[ Now, the thing about being a small family guardian dragon is that he needs buddies on his side. Allies, in case something goes terribly wrong. He doesn't recognize Jack from Bob on this list of network contacts but one name does catch his eye. Quickly, he has Crickee type out a message on the phone. ]
HELLO MY NAME IS MUSHU IS BATMAN REALLY YOUR NAME CAN YOU FLY ?
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[ There's a momentary pause, and then the sudden sound of someone talking. It looks like someone accidentally switched on voice. ]
—don't make me sound like some kinda grandma's boy! We gotta sound tough or ain't no one here gonna take us seriously! We don't even got the cow here, and I don't know about you but if I gotta walk one more mile here my claws are gonna fall off.
[ Mushu's lists of protests will continue until Clark replies somehow. ]
There's a prolonged stretch of silence, as if the Eddie Murphy sound-alike is carefully deciding how best to proceed. (He is.) ]
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah, I can fly, I can fly better than any bird you've ever seen, I'm just storin' up my energy until we really need it. Y'know, in case of emergency and all that.
[ There's some unintelligible chirping following that statement, which is quickly silenced. ]
I can see through walls and clothes too. And change my size. I just choose not to show off all my powers. Don't wanna scare everybody.
[ i slowly watch as his number ticks up for telling all these lies ]
Well, I'll try to work past my terror. [ Despite the sarcasm, his voice is still warm. ] You're both new, right? [ He's including the cricket. ] You wanted to make some friends?
You always go around invitin' yourself to people's inner circles soon as you meet 'em?
[ But lest this guy think that this is a rejection of his offer, Mushu adds quickly: ]
But consider yourself lucky, 'cause I'm in a gracious mood today and willing to bestow the great gift of my friendship on your humble self. [ Uh huh......... ] Betcha don't meet very many dragons in your life, amirite?
Not many, no. I'm sure you already know this, but a great way to find friends and really impress people is to help them with your awe-inspiring powers.
Uh... actually, I do. [ Clark admitting he needs help, the only thing rarer than a dragon sighting. ] I'm a little lost in one of the cars and I can't really see much beyond my phone. Don't suppose you breathe fire on top of everything else? I could really use a light.
[ Oh thank everything. His voice perks up considerably. ]
You bet I can breathe fire. I can light up the whole car with just one puff. You hang onto your butt, I'll be right there before you can ask for another order of pan-fried noodles!
[ Back to his phone he goes! Ring ring, please pick up, Clark. ]
So, uh, looks like I'm havin' a little trouble getting the ol' one-two to work. Guess I didn't eat enough lunch or somethin'. Anyway, why dont'chu holler real loud, that way I can find you?
[ He's absolutely positive that his ears aren't broken, at the very least. ]
Edited (how could i mess up my html like this) 2021-10-26 01:33 (UTC)
[ Just as Mushu finishes his sentence, there's a rush of wind and Clark is just there, the light from his phone illuminating his face from beneath.
In his other hand, he's holding an unlit torch - the only other thing he's managed to find.
He ends the call and crouches down, the light from his phone providing just enough illumination to see Mushu. He's definitely a small dragon, and it explains a lot about the rest of him, but he was still kind enough to come and help at Clark's request. ]
Hey, thanks for coming to my rescue. [ Clark smiles, all sunshine and puppies. ] I was hoping the whole... fire issue was just me, but I guess not, huh?
[ Despite all his claims to be all powerful and all courageous, Mushu's heart is about as delicate as his noodle body.
Which is to say he shrieks loudly at Clark's sudden appearance from nowhere, drops his phone onto the ground, and clutches his chest as if his heart is going to give out on him any second now. ]
Give a man a little warning, will ya? Some of us got to pay attention to our health, ya know?
Now that he's lost ten years off his life, it's time to actually tackle the problem at hand. ]
You mean you can't breathe fire either? [ He's going with that assumption for now. ] Man, what kinda creepy room is this? Next you're gonna tell me we gonna have to crabwalk around each other ten times to turn the lights back on.
Sorry. [ Clark smiles again, a little more sheepish. ]
Uh, sort of. I shoot lasers out of my eyes - not that it's done a lot of good for this. [ He gestures at the torch, which has stubbornly refused to light since he found it. He continues in the same serious tone: ] We'll have to crabwalk around each other eleven times, actually. Then there's a musical number, and - how do you feel about pandas?
There is a lot to unpack here. A whole roller coaster of unlocked potential and extreme emotion, most of which plays out on his face: starting with shock, and then spiraling into envy, doubt, and then finally disbelief.
Because really? Really, man? ]
Crabwalk around each other eleven times, huh. [ Yeah, okay, sure. ] I do like pandas though, they're lazy but if you bribe 'em enough, you can make 'em do anything you need 'em to.
[ But anyway. Mushu slaps whatever appendage is closest (Clark's leg??) before moving on. ]
Enough of that though, smart guy. What's the real solution to gettin' outta here?
[ Clark briefly wonders what he would need to bribe a panda into doing, but decides very quickly that he's alright with not knowing the answer to that question.
He's clearly pleased with his own stupid joke, but he does sober up when Mushu gets down to business. ]
It says bring the light to the cauldron. If there's a cauldron around here somewhere, I haven't found it. Do you have any ideas?
[ He may not be very wise for his years (and he has many of them) but he's been around the block enough to know that whenever there's some inscrutable puzzle or mysterious riddle to be solved, the answer somehow always involves teamwork.
Or maybe that's just his Disney soul flaring to life. Either way. ]
Bet we gotta do something together though. [ But hmm hmmmmm what? ] Maybe we both gotta hold that torch and walk with it?
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HELLO
MY NAME IS MUSHU
IS BATMAN REALLY YOUR NAME
CAN YOU FLY
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NO I CAN ALSO FLY
[ He cannot. ]
I'M JUST TAKING INVENTORY
IS THIS FRIEND OF YOURS HERE
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I AM NEW HERE
IT WOULD BE GREATLY APPREC
[ There's a momentary pause, and then the sudden sound of someone talking. It looks like someone accidentally switched on voice. ]
—don't make me sound like some kinda grandma's boy! We gotta sound tough or ain't no one here gonna take us seriously! We don't even got the cow here, and I don't know about you but if I gotta walk one more mile here my claws are gonna fall off.
[ Mushu's lists of protests will continue until Clark replies somehow. ]
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Voice: ]
Didn't you say you could fly? [ He sounds amused. ]
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There's a prolonged stretch of silence, as if the Eddie Murphy sound-alike is carefully deciding how best to proceed. (He is.) ]
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah, I can fly, I can fly better than any bird you've ever seen, I'm just storin' up my energy until we really need it. Y'know, in case of emergency and all that.
[ There's some unintelligible chirping following that statement, which is quickly silenced. ]
I can see through walls and clothes too. And change my size. I just choose not to show off all my powers. Don't wanna scare everybody.
[ i slowly watch as his number ticks up for telling all these lies ]
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You always go around invitin' yourself to people's inner circles soon as you meet 'em?
[ But lest this guy think that this is a rejection of his offer, Mushu adds quickly: ]
But consider yourself lucky, 'cause I'm in a gracious mood today and willing to bestow the great gift of my friendship on your humble self. [ Uh huh......... ] Betcha don't meet very many dragons in your life, amirite?
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Not many, no. I'm sure you already know this, but a great way to find friends and really impress people is to help them with your awe-inspiring powers.
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[ His arsenal of awe-inspiring powers is a little low at the moment but he'll make do. ]
Yeah, I guess you right. Don't suppose you need any help with anything, do you?
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You bet I can breathe fire. I can light up the whole car with just one puff. You hang onto your butt, I'll be right there before you can ask for another order of pan-fried noodles!
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.........another 10 minutes to realize he can't actually do shit.............
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So, uh, looks like I'm havin' a little trouble getting the ol' one-two to work. Guess I didn't eat enough lunch or somethin'. Anyway, why dont'chu holler real loud, that way I can find you?
[ He's absolutely positive that his ears aren't broken, at the very least. ]
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In his other hand, he's holding an unlit torch - the only other thing he's managed to find.
He ends the call and crouches down, the light from his phone providing just enough illumination to see Mushu. He's definitely a small dragon, and it explains a lot about the rest of him, but he was still kind enough to come and help at Clark's request. ]
Hey, thanks for coming to my rescue. [ Clark smiles, all sunshine and puppies. ] I was hoping the whole... fire issue was just me, but I guess not, huh?
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2/3 jk
Which is to say he shrieks loudly at Clark's sudden appearance from nowhere, drops his phone onto the ground, and clutches his chest as if his heart is going to give out on him any second now. ]
Give a man a little warning, will ya? Some of us got to pay attention to our health, ya know?
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Now that he's lost ten years off his life, it's time to actually tackle the problem at hand. ]
You mean you can't breathe fire either? [ He's going with that assumption for now. ] Man, what kinda creepy room is this? Next you're gonna tell me we gonna have to crabwalk around each other ten times to turn the lights back on.
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Uh, sort of. I shoot lasers out of my eyes - not that it's done a lot of good for this. [ He gestures at the torch, which has stubbornly refused to light since he found it. He continues in the same serious tone: ] We'll have to crabwalk around each other eleven times, actually. Then there's a musical number, and - how do you feel about pandas?
why is clark like this
There is a lot to unpack here. A whole roller coaster of unlocked potential and extreme emotion, most of which plays out on his face: starting with shock, and then spiraling into envy, doubt, and then finally disbelief.
Because really? Really, man? ]
Crabwalk around each other eleven times, huh. [ Yeah, okay, sure. ] I do like pandas though, they're lazy but if you bribe 'em enough, you can make 'em do anything you need 'em to.
[ But anyway. Mushu slaps whatever appendage is closest (Clark's leg??) before moving on. ]
Enough of that though, smart guy. What's the real solution to gettin' outta here?
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He's clearly pleased with his own stupid joke, but he does sober up when Mushu gets down to business. ]
It says bring the light to the cauldron. If there's a cauldron around here somewhere, I haven't found it. Do you have any ideas?
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[ He may not be very wise for his years (and he has many of them) but he's been around the block enough to know that whenever there's some inscrutable puzzle or mysterious riddle to be solved, the answer somehow always involves teamwork.
Or maybe that's just his Disney soul flaring to life. Either way. ]
Bet we gotta do something together though. [ But hmm hmmmmm what? ] Maybe we both gotta hold that torch and walk with it?