile, Pulg's fairies are outraged that Pulg allowed one of them to be eaten.*

*As such, they have started revolting against him.*

[The when]

Oh, yeah. They’re revolting alright.

[Pulg]

And reamping, too. The annual Fairy PAT test threw up a lot of issues that need to be addressed.

[Bumptious Wazzock]

*Leads the fairy bands in their rebellion against Pulg.*

[Pulg's Fairy Operatic Tenor]

CU-HAN YOU HEARRR THEE PEOPLE SEEEENG?

[Pulgewein's Fairy Klezmer Band]

Hey hey, daloy Pulgele!