eighth dream

[flailingfelt]

[something's been bothering Kermit, all day long. some strange little urge niggling at the back of his mind.

finally, he can't take it anymore, and opens up the journal.

matter-of-factly:]


Mahna mahna.












((OOC: YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO, GUYS.))

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[teds_out]

[Ted's flipping through the book when he hears this... and somehow, he feels compelled to sing back.]

Doo doo do doo.

[... the hell was that.]

[flailingfelt]

[yay!]

Mahna mahna.

[forehead]

[stares at the journal]

...Mahna mahna?

[flailingfelt]

[sings] ♪ Doot doooo, do-do-doo. ♪

[forehead]

[tiiiilts her head but repeats again, curiously]

Doot doooo, do-do-doo?

[flailingfelt]

[nodnodnod. happily]

Mahna mahna!

[forehead]

[now with more enthusiasm; she's getting the hang of it!]

Mahna mahna!

[flailingfelt]

♪ Doot doo-doot doo! ♪

[forehead]

Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doot doo-doot doo-doo!

[SHE'S NOT SURE SHE KNEW HOW TO COMPLETE THAT BUT W/E]

[traken_master]

I beg your pardon?

[flailingfelt]

Mahna mahna.

[traken_master]

Yes, I heard what you said, but what does "mahna mahna" mean? It's not a phrase I'm familiar with.

[flailingfelt]

[maybe the Castle just thought it was good practice for about 24 hours from now, when he'll only be able to say what he is, over and over again. but he seems stuck]

♪ Doot dooooo doo-doo do! ♪

[traken_master]

You're singing? [Sighs] Is this some strange human form of entertainment? There must be someone willing to answer.

[chancing]

... What?

[flailingfelt]

Mahna mahna!

[chancing]

Why are you saying that? What in the world does that mean?

[flailingfelt]

[he draws an arrow up to where Ted's singing got transcribed and draws a few musical notes.]

[chancing]

So then it is a song of some sort? That is the strangest music I've ever heard.

[flailingfelt]

♪ Doot doooooo, do-do doot! ♪

[help him, he's stuck....]

[chancing]

It is not any less strange now. Why are you even singing in the first place?

[She doesn't know how, unfortunately.]

[flailingfelt]

[he tries to write his response, but the pencil won't work. HMF]

Mahna mahna.

[chancing]

And that does not answer my question. Are you able to say anything else?

[modernholmes]

[Conan suddenly felt the ridiculous compulsion to sing a series of doos back. Very, very badly. In fact, anyone nearby is probably covering their ears right now.]

[flailingfelt]

[we here in mun land do not care how tone deaf you are, Conan, we love it. BRING IT ON. Kermit, however, scrunches up his face and grumbles, still compelled:]

Mahna mahna.

[modernholmes]

[And Conan is compelled to sing out the response again. It seems impossible, but he is now even more out of tune.]

[flailingfelt]

[there's the faint sound of a headdesk. muffled and just the slightest bit miserable]

Mahna mahna ...!

[fly_little_bird]

[Someone singing? She doesn't think she knows this song... yet...]

Doot dooo do doo do.

[flailingfelt]

Mahna mahna! [it's your new whistle, Rue]

[fly_little_bird]

Doot doo doo do. [It's strangely catchy]