Golfing
Starring Tom Foolery as Otis
Master Sword as Chip
Snow Wonder as Elena
Heartsong as Casey
Cosmic arcobaleno as Olson
Mortomis as Caddy
Blaze as Mitchell
The 12th hole on the course has a sand trap separating the green from the fairway.
Otis: *Hits his ball onto the green* See? te do have to hit it 90 yards after all.
Chip: *Holding his phone which recorded the distance that Otis' ball traveled* I'm più used to feet.
Otis: I'm used to hooves.
Audience: *Laughing*
Chip: te know, if I actually do hit it 90 yards, from where my ball is, I might get it in the hole.
Otis: Yeah, that could work.
Chip: *Hits the ball* Get in the hole te white bastard.
But a breeze pushed the ball back, and it landed in the bunker.
Audience: *Laughing*
Otis: And, what te detto to the golf ball sounded strange. It would make più sense if the ball was black, and te detto black bastard.
Audience: *Whistling, cheering, and clapping*
Chip: *Looks at the bunker* That's not our only problem. We're short on sand.
After the match, they talked to Olson, and Caddy about it while sitting at a tavolo in the club.
Olson: We were just dealing with the same thing.
Caddy: I talked to the owner, but he didn't say a word back.
Otis: Perhaps he was too nervous.
Caddy: He looked più angry to me.
Audience: *Quietly laughing*
Chip: Do te think he'll do anything about it?
Otis: He was angry. I doubt it.
Audience: *Quietly laughing*
Otis: Then we'll have to do it for him.
successivo day, they were at the bunker with the short amount of sand. Each pony was carrying two buckets of sand.
Chip: Hold up, I think we have the wrong type of sand.
Otis: Wrong type? There's only one type of sand. The type that prevents golf balls from going to the right place!
Audience: *Laughing, and clapping*
Caddy: They both look the same to me.
Chip: I will be the judge of that.
Otis: Fine. te want to make things complicated? Be my guess.
Olson: If that sand is different from the one we have, we'll get different sand. Satisfied?
Chip: No.
Audience: *Laughing*
Chip: We should have gotten the right sand in the first place. *Gets into the bunker, and feels the sand* It's very smooth. Now let's feel the sand we have in our buckets. *Puts his hoof in the bucket* Wrong sand!
Otis: Really, let me try. *Feels the sand in the bucket* Oh. It feels different, because it's wet.
Chip: So we can't use it.
But the others poured the sand into the sand trap anyway.
Audience: *Laughing*
Chip: *Shocked, making a face just like this: link *
Audience: *Laughing, and clapping*
Otis: Okay Chip, time to go home. *Leaves with Olson, and Caddy*
Chip: *Stands still like a statue, and falls down*
Audience: *Laughing*
Up next, Tom has some things to tell te
Starring Tom Foolery as Otis
Master Sword as Chip
Snow Wonder as Elena
Heartsong as Casey
Cosmic arcobaleno as Olson
Mortomis as Caddy
Blaze as Mitchell
The 12th hole on the course has a sand trap separating the green from the fairway.
Otis: *Hits his ball onto the green* See? te do have to hit it 90 yards after all.
Chip: *Holding his phone which recorded the distance that Otis' ball traveled* I'm più used to feet.
Otis: I'm used to hooves.
Audience: *Laughing*
Chip: te know, if I actually do hit it 90 yards, from where my ball is, I might get it in the hole.
Otis: Yeah, that could work.
Chip: *Hits the ball* Get in the hole te white bastard.
But a breeze pushed the ball back, and it landed in the bunker.
Audience: *Laughing*
Otis: And, what te detto to the golf ball sounded strange. It would make più sense if the ball was black, and te detto black bastard.
Audience: *Whistling, cheering, and clapping*
Chip: *Looks at the bunker* That's not our only problem. We're short on sand.
After the match, they talked to Olson, and Caddy about it while sitting at a tavolo in the club.
Olson: We were just dealing with the same thing.
Caddy: I talked to the owner, but he didn't say a word back.
Otis: Perhaps he was too nervous.
Caddy: He looked più angry to me.
Audience: *Quietly laughing*
Chip: Do te think he'll do anything about it?
Otis: He was angry. I doubt it.
Audience: *Quietly laughing*
Otis: Then we'll have to do it for him.
successivo day, they were at the bunker with the short amount of sand. Each pony was carrying two buckets of sand.
Chip: Hold up, I think we have the wrong type of sand.
Otis: Wrong type? There's only one type of sand. The type that prevents golf balls from going to the right place!
Audience: *Laughing, and clapping*
Caddy: They both look the same to me.
Chip: I will be the judge of that.
Otis: Fine. te want to make things complicated? Be my guess.
Olson: If that sand is different from the one we have, we'll get different sand. Satisfied?
Chip: No.
Audience: *Laughing*
Chip: We should have gotten the right sand in the first place. *Gets into the bunker, and feels the sand* It's very smooth. Now let's feel the sand we have in our buckets. *Puts his hoof in the bucket* Wrong sand!
Otis: Really, let me try. *Feels the sand in the bucket* Oh. It feels different, because it's wet.
Chip: So we can't use it.
But the others poured the sand into the sand trap anyway.
Audience: *Laughing*
Chip: *Shocked, making a face just like this: link *
Audience: *Laughing, and clapping*
Otis: Okay Chip, time to go home. *Leaves with Olson, and Caddy*
Chip: *Stands still like a statue, and falls down*
Audience: *Laughing*
Up next, Tom has some things to tell te
