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Date Posted: 08:57:03 07/09/09 Thu
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Thrush Widerudder
's message, "Rush" on 10:54:33 07/07/09 Tue
Camera opens on the same scene as last episode, with only minor differences.
The overstuffed couches are now blueberry scones, there is a big ...thing, covered in a cloth, and there are 2 bodyguards
with dark sunglasses stationed at either end of the the set. On one blueberry
scone sits Thrush, and on the other, 10 or so dibbuns, all stuffing their faces
Thrush: Welcome to Rush, the talk show that interviews Redwall Heroes!
I'm Thrush Widerudder, and today we're going to interview Martin the Warrior.
She glares at her fellow dibbuns.
Thrush: And these pests are NOT MTW. And we're ALL wondering what they're doing here.
Random Molebabe : Hurr, we'ms on'y doin' wot Lor' Bock'twee tol' us'ns to do.
Thrush: And wot is that, pray?
Molebabe : Well, o' coarse, cleverpaws, we'ms eatin' ee gurt sconer.
Thrush : OUT! Out, or I'll set the fanny girls on you!
Dibbuns : Aaah! Fannygirls! Save us'ns!
(they stampede off the set.)
Thrush: Well, now that that's over with, I will explain what this ...thing is.
It's actually (pulls cloth off of the ...thing) A time machine! this state-of-the-art machine, developed in the DAB laboratories , can take something or somebeast to any time at all. I will use it to go to the time of MTW's dibbunhood, take him back here and interview him.
The time machine appears to be a big heap of worn-out bathtubs, with multicolored buttons glued to the side. Written on the side in clumsy letters is the dubious label: Tme Mashene.
She enters the newly dubbed 'tme mashene' and closes the door. A whirring sound starts up ,then the time machine disapears in a poof of smoke.
5 minutes later there is another poof of smoke and the tme mashene reappears. the door opens and out stagger Thrush And a scruffy little mouse,
emaciated and dressed in rags.
Thrush: This is Martin the Warrior, Marty for short. Marty, say hi to your adoring fans.
MTW: Adoring fans? What did I do?
Thrush: I can't tell you that, it would be against Time Traveler's Law, section 3 , subsection 27, paragraph 9. " You must never tell anybeast from the past their future actions." Sorry, Marty.
Marty: Oh, uhh, that's okay. (stomache rumbles)
Thrush; Martin, just sit down on on of the couches, and answer my questions.
MTW:Okay.
Thrush:So, Marty, how do you feel about your dibbunhood?
Marty: It was, uhh okay.(sniffs air) Do you smell blueberry scone?
(shakes himself)
Anyway, it was kinda horrible, you know? being a slave sucks.
Thrush: Agreed, Martin. Mam told me all about that stuff. She was an otterslave on Green Isle, you know.
Martin the Warrior:Cool! (sniffs couch) Something really does smell like blueberry scone... Aha! It's the couch. I'm so HUNGRY... Can't..resist...the...scone!
(dives headfirst into scone)
Thrush: Martin? if you stop eating that I'll get you some real food. Something that 10 dibbuns haven't already sat on, maybe?
Marty: mmpphh! scronch! So good! chomp, chomp, mmpppphhhh!
Thrush: Martin! MARTIN! MAAARTIIIIN! (sighs)
Martin: gompff, scrunch , mmmmm! So ,so good!
Thrush: (rolls eyes) Boys, such simple minds..
MTW: sromph, munch, crunchhhhh!
Thrush: See? I told you!
Martin: Hey! Mmph, chomp, chomp. Grr!
Thrush: No offense, Martin. Just stating the facts.
Martin: girls! ( rolls eyes) so wishy-washy...
Thrush : Oh yeah? ( loads bow )
Marty: Yeah! (draws sword)
Narrator: Stop arguing! Miss Thrush, Master Martin, I'm surprised at you!
Missy, end the show, right now! I'm telling both of your parents
about this!
Thrush: don't call me missy! It sounds so patronizing!
Martin: I'm an orphan! I don't have parents, remember?
Narrator: Just do it! RIGHT NOW!
Thrush: (grumbles) Thank's fer watchin' Rush.mumble, mumble.
Narrator: Thrush!( pulls on her ear)
Thrush: Ow ow ow ow! Leggo!
Narrator: Then be polite and STOP MUMBLING!
Thrush: Ow! Err, this has been Thrush Widerudder, thank's for watching Rush.
(scowls) Grrrrrrrrrrr!
The narrator walks both Thrush and Martin of the set, dragging them by their ears.
Camera closes.
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