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- >Be an old western rail tycoon
- >Also, a dick
- >Want to expand a rail line, but have hit quicksand on the path
- >The new proposed path looks good
- >Except for the fucking TOWN in the way
- >You decide on a cunning plan to rid the town of any and all who live there
- >Kill the sheriff, and replace him with someone so incompetent that the townsfolk will HAVE to leave
- >Look out among your slaves, working to lay your tracks, and wonder:
- "Where can I find such a man...?"
- >"Wails heavy! Fwuffy no wike..."
- >*KRAK*
- >"Owwies! No wip fwuffy! Fwuffy sowwy!"
- "... Bingo."
- SO BEGINS THE TALE OF "BLAZING FLUFFIES"
- THEME MUSIC
- OPENING CREDITS
- FUCKIN' DRAMATIC CAMERA PANS
- ETC.
- >Be a fluffy named Bart
- >A very hot, tired, SORE fluffy named Bart
- >You spend all day draging things around for humans
- >You work with other humans that are called "niguws"
- >Don't know what it means, but it sounds mean
- >You look around and see the big boss come over to you
- >"You, fluffy! Come with me."
- "Bawt go wif Heddy?"
- >"It's HEDLEY! Hedley Lamarr! Stupid fluffy piece of..."
- "Fwuffy be stoopid, but yoo stiww named afta giwl."
- >You recieve a quick boot up the rump for your smart-arsery
- >You conveniently land in the foreman's office
- >"I have a job for you, little fluffy. But first, I must give you a test."
- "Bawt no wike sounda dat."
- >"Shaddup and hold still."
- >Hedley bops you on the head with his pen
- "OWWIE! Why huwt Bawt?!"
- >"Now, quickly, taste this margerine!"
- >Hedley stuffs margerine in your mouth
- >Pretty tasty stuff
- "Nummies!"
- >"Now, can you tell the difference?"
- >... Wait, what did he say?
- >Uh-oh, humans hate it when you don't know things
- >Better say something, quick!
- ".... No?"
- >"Excellent! You can't tell the difference between a lump on the head and margerine. You're just the fluffy I'm looking for!"
- >... Humans are silly.
- "Bawt do good?"
- >"Yes, you did very well. In fact, I'm going to reward you."
- >The lady-name human sticks a velcro star on your side and gives you a tiny hat
- >"Congratulations, you're a sheriff!"
- "Yay! Bawt shewiff! Bawt shewiff!... Wat shewiff, Heddy?"
- >"Hedley! And a Sheriff keeps the peace in a town. He rights wrongs, punishes evil-doers, gives peace a chance, and saves the whales!"
- >You think about this
- >Not the whales part, you don't quite understand that
- >But the righting wrongs part
- "So... Bawt gif big ouchies to meanies?"
- >"If all else fails, yes."
- "Bawt wike bein shewiff."
- >"Of course you do. Well, off you go now, your town needs sheriffing! BOYS!"
- >Two big humans come in and grab you under each foreleg
- "Put Bawt down! No wike big hoomans! Bawt shewiff, gif big ouchies to dum hoomans!"
- >They put you on a cart which then speeds away
- >The other fluffies and the "niguws" wave goodbye to you
- >As you leave, they fluffies turn and speak to one another
- >"Dis seem wike bad Mew Bwooks pawody..."
- >An overseer hears this
- >"Bad fluffies! No breaking the forth wall!"
- >Fluffy beatings ensue
- >Still be Bart, a fluffy pony, now sheriff
- >Still kinda unsure as to what you'll be doing
- >But hey, you get to ride a cart
- >That's pretty sweet
- "Bawt go wide!"
- >"Shaddup back there, varmint!"
- "Fwuffy name no vawmin'... Fwuffy name Bawt!"
- >"Fluffy's name could be Kunta Kinte fur all Ah care."
- >The cart driver's friend is named Taggart
- >He's what the niguws would call a "A-grade douchebag"
- >Called him that once, got hit
- >Haven't cared to do it again
- >Be Taggart
- >Have to look after whatever the boss tells you to
- >For now, it's a Goddamn fluffy he's made sheriff of Rock Ridge
- >He could'a just had you rape, kill, and pillage everything in the town rather than go to such lengths
- >But hell, then we'd have no story, would we?
- >You finally reach Rock Ridge
- "Ok yah little fluffy bastard, End o' the line!"
- >"Bawt hewe?"
- >The little furball looks around while you look him over
- >A black fluffy with a brown mane, a tiny hat and a star velcro-ed to his side
- >Just what this place needed, a fluffy nigger.
- "That's right, now get the hell offa mah cart, yah idjit!"
- >Dump the fluffy unceremoniously into the dirt and ride off
- >Here a tiny squeaky voice call after you
- >"Bye bye dooshbag!"
- >Fucking fluffy nigger...
- >Be Bart again
- >Have a mouthful of dirt and big-horse poopies
- "Mouf no taste pwetty..."
- >You want to cry, but you don't
- >You're a sheriff now
- >Sheriff's don't cry!
- >... You think
- >Must look that up
- >Head over to a big place with a picture of a drink on it
- >Maybe they have water to wash your mouth!
- >As you enter, everyone turns to look at you
- >In unison, they all start screaming and shouting
- >"A fucking FLUFFY?!"
- >"THAT'S our new sheriff?!"
- >"FUCK-KNUCKLE SHITTING TIT-ARSE"
- >So many bad words!
- "Bawt no wike bad wowds! No make bad wowds!"
- >One man walks over to you
- >"Whutcha gonna do, little shit? You ain't no sheriff, yer just a fluffy nigger!"
- "Bawt IS shewiff! Bawt pwove it, make big owwies on meany man!"
- >The man just laughs at you
- >"Yer gonna gimme "Big Owwies"? Yeah right! Say "Hi" to mah boot, fluffy!"
- >He tries to step on you
- >Little does he know that carrying rails and doing labour has made you a speedy friend!
- >You bolt under him as he raises his leg, knocking him off balance
- >You, lacking any proper motor control to go with your speed, run into a wall, bounce off and land, unharmed, in the piano
- >The bad man falls onto a loose floorboard, which launches the spittoon into the air
- >Spittoon lands in the lap of the most heavily armed Mexican in the place
- >Said Mexican starts mouthing off in Spic-enese, before shooting his bang-stick at everyone he can
- >Everyone shoots their bang-sticks back
- >You climb out of the piano and start to run at the ugly man who wanted to smoosh you
- >Or you would have, until you feel a hand grab you and carry you out of the bar
- >"C'mon little fluffy, let's get you outta here..."
- "Wet Bawt go! Bawt giff big owwies to ugwy man!"
- >Your protestations go unheeded as this new human carries you away
- >This new human carries you to a big place with a star on it
- >Hey, that looks like the star that Hedy put on your side!
- >Small world, huh?
- >The human sets you down on the floor and looks at you
- >"What're you doin', huh? A sheriff doesn't pick fights, he keeps the peace."
- >Aw, you did bad?
- "Bawt sowwy... Bawt no good shewiff yet. No be mad at Bawt, pweese!"
- >"Ah ain't mad, little guy. Just settin' yah straight. This town ain't the best place for fluffies, let alone a fluffy of yer... colour."
- "Bawt is niguw fwuffy!"
- >You're happy about that
- >Niguws are funny, fluffies are funny, so you must be SUPER funny!
- >"... Yeah, sure, whatever. But don't you know? This is the town with the most cross burnings, sorry sticks, burning sorry sticks, sorry crosses and hot-cross buns in the whole Current West!"
- "Cuwwent West...? Dun yoo mean Owd West?"
- >"I know what I said."
- >This human is sure smart
- >"I know, I'm a clever guy."
- "How'd hooman heaw...?"
- >"Never mind all that, now the script calls for exposition!"
- >You listen as this mysterious human tells you a few tricks to survive in this fluffy-hating god-fearing town
- >The human the vanishes back, back into the ether from whence the plot demanded him
- >You don't know how you learned all those big words, but they sound smart
- >You waddle around your new office and look at things
- >You start singing a little song you learned from your friends
- "We biwt dis city... We biwt dis city on wock an' woww..."
- >"Stawship no sownd pwetty! Stoopid fwuffy sing nu song!"
- >You turn to see who is speaking to you...
- -------------
- >"Yeah, we're going to have to stop you RIGHT there, Mister Brooks."
- "Wassa Matter?"
- >Be Mel Brooks
- >Be pitching your latest genius script to some Hollywood 'Big-Shots'
- >They don't seem pleased
- >"Mel, it's not that we don't like your script... I mean, you're a genius. But... Remaking 'Blazing Saddles' with fluffy ponies just seems like pandering to this Biotoy craze."
- "Whaddya tawking about? Dis stuff is gold! Fluffies are cahmedy gold-mines!"
- >"No, they're pastel-coloured vermin with a penchant for spaghetti."
- >"Fwuffy haf sketties?"
- "Quiet, Marshall..."
- >"We think your new Fluffy Agent is tampering with your otherwise solid writing. I'm sorry Mr Brooks, but 'Blazing Fluffies' will NEVER be a motion picture."
- "Ah, ta hell wid alla yahs!"
- >You pick up your agent from his water dish and storm out of there
- >Once in your car, you and Marshall discuss what went wrong
- "Don' lissen to 'em, Marshall. 'Blazin' Fluffies' is pure gold."
- >"Dem smucks no no good fiwm if it bit dem!"
- "You said a mouthfull, buddy..."
- FIN
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