foolishwren | 044. [Video/Action for Goldenrod]

_{[Like so many transmissions today, this one opens up with the camera aimed straight up at the velvety-gray sky, with dry little flakes of snow drifting down. It also cuts in about halfway through a sentence--]}

--ime to get some winter gear... Hey, network. Please enjoy five minutes of my dog being a spaz.

_{[It swivels down to focus on the plaza-- looks like Heather's walking back to the hotel from work and is finally getting a chance to enjoy the flurries (though she's c-c-c-cold. The whole sleeveless routine won't work for too much longer...). The flagstones are dusted with snow, and-- ... as promised, Cujo is being a spaz.]}

[The orange-colored pup is lying on his side in the snow and just sort of... wriggling in place, snorfling around in the MAGICAL WHITE STUFF THAT IS FALLING FROM THE SKY. After a few seconds or two he suddenly surges upright, butt in the air and ears standing straight up. He stares, glassy-eyed, at the camera for a few seconds, and then lets out an explosive snort and goes tearing off in a random direction.]

['Zilla the toddler Totodile appears on the screen then, slipping and sliding after him through the snow at a laughably slower pace-- changing direction a few times as Cujo goes rocketing past in the opposite direction. Eventually he gives up and comes waddling back to Heather with a frustrated gargle. She laughs.]

Maybe when you get longer legs, buddy-- hey, let's see how Arty likes the snow. Ya like the snow, Arty?

_{[The camera turns and shows... well, this.]}

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.....

.... I think she likes it.

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ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.

If I win, you have to dance everywhere for a whole day. No walking. Just dancing. Deal?

Deal!

[and then he's sticking his hand out across the table for that handshake. bet's on!]

_{[FIRM HANDSHAKE.]

[READ SET GO]}

[WILL HE WIN? SORA'S A PRETTY SMALL DUDER, AND THAT'S A PRETTY BIG BOWL OF SPAGHETTI-- AT THE SAME TIME, SORA'S APPETITE SEEMS PRETTY INSATIABLE.]

[THIS IS AN INTENSE BATTLE.]

_{[WILL HE? WILL HE?]

[THAT BOWL OF SPAGHETTI IS A DAUNTING FOE.]

[THE CROWD IS GOING WILD.]}

[UH OH, IT'S NEARING THE END OF THIS EPISODE OF KEYKID VS. FOOD, AND KEYKID IS STARTING TO SLOW DOWN. HANG IN THERE SORA, THERE'S A POLIWAG AT STAKE HERE.]

[LET HIM JUST PAUSE TO HAVE A DRINK OF WATER.]

_{[Heather has been, nicely and calmly, working away at her OWN plate of spaghetti-- she pauses to smirk at the BRAVE FIGHTER, propping her chin on her fist.]}

Gettin' tired?

No way! I've got this in the bag.

[even if he's just stirring the spaghetti around with his fork and not actually taking any bites. even the best gorgers have to take a few breaks!]

_{[BIG OL' GRIN.]}

Taaaake your time.

_{[SECRETLY she'd be happy for him to win. That Poliwag hardly ever leaves its Pokeball and she feels kinda bad for it. ... Though it would be pretty funny to see Sora dance everywhere for a whole day, though.]}

[oh, so Sora would be able to get his finny fun (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJuAoVao3Fs) on early! (... apologies for that, by the way).]

[after a few minutes of staring blankly at his spaghetti, he seems to get a second wind and digs back in. GO GO GO SORA--]

_{[.... w-what is that. WHAT IS THAT.]

[Heather, meanwhile, just settles back with her glass of water, watching. AND SMIRKING. CAN YOU WIN, SORA? -CAN YOU-???]}

[IT'S FINNY FUN, OF COURSE-- though it's more entertaining to see Sora go surfing on a honeypot, to be honest.]

[Sora's... HE'S GOING THE DISTANCE? he'll pack all the spaghetti away with a pained effort, but can he keep it down? let's wait and find out.]

_{[FINNY FUN WILL HAUNT MY NIGHTMARES FOREVER.]

[Heather watches with amusement but increasing concern. Because oh boy does she remember doing stuff like that when she was younger.]}

... You knoooow... that's probably good enough.

[EVEN MORESO THAN THE MIRRORS--]

[Sora... just kind of sits there and looks a little bit unsure for a few minutes... one could cut the silence in the air. like a cheesecake oh god don't mention dessert or Sora might lose it.]

[... ... ...]

[but then Sora grins and gives Heather a thumbs up.] Nothin' to it!

_{[YES. EVEN MORE.]

[And not to worry, Sora. Heather knows better than to suggest dessert.]}

All right, you win.

The Poliwag's yours.

[I'm not sure if Sora should be offended that his singing's scarier than than Silent Hill monsters. ... he probably wouldn't be.]

Really? You don't mind?

'Course not! You can probably use him better than me, anyway. Little guy doesn't ... get along great with the rest of my team.

_{[Especially now that Godzilla was mobile enough to be chasing things around...]}

Okay! Thanks, Heather! Does he have a name?

Well... I've been calling him Nubs, but that's not... a particularly flattering name.

You can call him something different if y'want.

Mmm...

[think think think...]

It's a toss-up between Hardcore or Douglas. [because he wants his new little Poliwag friend to remind him of the person he got him from.]

... Douglas?

_{[... BRB LOLING. Call him that, Sora.]}

... All right! I'm naming him Douglas.

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