ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ (ʙᴀᴄᴋᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ 11/24)

[shrinkage]

Hey, Wonderla--

[ just as he starts to talk, ray has to dodge. and then dive. and then dip-- oh, you get it. ]

OK so first off Happy Thanksgi~iving!

[ more dodging! ]

Secondly, I had planned to talk about the holiday, which is an annual tradition about being grateful and celebrating family and-- [ another dive-- this is never ending... ] And invite those of you who might not know about it or celebrate to come and maybe add a tradition or bring your favorite comfort foo--

[ this time, ray gives an indelicate yelp and hits the floor, where now it's easy to see that he's in the ballroom, mid-setup for a big old family style dinner. but it looks like it's-- snowing? ]

But when I asked for extra marshmallows on the sweet potatoes, I guess the mansion took it to heart. So now I'm hoping someone could come and convince them to stop pelting me? And then we could all sit down and have a nice dinner togeth-- yah! Bring a shovel!

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[shrinkage]

[ his aim's not the best, but ray tries to make up for it in sheer volume, finding himself laughing at what his previously embarrassing situation has now turned into. once coraline finds herself covered to the point of dripping, he relents. ]

I feel like a swamp monster. Only with a lot more sugar involved...

[ ray wipes fluff and cranberry from his face back into his hair, where it sticks up in a multicolored fauxhawk. ]

Thanks for coming to my rescue, by the way!

[doorkey]

[ All messines aside, it's a little weird, actually, that she seems to be the only one who's come to Ray's rescue.]

I can't believe nobody else likes marshmallows!

[shrinkage]

Well, to be fair they were definitely trying to kill me.

[ hmmm. ]

Or at least maim.

[doorkey]

Well, to be really fair, you were definitely going to eat them!

So maybe they thought they'd be safer in numbers.