Do you know who your real dad is
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Do you know who your real dad is
"Oui. He is dead and in le ground. But le papa who stepped up, Bob, he is my real dad now."
❛ wait, where are we going? ❜ from Mr lint
The small blueberry pauses, and turns to look at the sky "To les Oscars!" looking back at the gourd, he clarified "The Academy Awards, not the excellent pierogi restaurant."
"The Oscars, eh?" Mr. Lint thought about this for a long while. "You nominated for something? What will we wear?"
"Monsieur Lint, listen to moi," Francois said with seriousness "We are going to make the greatest film the cinema has ever seen."
"Alright, weird Blueberry. You have my attention! What's the plot?"
"Picture this, you, a strapping middle aged gourd, down on his luck, fired for being a loose canon cop who doesn't play by the rules." Francois explains "But then! A child, perhaps a cute up and coming blueberry actor, remembers you helping in a shoot out he witnessed, and asks for your help, off the squad."
❛ i want to spend the rest of my life with you. ❜ from Francois
"I wish it was that simple, mon petit. Alas, you will certainly spend the rest of my life with me."
"And are you, how they say, the same as Jerry and Lovey? Never to leave me?"
"They can do that? How did they do that?"
"I believe they went to a magical beach. One that makes you not old."
❛ wait, where are we going? ❜ from Mr lint
The small blueberry pauses, and turns to look at the sky "To les Oscars!" looking back at the gourd, he clarified "The Academy Awards, not the excellent pierogi restaurant."
"The Oscars, eh?" Mr. Lint thought about this for a long while. "You nominated for something? What will we wear?"
"Monsieur Lint, listen to moi," Francois said with seriousness "We are going to make the greatest film the cinema has ever seen."
❛ i want to spend the rest of my life with you. ❜ from Francois
"I wish it was that simple, mon petit. Alas, you will certainly spend the rest of my life with me."
"And are you, how they say, the same as Jerry and Lovey? Never to leave me?"
❛ wait, where are we going? ❜ from Mr lint
The small blueberry pauses, and turns to look at the sky "To les Oscars!" looking back at the gourd, he clarified "The Academy Awards, not the excellent pierogi restaurant."
❛ everything is spiraling out of control, how can you pretend you're not affected? ❜ from Francois
"But I'm not!" She tries to convince the small blueberry. "I'm not."
"Mademoiselle Raisin," the blueberry put down his little camera, directing her new music video due to nepotism "Do you know about...how they say...belly breaths?"
❛ i will not let tragedy repeat itself. ❜
"Tragedy?" Francois flutters his big wet eyes at his maman-figure. "ce qui s'est passé?"
"They gave my boy limbs so he could do this sick ass dance." from Francois
"Ha! Limbs! Dat's somethin' ya don't see every day. Specially 'round deeze parts. Ya know. As per da vegetables."
"Forget-pas les fruits!" Francois piped up with a little bounce. "We are, how you say, underrepresented."
"'Ey, this is America! Speak English!"
Francois scrunched up his cute little blueberry nose "Le langue du Angleterre?!? How dare you say such a thing to a French Man!"
"Huh? You sayin' something, blue boy?" Curly made himself as big as possible, which, admittedly, was not very big. "Sorry ya got beef with English or whatever. Not my problem, Frenchy!"
"You, monsieur," Francois narrowed his eyes "Are a wiggly worm, sir."
"And you!" Curly huffed and puffed and nearly blew his house in. "Are a stupid blueberry!"
"Incorrect! I am a very smart little berry! Ask anyone."
"EVERYONE SHUT UP IT’S PIZZA ANGEL" from Francois
"Please don't judge me... but what exactly is a pizza Angel?"
"Le gasp!" Francois le gasped. "You have never tried the scrumptious delicacy? That is the most important American import?"
"Hey, I told you not to judge!" Mirabelle couldn't help but giggle. "What is it? A pizza shaped like an angel? An angel shaped like a pizza?"
"It is pizza shaped like a pizza. But the box!" He gasps "There is a drawing of an angel on it! And it tastes like it arrived straight from Heaven itself! You are an adult, oui? Avec un credit card? Perhaps we could order one now to share!!"
Mirabelle immediately lights up. "Oh! Yeah! Absolutely, little buddy! What do you like on your pizza?"
"Sausage s'il vous plait!" He bounced happily. "Et vous?"
"They gave my boy limbs so he could do this sick ass dance." from Francois
"Ha! Limbs! Dat's somethin' ya don't see every day. Specially 'round deeze parts. Ya know. As per da vegetables."
"Forget-pas les fruits!" Francois piped up with a little bounce. "We are, how you say, underrepresented."
"'Ey, this is America! Speak English!"
Francois scrunched up his cute little blueberry nose "Le langue du Angleterre?!? How dare you say such a thing to a French Man!"
"Huh? You sayin' something, blue boy?" Curly made himself as big as possible, which, admittedly, was not very big. "Sorry ya got beef with English or whatever. Not my problem, Frenchy!"
"You, monsieur," Francois narrowed his eyes "Are a wiggly worm, sir."
"EVERYONE SHUT UP IT’S PIZZA ANGEL" from Francois
"Please don't judge me... but what exactly is a pizza Angel?"
"Le gasp!" Francois le gasped. "You have never tried the scrumptious delicacy? That is the most important American import?"
"Hey, I told you not to judge!" Mirabelle couldn't help but giggle. "What is it? A pizza shaped like an angel? An angel shaped like a pizza?"
"It is pizza shaped like a pizza. But the box!" He gasps "There is a drawing of an angel on it! And it tastes like it arrived straight from Heaven itself! You are an adult, oui? Avec un credit card? Perhaps we could order one now to share!!"
"They gave my boy limbs so he could do this sick ass dance." from Francois
"Ha! Limbs! Dat's somethin' ya don't see every day. Specially 'round deeze parts. Ya know. As per da vegetables."
"Forget-pas les fruits!" Francois piped up with a little bounce. "We are, how you say, underrepresented."
"'Ey, this is America! Speak English!"
Francois scrunched up his cute little blueberry nose "Le langue du Angleterre?!? How dare you say such a thing to a French Man!"
"We never talk much about Larry’s secret desire to be a chicken"
"Le poulet...." Francois stares off in the distance, eyes far and starry. "Maman, why must Larry keep his chicken dreams un secret?"
"You see, mon son, some adults have deep, dark secrets. Not Maman, of course. But other, less cool adults."
"And we must exploit those secrets in high concept art films, oui?"
"EVERYONE SHUT UP IT’S PIZZA ANGEL" from Francois
"Please don't judge me... but what exactly is a pizza Angel?"
"Le gasp!" Francois le gasped. "You have never tried the scrumptious delicacy? That is the most important American import?"
"They gave my boy limbs so he could do this sick ass dance." from Francois
"Ha! Limbs! Dat's somethin' ya don't see every day. Specially 'round deeze parts. Ya know. As per da vegetables."
"Forget-pas les fruits!" Francois piped up with a little bounce. "We are, how you say, underrepresented."
"We never talk much about Larry’s secret desire to be a chicken"
"Le poulet...." Francois stares off in the distance, eyes far and starry. "Maman, why must Larry keep his chicken dreams un secret?"