Post by Wolf of the Fire Nation on Nov 30, 2012 11:38:12 GMT -5
Merry Christmas everyone!
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How Tai Lung Stole Winter Feast!
Yes, everyone down in the Valley of Peace liked Winter Feast a lot, but Tai Lung, who lived north of the Valley, did not. Tai Lung hated Winter Feast, the whole Winter Feast season. Now please don't ask why, no one quite knows the reason. It could be that his head wasn't screwed on just right, it could be that his claws weren't sheathed right, but I think that the most likely reason of all was that his heart was three sizes too small. But whatever the reason, his heart or his claws, he stood there on Winter Feast Eve, hating the residents of the little town.
Tai Lung: I must stop this Winter Feast from coming, for tomorrow I know, all those little girls and boys will wake bright and early and rush for their toys, and then all the noise, noise, noise! Then, all the Residents, young and old, will sit down to a feast, and they'll eat more than anyone could possibly eat! They'll eat their Fortune Cookie Pudding and rare roast beast, which is something I can't stand in the least! Then, they'll do something I hate most of all: Everyone in the Valley will stand paw-in-paw and start singing, and they'll sing, sing, sing!
And the more Tai Lung thought of what Winter Feast would bring, he began to think of how he might ruin it for one and all.
Tai Lung: I must stop this whole thing! Why for year after year, I've put up with it now! I must stop Winter Feast from coming, but how?!
Then he got an idea. An awful idea. Tai Lung got a wonderful, awful idea.
Tai Lung: I know just what to do. I'll make a quick Zèng yú zhě hat and a robe!
[After cutting out the shapes of a robe and hat from a red curtain, sewing them together and adding white fur trim, Tai Lung puts them on and goes to admire himself in a nearby mirror. As he does so, music starts playing in the background.]
Tai Lung: With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like the old man!
[An off-screen singer begins singing as Tai Lung begins building a makeshift sleigh]
Off-screen singer:
You're an evil one, Mr. Tai Lung
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a hedgehog
You're as charming as a boar, Mr. Tai Lung
You're a rotten piece of fruit!
You're a monster, Mr. Tai Lung
Your heart's an empty hole!
Your brain is full of spiders
You've got rage in your soul, Mr. Tai Lung
I wouldn't touch you with a 39 and a half foot pole!
You're a vile one, Mr. Tai Lung
You have termites in your smile
You have all the inner kindness of a rabid wolf, Mr. Tai Lung
Given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the rabid wolf!
*The song ends and Tai Lung is fully dressed*
Tai Lung: All I need is an ox.
Tai Lung looked around, but since oxen were scarce, there were none to be found. But did that stop Tai Lung? No!
Tai Lung: If I can't find an ox, I'll make one instead!
And so he took his fellow villain Lord Shen and he took some black thread and he tied some big horns to the top of his head. Then he loaded some bags on his sleigh and whistled for Lord Shen. He then headed down to the Valley. All the windows were dark, no one knew that he was there. All the citizens were dreaming Winter Feast dreams without care, when Tai Lung came to the first house on the square.
Tai Lung: This is my first stop.
Tai Lung went to the rooftop and very nimbly slid down the chimney. He got stuck only once, for a minute or two, and then he stuck his head out of the fireplace where the little ones' stockings hung all in a row.
Tai Lung: These stockings are the first things to go.
[Tai Lung uses a magnet to pull out the nails holding the stockings to the fireplace mantle. As the stockings fall, Tai Lung catches them in his sack.]
Then he slithered over to the gift stand and took every present and more. Then, he snuck to the ice box and took the citizens' feast. He took the fortune cookie pudding and roast beast, and stuffed them in bags along with everything else and tossed them up the chimney.
Tai Lung: And now it's time to destroy these sun lanterns.
[Tai Lung extends his claws and begins to tear the sun lanterns apart]
As he destroyed the lanterns, Tai Lung heard a loud gasp. He turned around fast and saw a small panda, young Huan Ning, the daughter of Master Tigress and the Dragon Warrior, who was no more than five. She stared at Tai Lung curiously.
Huan: Zèng, what are you doing to our lanterns?!
He glanced around nervously for a moment, but that old leopard was so sneaky, and he thought up a lie and he thought it up quick.
Tai Lung: Why, my young panda, they weren't made well, so I'm getting rid of them to make room for more.
[After sending Huan back to bed with a glass of water, Tai Lung finishes demolishing the lanterns]
Afterwards, he went up the chimney and left nothing but some hooks and some wire, and the one speck of food he left in the house was a crumb, that was even too small for a mouse. Then, he did the same thing to the other citizens' houses, leaving crumbs much too small for the other citizens' mice.
It was a quarter of dawn, all the citizens still in bed, when he packed up his sled. It was packed with their food, decorations, presents and more. Ten thousand feet up the side of the mountain, Tai Lung rode with his load to the tip-top to dump it.
Tai Lung: Too bad for the citizens. They're waking up now, and I know just what they'll do: All those citizens will all cry. That's a noise that I simply must hear.
Tai Lung paused and he put a paw to his ear. He did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low and then it started to grow.
[We see all the residents of the Valley singing in a circle]
However, this sound wasn't sad. Rather, it sounded glad. In fact, it sounded merry. But it was merry. Very. Everyone in the Valley of peace was singing without any presents at all. Tai Lung hadn't stopped Winter Feast from coming. It came. Somehow or other, it came just the same. Tai Lung thought and thought about how this could've happened until his brain was sore, and then he thought of something he hadn't before.
Tai Lung: Maybe Winter Feast doesn't come from a store. Maybe Winter Feast, perhaps, means a little bit more.
And what happened then? Well, In the Valley they say, Tai Lung's small heart grew four sizes that day. Then, the true meaning of Winter Feast came through and Tai Lung felt the strength of ten leopards, plus two. Now that his heart didn't feel quite so tight, Tai Lung returned to the Valley that day and brought everything back, including all the food for the feast, and he, yes he, he himself, Tai Lung, carved the roast beast.
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How Tai Lung Stole Winter Feast!
Yes, everyone down in the Valley of Peace liked Winter Feast a lot, but Tai Lung, who lived north of the Valley, did not. Tai Lung hated Winter Feast, the whole Winter Feast season. Now please don't ask why, no one quite knows the reason. It could be that his head wasn't screwed on just right, it could be that his claws weren't sheathed right, but I think that the most likely reason of all was that his heart was three sizes too small. But whatever the reason, his heart or his claws, he stood there on Winter Feast Eve, hating the residents of the little town.
Tai Lung: I must stop this Winter Feast from coming, for tomorrow I know, all those little girls and boys will wake bright and early and rush for their toys, and then all the noise, noise, noise! Then, all the Residents, young and old, will sit down to a feast, and they'll eat more than anyone could possibly eat! They'll eat their Fortune Cookie Pudding and rare roast beast, which is something I can't stand in the least! Then, they'll do something I hate most of all: Everyone in the Valley will stand paw-in-paw and start singing, and they'll sing, sing, sing!
And the more Tai Lung thought of what Winter Feast would bring, he began to think of how he might ruin it for one and all.
Tai Lung: I must stop this whole thing! Why for year after year, I've put up with it now! I must stop Winter Feast from coming, but how?!
Then he got an idea. An awful idea. Tai Lung got a wonderful, awful idea.
Tai Lung: I know just what to do. I'll make a quick Zèng yú zhě hat and a robe!
[After cutting out the shapes of a robe and hat from a red curtain, sewing them together and adding white fur trim, Tai Lung puts them on and goes to admire himself in a nearby mirror. As he does so, music starts playing in the background.]
Tai Lung: With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like the old man!
[An off-screen singer begins singing as Tai Lung begins building a makeshift sleigh]
Off-screen singer:
You're an evil one, Mr. Tai Lung
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a hedgehog
You're as charming as a boar, Mr. Tai Lung
You're a rotten piece of fruit!
You're a monster, Mr. Tai Lung
Your heart's an empty hole!
Your brain is full of spiders
You've got rage in your soul, Mr. Tai Lung
I wouldn't touch you with a 39 and a half foot pole!
You're a vile one, Mr. Tai Lung
You have termites in your smile
You have all the inner kindness of a rabid wolf, Mr. Tai Lung
Given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the rabid wolf!
*The song ends and Tai Lung is fully dressed*
Tai Lung: All I need is an ox.
Tai Lung looked around, but since oxen were scarce, there were none to be found. But did that stop Tai Lung? No!
Tai Lung: If I can't find an ox, I'll make one instead!
And so he took his fellow villain Lord Shen and he took some black thread and he tied some big horns to the top of his head. Then he loaded some bags on his sleigh and whistled for Lord Shen. He then headed down to the Valley. All the windows were dark, no one knew that he was there. All the citizens were dreaming Winter Feast dreams without care, when Tai Lung came to the first house on the square.
Tai Lung: This is my first stop.
Tai Lung went to the rooftop and very nimbly slid down the chimney. He got stuck only once, for a minute or two, and then he stuck his head out of the fireplace where the little ones' stockings hung all in a row.
Tai Lung: These stockings are the first things to go.
[Tai Lung uses a magnet to pull out the nails holding the stockings to the fireplace mantle. As the stockings fall, Tai Lung catches them in his sack.]
Then he slithered over to the gift stand and took every present and more. Then, he snuck to the ice box and took the citizens' feast. He took the fortune cookie pudding and roast beast, and stuffed them in bags along with everything else and tossed them up the chimney.
Tai Lung: And now it's time to destroy these sun lanterns.
[Tai Lung extends his claws and begins to tear the sun lanterns apart]
As he destroyed the lanterns, Tai Lung heard a loud gasp. He turned around fast and saw a small panda, young Huan Ning, the daughter of Master Tigress and the Dragon Warrior, who was no more than five. She stared at Tai Lung curiously.
Huan: Zèng, what are you doing to our lanterns?!
He glanced around nervously for a moment, but that old leopard was so sneaky, and he thought up a lie and he thought it up quick.
Tai Lung: Why, my young panda, they weren't made well, so I'm getting rid of them to make room for more.
[After sending Huan back to bed with a glass of water, Tai Lung finishes demolishing the lanterns]
Afterwards, he went up the chimney and left nothing but some hooks and some wire, and the one speck of food he left in the house was a crumb, that was even too small for a mouse. Then, he did the same thing to the other citizens' houses, leaving crumbs much too small for the other citizens' mice.
It was a quarter of dawn, all the citizens still in bed, when he packed up his sled. It was packed with their food, decorations, presents and more. Ten thousand feet up the side of the mountain, Tai Lung rode with his load to the tip-top to dump it.
Tai Lung: Too bad for the citizens. They're waking up now, and I know just what they'll do: All those citizens will all cry. That's a noise that I simply must hear.
Tai Lung paused and he put a paw to his ear. He did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low and then it started to grow.
[We see all the residents of the Valley singing in a circle]
However, this sound wasn't sad. Rather, it sounded glad. In fact, it sounded merry. But it was merry. Very. Everyone in the Valley of peace was singing without any presents at all. Tai Lung hadn't stopped Winter Feast from coming. It came. Somehow or other, it came just the same. Tai Lung thought and thought about how this could've happened until his brain was sore, and then he thought of something he hadn't before.
Tai Lung: Maybe Winter Feast doesn't come from a store. Maybe Winter Feast, perhaps, means a little bit more.
And what happened then? Well, In the Valley they say, Tai Lung's small heart grew four sizes that day. Then, the true meaning of Winter Feast came through and Tai Lung felt the strength of ten leopards, plus two. Now that his heart didn't feel quite so tight, Tai Lung returned to the Valley that day and brought everything back, including all the food for the feast, and he, yes he, he himself, Tai Lung, carved the roast beast.
