Temptation's gaze sweeps across the outdoor market, scanning the bustling crowds, rumbling carts and carriages and the colorful stalls. His mind races desperately as he attempts to think of a plan. Come on, think! He tells himself, clenching his fists and biting his lower lip. Just think, you dummy! The carriage won't be stuck in traffic for long. You've got to think of something. A plan. Something smart. Something genius. Something-- His gaze falls upon a traveling gypsy standing on the sidewalk to his right, encouraging people to watch his little monkey in a red skirt dance along to the beat of a music box. Several feet away, farmers are herding about a dozen cattle down to street off to the side, away from the thick of the excitement. The cows' large bells clang and ring together in a musical clamor along with the chatter of the crowd and the squeak of wheels. The gypsy with his monkey and the herd of cattle are somewhat near one another, with people walking by in throngs. Temptation's resolve settles. --Or something stupid. I guess that'll work, too. The two men upon the prisoner transport carriage are just urging their horses onward through the crowd impatiently when a high-pitched screech splits the air. Not many people saw what actually happened, but from what the spectators could tell of what took place that day, the gypsy's monkey had somehow, within two seconds, had gone from dancing for its delighted audience to suddenly being snatched up by a mysterious figure in the crowd and thrown up into the air. The monkey flew up, up, up. . . and down into the thick of the cattle being herded away. Cows are typically not the sort of creatures who associated with monkeys. Cows are also not typically the sort of creatures who deal well with surprises. Thus when the monkey lands screeching among the cows, pandemonium ensues. Bellowing and kicking, the cattle break rank and run panic-stricken into the crowd. People, carts, and stalls are knocked over. Shocked shouts and cries follow. In all this, Temptation dashes for the carriage, which now stands stock-still in the midst of the panic-stricken crowd.
It's because I'm innocent. *blink blink* Then how the bricks are you quoting it?
Your affecting puppy eyes is only serving to make me all the moar suspicious…. >.> I've seen bits a pieces, adds in other Disney movies, other people quoting it. I have many ways.
No, these are LEGO Joker eyes. *blink blink* Piecework, eh? Sounds like my Star Wars knowledge.
Your affecting puppy eyes is only serving to make me all the moar suspicious…. >.> I've seen bits a pieces, adds in other Disney movies, other people quoting it. I have many ways.
No, these are LEGO Joker eyes. *blink blink* Piecework, eh? Sounds like my Star Wars knowledge.
Ah, one of the few moments I enjoyed totally. Lol.
Temptation's gaze sweeps across the outdoor market, scanning the bustling crowds, rumbling carts and carriages and the colorful stalls. His mind races desperately as he attempts to think of a plan. Come on, think! He tells himself, clenching his fists and biting his lower lip. Just think, you dummy! The carriage won't be stuck in traffic for long. You've got to think of something. A plan. Something smart. Something genius. Something-- His gaze falls upon a traveling gypsy standing on the sidewalk to his right, encouraging people to watch his little monkey in a red skirt dance along to the beat of a music box. Several feet away, farmers are herding about a dozen cattle down to street off to the side, away from the thick of the excitement. The cows' large bells clang and ring together in a musical clamor along with the chatter of the crowd and the squeak of wheels. The gypsy with his monkey and the herd of cattle are somewhat near one another, with people walking by in throngs. Temptation's resolve settles. --Or something stupid. I guess that'll work, too. The two men upon the prisoner transport carriage are just urging their horses onward through the crowd impatiently when a high-pitched screech splits the air. Not many people saw what actually happened, but from what the spectators could tell of what took place that day, the gypsy's monkey had somehow, within two seconds, had gone from dancing for its delighted audience to suddenly being snatched up by a mysterious figure in the crowd and thrown up into the air. The monkey flew up, up, up. . . and down into the thick of the cattle being herded away. Cows are typically not the sort of creatures who associated with monkeys. Cows are also not typically the sort of creatures who deal well with surprises. Thus when the monkey lands screeching among the cows, pandemonium ensues. Bellowing and kicking, the cattle break rank and run panic-stricken into the crowd. People, carts, and stalls are knocked over. Shocked shouts and cries follow. In all this, Temptation dashes for the carriage, which now stands stock-still in the midst of the panic-stricken crowd.
Temptation's gaze sweeps across the outdoor market, scanning the bustling crowds, rumbling carts and carriages and the colorful stalls. His mind races desperately as he attempts to think of a plan. Come on, think! He tells himself, clenching his fists and biting his lower lip. Just think, you dummy! The carriage won't be stuck in traffic for long. You've got to think of something. A plan. Something smart. Something genius. Something-- His gaze falls upon a traveling gypsy standing on the sidewalk to his right, encouraging people to watch his little monkey in a red skirt dance along to the beat of a music box. Several feet away, farmers are herding about a dozen cattle down to street off to the side, away from the thick of the excitement. The cows' large bells clang and ring together in a musical clamor along with the chatter of the crowd and the squeak of wheels. The gypsy with his monkey and the herd of cattle are somewhat near one another, with people walking by in throngs. Temptation's resolve settles. --Or something stupid. I guess that'll work, too. The two men upon the prisoner transport carriage are just urging their horses onward through the crowd impatiently when a high-pitched screech splits the air. Not many people saw what actually happened, but from what the spectators could tell of what took place that day, the gypsy's monkey had somehow, within two seconds, had gone from dancing for its delighted audience to suddenly being snatched up by a mysterious figure in the crowd and thrown up into the air. The monkey flew up, up, up. . . and down into the thick of the cattle being herded away. Cows are typically not the sort of creatures who associated with monkeys. Cows are also not typically the sort of creatures who deal well with surprises. Thus when the monkey lands screeching among the cows, pandemonium ensues. Bellowing and kicking, the cattle break rank and run panic-stricken into the crowd. People, carts, and stalls are knocked over. Shocked shouts and cries follow. In all this, Temptation dashes for the carriage, which now stands stock-still in the midst of the panic-stricken crowd.
Absolutely, though it has been said by many before me including Cap'n Jack. Also, is that Harumi you drew for your new avvie? (meant to say something earlier, but failed. )
Absolutely, though it has been said by many before me including Cap'n Jack. Also, is that Harumi you drew for your new avvie? (meant to say something earlier, but failed. )
So. . . either I'll go for giving credit to you, Jack, or Unknown. Yes, it is. I wondered if people would be able to tell it's "me" wearing a Harumi costume or not. (No worries. )
Absolutely, though it has been said by many before me including Cap'n Jack. Also, is that Harumi you drew for your new avvie? (meant to say something earlier, but failed. )
So. . . either I'll go for giving credit to you, Jack, or Unknown. Yes, it is. I wondered if people would be able to tell it's "me" wearing a Harumi costume or not. (No worries. )
Exactly. : D
YES! I was expecting to be wrong due to my very limited ninjago knowlege. XD How cool! : D I like the robes a lot. :3
It's a very good segment! ![[h]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/nPCskakrdhDERqIVGKuw.png)
It's a very good segment! 
Even with school, we'll make this work. ![[h]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/hfSwWMIrqfbcVMuaJTst.png)
Thanks! ![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
Then how the bricks are you quoting it? 
Piecework, eh? Sounds like my Star Wars knowledge. 
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I wondered if people would be able to tell it's "me" wearing a Harumi costume or not.