Part 6: Something of the Thread

One more ingredient, and I can finally cleanse the world of short people once and for all!




I need his clothes, the laundromat seems to be the place to begin.







I have to focus on the task at hand.




Damn my weakness for shiny objects!




I shall not rest until I have obtained the legendary bucket!




Very well then. Let us engage in an epic telekinetic battle of minds!



Do you think you could let me have this bucket?


No.


Please.


No.


Pretty please?


No.


Pretty pretty please?


No.


Pretty please with sugar on top?


No.


Pretty please with sugar and a cherry?


No.


Pretty please with sugar, nuts and a cherry?


No.


Pretty please with sugar, nuts, a cherry and chocolate sprinkles?


No.


I really need it.


No.


I really really need it.


No.


I really desperately need it.


No.


It's a matter of life and death.


No.


If you don't give it to me i'll never speak to you again.


No.



Chairs are flying! Onlookers are screaming! But his strength of mind is something I have not encountered in all my years of battle...



I'll be your best friend.


No.


I'll be your best friend forever and ever.


No.


Aw, come on, be a pal.


Oh... Alright.



Hah! You have fought valiantly, but the battle is mine.




Wait, I know these guys...



Yoo hoo!



Melée Island, of course!


What is it?


Did you ever get that circus started?


Do we know you?




I'm Guybrush, you tried to sell me the minutes of a PTA meeting in the last game, claiming it was a map.


Map? Uh... I don't know what you're talking about.


No really--


Why did you wake us up Gorbush?




What are you guys doing up there?


We're performing.


That's right. Performing...


That's what we do for a living now.


You see, after our circus failed we started a catering business on a nearby island. It was quite lucrative.


Why aren't you still doing that?


The governor of the island made us an offer we... er... couldn't refuse. So we sold him the business.


What did you do with the money?


We sank the money into one of those new fangled glass bottomed boats.


But it seems the salesman didn't have any glass for the boat, so he just left a big gaping hole there... We ended up stranded on a tiny desert island.




I think it's past my bedtime.


We met a philosopher on the island who told us something that changed our lives.




That you should bore passers-by to tears with long stories?


He told us that all the world is a stage and that we are merely players. So we became performance artists.


In our current work we portray man's response to global environmental issues of a changing world.


How come you have to perform on that ledge?


Ah... to show... the precarious nature of the situation...


Right, right.




I think you're overlooking the potential symbolism to be gained by your closeness to the earth.


Err..




All right, you got us. We're really up here because... well...




What?


What's the word for it, Frank?




Stupidity?


It's the opposite of acrophobia. Something like "orcaphobia".




Sounds more like "workaphobia" to me.


Say what you will, we're not coming down.


See you later.


We can scarecly contain our anticipation.



Now, where was I?




Ah yes, my sweet sweet bucket.




I fought hard for this bucket, and dammit I'm going to enjoy it!










But I still have a job to do...






There has to be some of Largo's clothes around here somewhere...




Wait, I have a master scheme!






It is to be the ultimate prank!




Nobody's ever done anything as smart as this before in popular culture.




Crease my new coat you son of a bitch! Well take this!




Oh man, this is the best time of my life.






Okay, I'm starting to feel bad for the little guy...






...Nah.




Heh, let's follow him and see what happens.







Look, I want it free, and I want it tonight.


Party tonight? Sure, I'll come.


I'm talking about getting my laundry!


Don't worry about me, I've been dry for three years.


I said "I need it back tonight".


Yeah, we'll stay out all night.


This is useless.





Hmm, I wonder...






Aha! Laundry here I come!







I'll see what we have ready for Mr LaGrande.









What could it be? Stylish shirt? Pants? Jockstrap?




The plot thickens...




Damn this is nice, I might have to keep this for my own personal... Never mind.




We have the final ingredient! It's go time.