Elfquest

Michael Teckman

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Animation

Description

Goofy reading of a parody of an independent comic book

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Teen (13-17)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

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Elf Quest. Berries for the Brave Flat. Terry Collins, Art Bill Nevil Script Collins and Nevil Lettering is Theresa are Davidson color by terror Are Blomquist Elf Quest, created by Windy and Richard Feeney? I did, but you can't give in. Our are. If I say are Michael paying marker doors? Mm, is it better be good. It happened way over there on your own. They are cutter. You must day some of the delicious dream berry wine sky waas in the slightly pickled flash. Do you have any idea what time it is? Sure, Dio, it's hammer time. What? You slay me? Why not carry grindings? Don't make it Miller time. If you ain't fun things, What's going on to him? We have visitors ahead. Blow my finger Hours later. Come, my chief, you must have another tankard of wine. He's had more than enough. How have is helping elf bucking That's all. Empty day bunkers and no dream berry bushes and bloom until the next moon Phase two Bad dragon Fragment fuckers, Right? I know of Bush that blooms during all phases of the moon. Whoa! Everything downfall goes no way. Way the bush exists for the one brave enough to seek it out. Request happy, Happy joy. Joy. Let me borns. Abandon will start looking. But I have a word with you in our bedroom. My husband. You're not really thinking of going off and leaving me here alone with the Cubs again, are you? Of course not. You are welcome to accompany us. Don't be due to do pants. No pants, no pants. First it was an elf quest. Then it was Ah, hold quest, then a squid quest. Ah, fuzzy dice quest. An elevator shoes quest. Enough isn't up. Go on this johns. And your next quest will be to find a new life, mate. Thank Leads has gone home to her mother yet I expect to have to carry, uh, elves. But the preserver can fly. Elves have always let their women run to freely now and pick went on patrol. That's obedient beauty. You, if you say so, Picky Acne Runner seems tired for some reason. How much further until the bush? We should be in line with its mountain home very soon. That's all I can stands. I can't stands no more. How do we know which mountain? Look for that peak shaped in the profile of Durante father of all the trolls. Stop the music like that one that night, Mrs Calabash, you have found it. That dream. Berry bushes, hours, things. Come on, old friend. You could make it. Why can't you give the poor creature hand? No. Ask me. Runner must make the climb alone. It's the way easy for him. Does a, uh, going brings your rope stuff? You know, folks, every times I gladly trade this living in the now of wolves for the love term memory so that this would stop opening. I lose more wealthy things that way. Poof. There it is. Young. Wait your turn. Trolls. First etiquette, You know, heart. Who are you? Protect off that window. We Bush to pass. You must answer me a widow. Uh, okay, shoot. Very well. Boom. Your witness, Your Honor, you know, is your Weddle Ping Bing The Hammer Wings 12. Always use this heavy thing. My widdle. What? Oh Reynolds. Easy on Anvil clone. Go act your turn. No. What makes the stars sign the moon? Whoa! And the world go wound. Um, Is that glow bigger or globe wider? Love later waxes white buoys are yours among with, along with a lifetime supply of ways. Aloni. The San Francisco Tweet. See, Lita, this wasn't such a bad quest after all. That depends on who you ask Enough, said folks.