It's probably Monday, right? · 5:50pm Mar 6th, 2019
What do ya mean it's not Monday? (Also, it is a damn shame that this didn't make it into either of the FLCL sequels. Pied Piper is a fantastic album, as many of the Pillows albums are.)
What do ya mean it's not Monday? (Also, it is a damn shame that this didn't make it into either of the FLCL sequels. Pied Piper is a fantastic album, as many of the Pillows albums are.)
Original Release Date: August 21st, 1942
Admittedly I was kinda waiting to do this one. It's such a classic masterpiece! One can't help but be in awe! Here's some of my favorite scenes and one that....is still hard to watch to this day.
Shepherd's Jobs Number 4: Diplomat
King Aspen: "So as you can see, this treaty will only require minor reparations of your lands, a mere half of the Apple farm-"
Celestia: "... Andrew? Would you come in please?"
*Shepherd walks into the conference room with a gun*
Shepherd: "Yes, Your Majesty?"
King Aspen: "!!! HUMAN?! THEY'RE REAL?!"
Shepherd: "Uh, hi. The gun's not loaded, don't worry-"
You know that feeling of excitement you get when you unlock a new character's side story in a game? Maybe it's just me, but I enjoy that feeling. Anyway, Bambi's is coming your way in an hour or so, and Act III will be my chance to edit the way she gets glossed over in Act I and actually provide some proper characterization for her. The part after that will be Cameo/Coco/Babs bonding time that happens while Bambi is away at the Orange family meeting.
In which a Ponyvillian experiences serious culture shock:
"'No,' the unicorn sighed in annoyance. 'I told him we were supposed to meet here. I even checked to make sure this was the exact place. Scene said we were supposed to go to the bakery on the theatre district that sells the blueberry frosted doughnuts, but I swear I just passed a million Duck ‘n Donuts and it was a miracle that I even found the right one in the first place—'
The Rich family had never been known for being cheapskates, but they could at least smell a scam when they saw one.
“They’re charging how much for these?!” Diamond yelled, losing her composure for a second.
“Two thousand bits for the cheap seats, miss,” the pony at the ticket booth replied civilly. “Why you askin’, kid? Not enough in your piggybank?”