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Date Posted: 16:51:51 12/13/11 Tue
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Neela & Bronte
's message, "Minisode #1 (Inside - An interlude to Episode #4)" on 18:53:15 11/28/11 Mon
>Basil’s Stupendous Talkshow (A NABP Minisode)
>
> The auditorium lay in complete darkness, and aside
>from a few whispers of “Gerroff, blighters! This is my
>seat!” and “Ooh, you’m villyuns be sttepping on moi
>tail!”, there was a hushed, tense silence.
>
> Everybeast was waiting for the show to begin.
>
> With a sudden clattering of drums, bright lights
>began to flash around the room, creating dizzying,
>colorful patterns on the walls, the audience, and the
>stage.
>
>Everybeast began to applaud and cheer as a catchy
>harolina tune began to play.
>
> Basil Stag Hare strolled on to the stage to a
>standing ovation. He grinned and walked over to one of
>three comfortable-looking armchairs on the stage. The
>hare wore a blue suit with many red polka-dots over a
>shirt and matching tie, and his long ears stuck out
>cheekily from the sides of a tricorne hat.
>
>“Welcome, welcome,” said Basil as the applause
>dwindled and the audience returned to their seats.
>“Welcome to Basil’s Stupendous Talkshow!”
>
>There was another round of applause, along with some
>foot-stamping and whistling.
>
>“Tonight we have a pair of warriors fight the rumors
>concernin’ their unresolved ‘Are They, or Aren’t
>They?’ status! Will they be able to convince you
>shipping rotters to leave them be? Or will they
>finally profess their undying, star-crossed love to
>one another on this very esteemable show? Well, let’s
>get to it—this show’s only a minisode, wot!”
>
>A spotlight moved over to the opposite side of the
>stage from Basil.
>
>“Ladies and Gennelbeasts! May I introduce… Mariel and
>Dandin!”
>
>The two warrior mice walked onstage into the light,
>squinting at the brightness, but smiling at the loud
>applause they were receiving. Basil stood up and
>warmly shook their paws, then directed each of them to
>the armchairs. Once everybeast was settled and
>quieted, Basil began to speak.
>
>“Well, it’s good to see y’both, Mariel ‘n’ Dandin.
>Would y’mind tellin’ everybeast why you’re here?”
>
>“Well, Basil,” said Mariel, smoothing part of her
>tunic, “Dandin and I have been plagued by disturbing
>rumors for quite some time now. We talked it over, and
>decided it was best to settle things publicly, on your
>show.”
>
>“Thank you for your vote of confidence in me,” said
>Basil, “But what are these rumors that are plaguing
>you, pray tell?”
>
>Everybeast in the room looked at Mariel and Dandin.
>Uncomfortable with the staring, Mariel ended up
>stumbling through her response.
>
>“Well, you see,” said Mariel, glancing over at Dandin.
> “A good deal of fans—as well as actual
>characters—seem to be under the impression… Under the
>impression that… That Dandin and I are in some sort of
>romantic relationship!” The last part burst out rather
>forcefully, and Mariel blushed a deep red color.
>
>Many of the audience tittered, and a few of the more
>raucous foebeasts hooted. Somebeast wolf-whistled near
>the front of the stage. Dandin shot him a glare that
>could freeze fire, but was quite shocked to find that
>the whistler was none other than Abbot Saxtus,
>mischievously grinning at his friends.
>
>“Settle down, settle down,” Basil told the audience.
>“Now then, you two, what would you like to do about
>these, ah, rumors?”
>
>“Well, we’d like them to stop, for starters,” said
>Dandin, scowling at Saxtus. “I think that an
>implication of something so highly personal should be
>none of anybeast else’s business to gossip about.”
>
>When Basil raised an eyebrow at this, Mariel hurriedly
>added, “What Dandin means to say is that we’re really
>good friends and we’d like to keep the number of
>awkward conversations like these to a minimum, and
>we’d really prefer that the rumors stop before we’re
>forced to take drastic actions.” To emphasize this
>point, she placed her Gullwhacker on her lap and gave
>a meaningful look at the audience.
>
>Basil coughed to alleviate some of the tension. “Well,
>I think y’two have made your point, so we’ll try to
>keep that gull—I mean, goal, in mind from now on.
>Thanks for your time on the talk show, and off you go
>now, but feel free to come back if y’ever want to!”
>
>The harolina theme played again as Mariel and Dandin
>waved goodbye and began to walk off the stage. The
>audience politely applauded, for the most part, but a
>few fan-made characters in the crowd still
>wolf-whistled, nearly causing Mariel to turn on them
>right then and there. Luckily, Dandin managed to drag
>her offstage before this could happen, and the
>endangered characters were safe.
>
>For now.
>
>Basil stood up and said, “That’s the show, folks! I
>told you it wouldn’t be long, wot! Good night,
>everyone—I’ll see you back here next time… On Basil’s
>Stupendous Talkshow!”
>
>The harolina and drums blared out again and the lights
>began to flash and spin. The audience stood up to
>leave, applaud, or get rid of the vertigo caused by
>the lights. Basil gave a final bow and walked
>offstage.
>
>After all, there was another show to be planned.
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