Punchy Family, the aurtoon is a day early this week for many different reasons that really aren’t that many. Please enjoy!
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~ Professor VJ Duke
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Emperor Napoleon asks his dinner guests if it’s possible to fly. The answers are varied, and it’s decided that there must be a test.
Video link: http://youtu.be/lGi5-j9apaw
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Emperor Napoleon’s palace. Around a table…
And Napoleon is drinking…
DANIEL H: Oh my.
MR. RATHERQUITE: Should we stop him from drinking all that?
DANIEL H: Hey, Napoleon, are you going to drink all that wine? Or are you going to leave some for us?
EMPEROR NAPOLEON: Haha! Why, do you want some?
MR. RATHERQUITE: I’m glad that no ladies are here.
FRANKIE S: Oh…haha. Oh…eww…
MR RATHERQUITE: Frankie, be quiet.
FRANKIE S: No… Can I have a bone?
DANIEL H: It’s a good thing Napoleon doesn’t drink bones, otherwise there’d be none left for you.
EMPEROR NAPOLEON: What are you little boys talking about? Okay… So you may wonder why I invited you here to dinner?
DANIEL H: Maybe so I could eat—and drink some wine?
MR. RATHERQUITE: No reason to be rude, Danny.
DANIEL H: I’m Daniel.
EMPEROR NAPOLEON: Shut up both of you!
FRANKIE S: Oh…hahaha. [Frankie keeps mumbling.]
EMPEROR NAPOLEON: So, what I brought here for… So what I want to say… Fankie shut-up!
EMPEROR NAPOLEON: So…sorry about that. My question for you—and why I brought you here—is this: Is it possible to fly?
FRANKIE S: Nah. You know I tried that, and…had a contusion. And, you know, I’ve never been the same since. You know I think…
EMPEROR NAPOLEON: Okay, fine, that’s your opinion, Frankie. Anybody else?
MR. RATHERQUITE: Well, I would say it’s quite impossible for one to fly without wings. And, sir, do you have wings? No. Therefore, you can’t fly.
DANIEL H: What about plane? Do you think one of those could fly?
MR. RATHERQUITE: But that’s not an individual person flying, sir. The plane is doing all the flying.
DANIEL H: Then…if a bird is flying, its wings are doing the flying, not the bird.
MR. RATHERQUITE: You are in error because you are being pigheaded—
DANIEL H: Do you hear what he called me? Napoleon, did you hear that?
FRANKIE S: Oh yeah…oh yeah… You know—I did.
EMPEROR NAPOLEON: He’s not talking to you, Frankie! I did hear that, I did. Wow. That was really out there.
MR. RATHERQUITE: The fact is: it is quite impossible for one to fly. Period. Statement. That is the sentence.
DANIEL H: But what if they had wings. You see, you could build a set of wings for someone to fly with.
MR. RATHERQUITE: Prove it.
DANIEL H: I will.
High atop a mountain…
DANIEL H: Okay. Are you read for this?
SCHWARZ TAUPTINKER: Why would I not be?
MR. RATHERQUITE: Because, sir, you could die.
DANIEL H: These wings we put together will work. I hope.
FRANKIE S: Oh, but you could get a contusion.
EMPEROR NAPOLEON: Enough of this good-bye!
DANIEL H: There he goes.
MR. RATHERQUITE: He’s not flying.
EMPEROR NAPOLEON: Ma foi…
FRANKIE S: He’s going to get a contusion.
DANIEL H: Oh my! Flap your wings!
FRANKIE S: Contusion…
SCHWARZ TAUPTINKER: I’m okay.
MR. RATHERQUITE: See, Daniel? It didn’t work.
DANIEL H: It would have—if he had flapped his wings.
MR. RATHERQUITE: You, sir, are a pigheaded.