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♪ Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, la, la, la, la, la-la ♪
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All: Saxophone!
You guys all ready to go?
You bet!
So, where are we going tonight?
Oh, you're in for a treat!
♪♪
All: Whoooaaa!
Lucy: Wow, Susie's here?
Hedgehog: Alien King, too!
What's all this for Saxophone?
This is the Sherbet Scoop!
It's a traditional fire ceremony where we honor a beloved yeti
and create the clouds needed to make snow
to cover the Yeti meadow for Yeti Confetti.
All: Ooooohh.
This fire's made of ice.
Yeah, it's an ice fire.
A speaker comes up to the fire,
plops a scoop of orange sherbet on top,
and all the ice vapors rise to create the clouds.
All pretty basic stuff.
I'm sorry, there's no way that that's scientifically possible.
Hedgehog, if you're going to be a part of the magical community,
you're gonna have to put science on the back burner, I think.
Ooh! Shhh...
The elder rises.
Aah! Oof!
Oops... Butter shoulders.
Thank you, friend.
Ahem.
Tonight, we gather to celebrate a beloved yeti of our community,
to fortify his mark on this world
so that he may never be forgotten.
In sharing our memories,
Bassoon will continue to live on with us, forever.
Who's Bassoon?
Elder: The four ritual flames will each receive a sherbet scoop.
Three flames have already been assigned an orator,
but for the final ritual,
we welcome anyone who will feel inspired to speak.
I'm actually telling the first story about Bassoon,
and I'm pretty pleased with it.
Oh, cool!
Wow, this is actually really neat.
Oooh, oooh, Lucy!
You should tell the fourth story.
What?!
Uh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
♪♪
Ahhh!
Bassoon...
Bassoon's the best.
One night, we were out playing ice darts.
My spirit wasn't in it, and for the life of me,
I could not keep 'em on the island.
But Bassoon was on fire.
He must have felt bad because he goes,
"Sax, this ain't your game.
But you know what will be your game?
Breakfast.
Tomorrow. My place.
You can't lose!"
So of course I was like, "Sounds hot!"
Bassoon makes the best soft scrambled eggs.
Eggs: Yay!
Saxophone: The secret is... he puts labneh in them.
Lab-nuuuuhhhh!
Yea-heeaah!
Oscar knows!
Anyway, I go to bed pumped for B-fast with my B-Sass.
He loves it when I call him that.
[ Snoring ]
[ Gasps ] Aah!
So pumped that I forgot to set my alarm!
I overslept!
So I call Bassoon up, and I say, "Bassoon!
I just woke up!"
And Bassoon's just like, "Neat."
Then he hung up!
So I call him back and was all,
"So I guess I'm gonna go get breakfast at the diner, then?"
and he says, "Sounds hot!
Meet you there!"
So Bassoon shows up at the diner and he's all,
"This was a great idea, Sax!
Thanks for inviting me out!"
So I just straight up ask him,
"Do you even remember saying you were gonna cook me breakfast?"
"Mmmm...I don't!"
I was downright ticked at first.
But in the end, we had a laugh,
ate some weak eggs, and parted ways.
I took the long walk home to hone my glutes,
and by the time I got there, there was a flyer on my door
inviting me to an exclusive breakfast at Bassoon's.
He felt so bad about forgetting that he made a flyer!
And here it is!
That's who Bassoon is.
A real good guy.
A guy who won't let you down... after he lets you down.
Elder: Thank you very much, Saxophone, for introducing us
to so much delightful new slang.
The first cloud has formed.
Let us direct our attention to the second fire,
where we will hear another, ideally shorter,
tale of Bassoon's momentous warmth.
♪♪
Bassoon's the best there is.
A few decades back,
right after Harp broke Bassoon's gigantic heart,
I, too, had been dumped by a partner.
He heard me wailing all the way from my planet!
And he said-- "I hear you!
I, too, am in pain.
Let us take a road trip to dampen our woes!"
So we did!
To Sedona, Arizona!
We hardly knew each other, and we still don't.
But in that moment in space-time,
the wreckage of our love lives
melded us together like binary stars.
So we get to the campsite.
Totally breathtaking.
Thing is, Bassoon didn't bring a tent,
because he's a forgetful beast.
But I wasn't sweating it because I brought marshmallows,
the world's most versatile snack.
You know we roasted those things under a moonless desert sky
and talked about life, death, the effervescence of new love
while every star's glittering light reminded us
that you can still be beautiful when you're alone.
There goes my ex-boyfriend.
[ Sighs ]
Looks like he's moved on.
Bassoon whistled me to sleep, the way only a yeti can.
And here's the mug Bassoon got me
at the gift shop on the way home!
To Bassoon! All: To Bassoon!
Owie!
Friendship is so beautiful!
Okay, okay, yeah, I'd like to be a part of this.
Don't you think it's a little risky
to tell a story about someone you don't know?
Uh, he's dead.
No one's gonna confirm or deny my story.
Because A, that's rude, and B, they know they'd pay.
But I need a prop.
Saxophone had a flier and the King had a mug.
Can you guys find out where Bassoon lived
and bring back a few choices of items for me to pick through?
Why can't you go?
Uh, because I'm not a criminal, Oscar!
But -- Let's just get it over with.
Thanks, guys.
Ahem!
If the children are through plotting,
I have a yarn to weave.
♪♪
Ahhh!
Bassoon, good ol' Bassoon.
My favorite story about Bassoon is his latest prank,
but for context I'll have to start way back
at the beginning of our prank war.
It all began one day when Bassoon had Bill --
you all know Bill -- deliver a fake letter informing me
that I'd received an inheritance of 50 million dollars
from a long-lost great aunt.
I knew immediately it was Bassoon
because he used a Yeti Jetty postcard,
and because he was standing twenty feet away
looking positively vainglorious.
So I whisper to Bill, and I say, "Will you help me dunk
on this precious bone-head?"
And Bill says, "Consider him dunked upon."
And he walks over and hits Bassoon square in the face,
"There's a 40 dollar shipping fee on monster holidays."
So Bassoon is like, "40 dollars?!
I didn't know it was a monster holiday!"
"Mmm... What a shame."
So I laughed I was like "Hahaha I got you good you galoot!"
He was furious, you should have seen his face!
He thought he'd pranked me, but my prank-back was so fast
it was like his prank never even happened!
Anyway, the very next day when I opened my front door,
a few sprigs of lavender fell into the room.
He thought he got me so bad.
But! I love the smell of lavender!
My place smelled great!
And I smelled great!
There have been 257 pranks since then and all of mine
have been increasingly flawless, of course.
So the very next day I --
Ex-- Wait, hang on.
Are you- are you playing me off?
I'm trying to honor a member of your community!
Unreal.
[ Chuckles ]
We open the fourth and final fire
to anybody who feels so moved to speak on Bassoon's behalf...
Anyone?
Where are they?
[ Panting ]
Finally! What do you got for me?
I think you'll have your pick of the litter with these gems.
Look!
Toilet paper, floss, and a towel?
Did you only look in the bathroom?
I had to pee!
C'mon, c'mon!
Nope, nope, nope.
That!
[ Panting ]
Here I am!
I'll do the fourth flame!
It's a short but sweet one!
♪♪
Ahhh! Mmm!
Ahem. Oh, Bassoon.
Bassoon, Bassoon, Bassoon.
We spent Valentine's Day together.
Huh?
The Valentine's day after Harp broke up with him, to be exact.
Was she around in 1856?
Bassoon was obviously devastated,
so I decided to cheer him up with a...
Toy Carnival!
I took him to the Toy Carnival.
After we got breakfast!
Eggs over Bassoon, am I right?
Wuh?
So anyway, at the carnival, Bassoon wins this teddy bear
with a quadruple eagle claw in ice darts,
because he's the best.
And...
But...
I gave it back to him, as a thank you...
Oh, for not pranking me!
Which is something he's obviously known for.
I'm just sorry he's not here to hear
all these great stories about him.
At least he's in a better place now.
What are you talking about?
He's been here the whole time.
Huh?
Hi.
-Whaaa? -Whaaa!
Hi, Bassoon! [ Laughs ] Hey!
Where did you get all my stuff from?
From your house!
Pretty nice place you got there.
But you might have to replace your bathroom window.
Wait, what?!
You guys were all like, let us remember him,
say all these nice memories...
I thought he'd kicked the bucket!
Why would we wait until he's gone
to say nice things about him?
I don't know!
I've never heard so much respect for a living person.
[ Laughs ]
Well, it's yeti custom to give with a warm hand,
and tell to a warm heart.
That's pretty cool.
So... does my cloud still count?
Yes dear, I'm sure it will do.
Blech...
All: Ooh!
Whoa.
Hi Lucy! I'm Bassoon. [ Chuckles ]
You found my bathroom bear.
I did actually win that at a carnival, you know.
Oh... [ Chuckles ]
Nice to meet you, Bassoon.
I know we just met, but I think I already know what story
I'm telling at your Sherbet Scoop.
Which one?
[ Laughter ]
♪♪
Lab-nuuuuhhhh!