A Very Wonderful Show!!!!, The Park, Near the Duck Pond, Mid-Afternoon

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"TIE A YELLOW RIBBON! ROUND THE OLD! OAK! TREE!"

It was definitely the most wonderful, musical, fantabulistical musical performance ever in the history of Fandom ever, as two clearly insane people beautiful sisters stood up on a park bench their stage and serenaded the throngs of admirers.

"SING YOU PRICKS!" Jerry screamed, holding his microphone out to one of the flamingos.

The flamingo smelled the microphone and tentatively tried to bite it.

"JERRY! Our opening act, Jerry!" Jerry applauded the wonderful mouth-eating flamingo!

"Our opening act is late!" Jerry announced. "We must stall for time! I will do gymnastics while you report the weather!"

And so now one cl sister was attempting to do handstands, on the park bench, while the other informed the interested ducks that it was hailing peanut butter nickels in Tokyo.

"THE HUMANITY!" one Jerry screamed.

(Okay, if you don't know the Jerries? They're crazy as shit and they are not taking the meds. That's it. That's the entire explanation. SO VERY OPEN.)

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Hannibal was on a somewhat truncated run this afternoon, just a bit of exercise before he finished up a few things at home. He cut through the park and saw the...

Well.

He squinted at the blond(e). "Price?"

No, never mind. Oh, Fandom.

He ran on. Fast.

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Cosima had managed to finagle an ounce of decent weed from one of the people in town for the reunion, so she was very pleasantly baked when she made it to the park.

This made her the perfect audience for the Jerries, once she'd spotted them. She thought everything they did was hysterical. The only problem was the weather report.

"I wish it would rain peanut butter something here," she announced. "Or Doritos something. I'm hungry."

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"Jerry!" One Jerry screamed. "Look! It is our sister, Bernettaguard!"

Jerry stopped mid-handstand (thus falling onto the grass).

"Stay away, Bernettaguard!" Jerry warned. "We have oatmeal shoes and we aren't afraid to use them!"

"I'm not afraid! I'm not afraid!" the other Jerry insisted. "Your shoes can't hurt me! I'm a Pisces, you prick!"

"Yes, we are both Pisces," announced Jerry. "Our rage is unstoppable!"

(HOLY SHIT I completely missed replying to this. WTF! SORRY! Still want to have some Jerry-fun?)

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Cosima thought that was hysterical, of course.

"Dude," she said, once she'd recovered. "I'm a Pisces too. March 9. Not sure about the unstoppable rage."

[OOC: No worries, SP is always fine!]

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"March!" One Jerry said. "MARCH! You can't be a March, Bernettalyn!"

"No!" cried the other. He had pulled himself from the grass and was now hurling his midsection against the back of the bench, not unlike those demonstrations on how to give yourself the Heimlich manuever. "No! You weren't there in March, Vernettalyn!"

"No, no, I told Father we wouldn't go, and I won't!"

"It can't rain the peanut butter tuna if you aren't in your costume!"

"She stole it! Vernabelle stole it!"

Jerry straightened up from the self-Heimliching. "You will return it at once, please," he said, in a far more sane-sounding voice. Still crazy, just calmer. "You see we have a show, and if our frocks don't match, we'll be fired."

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"I didn't --" Cosima was starting to breathe faster. "I didn't steal anything, I promise. See?"

She stood and turned around slowly, as if to prove her point.

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"Jerry!" One Jerry was now staring at Cosima as if he had just seen her for the first time. "Jerry! It is our piano player!"

"Yes!" The other Jerry hopped down from his long-interrupted weather report. "Yes, she is a lovely piano! She will be perfect for our act!"

"She will sing with us!"

"She will be our lampshade!"

"Jerry! Our lampshades! We left them with the donkeys!"

"The donkeys drowned," Jerry informed Cosima, solemnly.

(Actually, the donkeys had washed up on the Virginia coastline three days later, completely unharmed if a little waterlogged.)