01x08 - A Snoodles Tale

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and now a snoodles tail

far far away in the land of galutes

where the bigglebag trees bear their big

old bag fruits and far Lily bushes all

blossom in yellow and finbottle plants

squirt snooberry jello

here are the mountains of Rocky Magoo

rise high or The Meadows of Gilda Manju

where sunsets are painted with purple

and blue you'll find a small town not

much bigger than you

welcome to schnoodleburg home of the

snoodles a curious folk we eat pancakes

with noodles and spend half their days

making sketches and doodles and cutting

their hair into shapes like French

poodles

now right in the heart of this curious

town is a curious Building the tallest

around with a clock at its top and a

sh**t at its bottom tis pink in the

spring and turns red in the autumn

but weirder by far than its color or

height is what happens there every

fourth Tuesday night as strange as it

seems it has been demonstrated that

snoodles aren't born but rather created

every fourth Tuesday at quarter past

nine the tower will shimmy and Rattle

and whine and as the town nibbles on

fruit a shiny young Schnoodle will drop

from the chute

that's where they come from though no

one knows why nor who could have built

the Great Tower so high these mysteries

of Life befuddle most noodles who'd much

rather focus on pancakes and noodles and

cutting their hair into shapes like

French poodles yes most found the tower

too noisy and strange until one small

Schnoodle made all of that change

this little Snoodle was much like the

others he came without siblings no

sisters or brothers he came without

money a mom or a dad the pack on his

He Came Without Money

back was all that he had

this is peculiar the little guy said I

came from a sh**t and I fell on my head

what do I look like what am I for he

pondered those questions and then

thought of more checking my bag is a

good place to start he pulled out some

paints maybe I'm good at Art the next

thing he found was A Snoodle kazoo hey

what do you know I can make music too

then back on his pack he pulled a small

string and out from the sides popped two

little wings amazing he said with a

gleam in his eye

can I wait till the others see all the

great things I can do with my paints my

kazoo and my wings

so we packed up his paints and his

Schnoodle kazoo and he hopped off to

show them all of what he could do

The Old Snoodle

there from the top of a short stubby

wall of the noodles hurt small

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snow he straightened his wings with a

gleam in his eye then he jumped and he

flapped like the red snootered finches

that fly from the planes to the peak of

Mount ginches his flight unlike theirs

covered only 12 inches

the old Schnoodle snorted he snickered

he shook I'll paint you a picture to

show how you looked the brush Strokes

were skillful the colors were coolish

the story they told made the young one

feel foolish take it from us said A

Snoodle named Lou flying just isn't what

you're meant to do the young Schnoodle

drooped he felt his heart sag the

painting the old Snoodle placed in his

bag carry this with you the old Snoodle

said so visions of flying don't go to

your head

the weight on his back was as heavy as

lead

so under the weights of the picture he

bore he hobbled along feeling lonely and

sore

till up far ahead on a bench near the

tower he spied a bright bundle of far

lily flowers

heart started lifting

then he remembered I've got more than

wings

so quickly he dug the paints out of his

pack and hoped that with art maybe he'd

have The Knack

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he yelled to the snoodles in town then

held up his picture as they gathered

round you did it all right said the

snoodles replying you showed you're no

better at painting than flying then one

of them laughed and while eating a

waffle painted a picture that made him

feel awful

you're puny you're silly you're not all

that smart you can't use your wings and

you're no good in art that picture too

was placed in his pack and made his

heart slump just as low as his back

foreign

foolish and so very small I don't think

I should be with noodles at all

and so we decided to get out of town his

wings hung so low that they dragged on

the ground

The New Snoodle

he walked past the tower and out of the

city

he walked through the fields and thought

my

it's pretty the far Lily bushes all

blooming in yellow and thin little

plants squirting snooberry Jello I might

like it here said the small sleeper

fella

then feeling some warmth coming back to

his chest he thought he would sit for a

moment and rest

but try as he might to sit down with

Grace the weight on his back knocked him

flat on his face

that's a who said a voice from behind a

farmer stood up with a thin bottle Vine

wow you need a picture my Snoodle Burger

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and so in an instant the picture was

done and placed in his backpack which

now weighed a ton

the poor Schnoodle struggled he wobbled

he groaned he stood to his feet and he

said with a moan is there anywhere I can

be truly alone

just ran overhead flew two red snootered

finches winging their way toward the

peak of Mount ginches

I see said the Snoodle then that's what

I'll do the home for those finches will

be in my home too

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The Small Snoodle

painfully struggling under his Peck the

small Snoodle inched up the big

Mountain's back

he crawled over Boulders in rain and in

lightning he trudged on and on though

the journey was frightening

till finally on Sunday at quarter past

two he spied all the meadows of Gilda

Manju and realized he was on top of

Mount

alone with the Wind

thoughts and finches

he thought of the snoodles

he thought of the Tower

he thought of the Bell that would chime

on the hour he thought of his pack and

his very long walk he thought it so

loudly he heard His Thoughts talk

hello said his thoughts you've made

quite a climb

he remarked doesn't

doesn't like mine

then he turned and he noticed he wasn't

alone for a man stood behind near a cave

in the Stone

he looked like A Snoodle though quite a

bit bigger maybe a giant the small

Schnoodle figured I'm going the Snoodle

boy said with a huff and don't paint a

picture I've got quite enough

but first come inside the man said have

some tea I'm so very pleased that you're

visiting me the Snoodle boy stopped

though he'd only gone inches and stared

at the stranger he'd found on Mount

ginches he didn't seem angry in fact he

looked kind

the poor little boy was confused are you

blind I'm puny I'm silly I'm not all

that smart I can't use my wings and I'm

no good at art

stranger leaned down with a pain in his

heart

who told you these things he asked how

do you know these pictures I have in my

pack tell me so the small Snoodle

sniffled and started to go

first if you please let me look at this

art that makes your pack heavy and

weighs down your heart

then picture by picture he unpacked the

bag that bent the poor Snoodle and made

his wings sag

The Portrait

dear boy said the man these looked

nothing like you then into the fire the

pictures he threw he rose from his chair

saying wait there we'll see that what

you need most is a picture for me

the Schnoodle sat patiently sipping his

teeth

then from a room in the back he returned

and said dear little Snoodle it's time

that you learned what you really

really and even grew off the sheet and

what the boy saw formed him right to his

feet

the boy in The Portrait looked older and

strong with wings on his back that were

sturdy and long and a look in his eye

both courageous and free

turn

the boy are you saying that's me

I like to believe it but sir I'm afraid

to but I know who you are the man said

for I made you

I Made You

I built the Tower and set it in motion I

planted the meadow put fish in the ocean

and I feed the finches though most

noodles doubt it not one of them Falls

that I don't know about it I've seen you

fall down in the mud in the goo I've

seen all you've done and all you will do

I gave you your pack and your paints and

your wings I chose them for you they're

your special things

noodle kazoo so you can sing about

colors in Autumn or flowers and spring

I gave you your brushes and hopes that

you'd see how using them you could make

pictures for me most of the snoodles the

old one said sadly just use their paints

to make others feel badly

the young Snoodle pondered the things

he'd been told then wondering something

grew suddenly bold but sure if you made

this incredible land can't you make

snoodles obey your command

the big one smiled warmly then said to

the small a gift that's demanded is no

gift at all

with that the small Schnoodle reached

into his pack and pulled out the picture

he'd made 10 miles back they're far Lily

sir from over the bridge the old one

beamed bright and said that's for my

How Can I Fly

fridge

after the small snoodles picture was

hung the old one bent down to the face

of the young he said here's what you

look like here's how I see you keep this

in your pack and you'll find it will

free you from all of the pictures and

all of the lies that others made up just

to cut down your size

and lastly your wings you know it

therefore but not just a fly Sun

I want you to soar

but sir said the Snoodle how can I fly

this picture's so big I won't get very

high but this picture is special it's

bigger it's brighter carry it close and

I think you'll feel lighter

as soon as he heard it the snooter

looked down and noticed that he was an

inch off the ground he laughed and he

leaped and he flew from the cave feeling

now older and stronger and brave and he

flew through the clouds and he flew with

the finches he soared up and down from

the peak of Mount hitches he flew over

farmly bushes in yellow and thin muddle

plants squirting snowberry Jello he flew

over Biggle bag trees and their fruits

in big lazy Loops or the land of galluse

then hurried back home to the center of

I Like Your Car

town where the snoodles all stood with

their wings on the ground and starting

precisely at quarter past two he told

them the story that I just told you

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thank you

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foreign

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oh your suspension it suspends me over

Heights I've never known and your roll

bar is to die for by the way

you already said that did I yeah

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snow you know a really really deep snow

and if everyone was stuck but us

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I like your car I like yours too

Periwinkle it's baby blue how's it

handled like a dream how about

and then ice cream

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universe

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again

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it

I like your car I like yours too is it a

Jeep

it's my sport utilities

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Trouble Prune

if one girl listens then one dare Hears

A Tail terrals your secret fears tearing

up for the end draws Nigh I'm Dr

and Mr sly foreign

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thank you

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um

your team Mr butter bun they'll be no

tea today poor that was trouble prune

um there's no trouble Brewing sir I just

heated up some water in it

it's that creature in the L.A

there is something wrong with his

appearance something just pleasing

something down right detestable well I

watched him dance last night he looks a

little weird but he's got great moves

that's where your wrong pool don't let

his fancy footwork fool you

ah and watch this the monster is afoot

in Dr jiggle's House

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Mr Sly

what

oh Mr butter bun Dr jiggle thank

goodness you're all right well yeah

we've come to warn you

you must mean Mr sly

Mr sly oh yeah man can that guy dance or

what yeah didn't I tell you that little

thing he does with his hips he's got to

be the best dancer in the whole world

what You're In Cahoots with a creature

well yeah I mean you gotta like a guy

who can dance like that right

well I suppose I know I could never

dance like that I mean just look at me

I'm too jiggly

ever since I was a little boy in widely

tailored hats my only aspiration was to

be Accord who danced but for what it's

worth my portly girth only served to

make folks giggle for the more I move

the more I proved all I could do was

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jiggle

I want to dance

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sure

I want to dance

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what was I saying must be rising me

joints are like a loop yep I think Mr

Sly is great the on account of his

non-jiggly wonderful dancing at all you

guys would really like him I know you

would look doctor jiggle maybe I've been

a bit harsh about this Mr Sly friend of

yours perhaps I owe him an apology

would your mind introducing us

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no I'm afraid that's not possible you

see he's he's real busy but now if you

excuse me gentlemen I have work to do

stuff bye

Dr Jiggle

bye good night

poor doctor something tells me

he's in trouble and I suspect it's no

small fault of that new friend of his

I'm going to get to the bottom of this

if he be Mr Sly I shall be Mr sneak

huh

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what the feet

what

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it's him do you have it yeah I got it

good now I remember you give Mr Sly the

invitation before he starts dancing once

he finishes we'll go back to my house

and have a nice talk over to you then

we'll see what he's got up his sleeve

got it

okay go

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thank you

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oh never mind

ah what time is it it's 11 58. Mr Sly

will be out at any minute look pool this

may be the last chance we get nobody's

seen or heard from Dr jiggle in two days

no more Mumsy p*nsy pleasantries when

Sly comes out we NAB him pure and simple

got it

huh

oh good evening gentlemen I trust your

well doctor

I have been feeling a little Rosy lately

look doctor why don't you join us we're

about to watch your friend dance it'll

do you good to get outside and whip up

your circulation well I am

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thank you

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all right you flashy fiend what have you

done with the doctor

I said what have you done with Dr jiggle

all right

those eyes I know those eyes

something so familiar

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could it be

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Dr jiggle why

I've been taking dance lessons all I

ever wanted to do was dance but I was

afraid people would laugh at me

for being so jiggly so you dressed up

like that kooky creature so people

wouldn't laugh at you and so people

would like me you gotta like a guy who

can dance and not jiggle right

but man did that costume hurt I think I

bruised my spleen Dr jiggle we've always

liked you jiggle and all really you can

bet your wacky wig and I think it's

great you've been taking dancing lessons

but you don't need that silly spleen

bruising get up to dance you're special

just the way God Made You really say

that little move you do with your hips

you mind showing a rusty old carrot how

it's done I love that move I've always

loved that move but I can't do that

knocked out a

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oh why not great

I can do it

you see Dr jiggle when you know God made

you special it doesn't matter what

anyone else thinks you can just be

yourself

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I want

to go

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inside my shame

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