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| Episode 9: The Last Beautiful Video Shoot, Part Uno |
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| �2001 by Rebecca J. Burke & Hashbrown Casserole for the Matchbox Twenty Soul, Inc. |
| �From what I understand, Miss Tayke won�t be having you all playing your instruments,� Karl said, adjusting a sequin on Brian�s shoulder. �So what exactly am I?� he asked, catching a glimpse of his purple self in the mirror. �A seahorse! Isn�t the detail exquisite? We had real, live seahorses flown in so we could accurately include every single part of seahorse anatomy!� Karl beamed, straightening his suit. �Are they purple?� Karl coughed. �Well, no, but purple is a much more friendlier color to the eye palate.� �But I look so�so Gaynorish,� Brian sighed, noting how awful the specially designed glasses looked framing his face. �I mean�okay. I can do this. At least this means I might be getting a bigger part in the video this time.� Brian sighed again, picked up his tail, and made his way over to the make-up room. Not a minute after, in came Kyle, fuming. �WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!� he demanded, staring in horror at his reflection in the mirror. �Some kind of stupid joke?� Karl laughed, but then tried to soothe the ever increasingly angry Kyle. �Why, you�re a sea monkey!� �A sea monkey. Since when in hell do sea monkeys look like LAND MONKEYS? And a banana?! You�re fucking kidding me! Sea monkeys are too little for bananas!� �Mr. Cook, we felt that an actual depiction of a sea monkey would confuse the audience. Therefore Miss Tayke felt a more comical approach was needed,� Karl said, adjusting Kyle�s monkey ears. �No, I get enough monkey jokes from the band, but this is stupid! No, I won�t wear this!� �Mr. Cook�there is nothing I can do. I suggest you go ahead and go to make-up, and then address your concerns to Miss Tayke afterward.� Karl pushed an objecting Kyle out of the room, just in time to see a beaming Adam come running out of his stall. �Oh! Mr. Gaynor! I�m happy you�re so pleased with your costume!� Adam ran around the room in circles and hummed to himself. He then sat on a card table against the wall, and happily exclaimed, �Guess what I am, Karl!� Karl laughed and asked, �What?� �A card shark!� Adam said proudly as he rolled off the table and hit the floor. �AHHH!!! Help! Fish outta water, fish outta water!� |