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The Adventures of Footmonster and Mel Mar

The Story Behind the Story Behind the Story Behind the Story of the Brains (Bregans, Philolaches the Philosopher, and Mr. Fibuli)
 
Music: "Footmonster and Mel Mar" (2001)

It all began one evening or afternoon--I don't remember--with this conversation….

(11 December 2002)

Mel Mar: my brain just walked away

Footmonster: with the purple gorilla, right? I just saw it walk down the street. It was wearing a top hat and carrying a cane.

Mel Mar: yeah it did. It said something like it had to go meat the purple gorilla

Footmonster: meat?

Mel Mar: EXCUSE A ME--MEET

Footmonster: I think that he's going to the opera

Mel Mar: to do what? Sing? Watch?

Footmonster: he's an opera fan, right?

Mel Mar: i guess so. If he was i never knew.

Footmonster: yikes

Mel Mar: either that or hes plannin 2 eat the purple gorilla. Me no no

Footmonster: i feel sorry for you...that you have a brain that likes opera. My brains like Korn

Mel Mar: MY BRAIN JUST STOLE MY CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Footmonster: great! I mean—how tragic.

Mel Mar: AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Hey, I just realized something....

Footmonster: hooray! smiles and teacakes for all!

Mel Mar: u no what this meens? I DONT HAVE 2 GO 2 SCHOOL ANYMORE!!!! Oh wait my dads a teacher there

Footmonster: ...um...dude..yeah. You still have to go

Mel Mar: I KNOW!!!!!!!!!! ain't it tragic?

Footmonster: no

Mel Mar: what?

Footmonster: whta?

Footmonster: *what?

Footmonster: what?

Footmonster: WHAT?

Mel Mar: huh?

Footmonster: who?

Mel Mar: HUH??

Footmonster: why?

Footmonster: how?

Mel Mar: when?

Mel Mar: y?

Footmonster: where?

Mel Mar: who?

Mel Mar: What?

Mel Mar: U LOST ME THERE

Footmonster: what?

Mel Mar: could u give me the directions again?

Footmonster: turn left at the first fork in the road (the big silver one) and then right at the spoon

Mel Mar: let me get this straight.... Turn right at the first gold fork and then left at the first spork. Is that correct?

Footmonster: close, but not quite, my child

Mel Mar: as i said....my brain walked away. MY brain walked away! my BRAIN walked away!

Footmonster: first you have to eat the avocados, though

Mel Mar: my brain WALKED away. my brain walked AWAY! MY BRAIN DID WHAT? UR TRYING TO TELL ME IT WALKED AWAY?????? AND IT STOLE MY CAR??? NO WAY!!!!! IT DID????!!!!!?!?!?!?!? Y ME?

Footmonster: no, i'm trying to tell you that it walked away

Mel Mar: o well i need a new brain anyway. Could u give me ur 2nd one? Just until mine comes back?

Footmonster: sure, take mine, but be careful; it's not fully tamed yet. Its name is Sergeant Killemasfastasyoucan

Mel Mar: hahaha. Guess what im eating now

Footmonster: cheese?

Mel Mar: howd u no? I coulda ben eating trash

Footmonster: i'm eating air

Mel Mar: who ever thought of that term must not have had a brain. I just described me. Silly me. Oh well

Footmonster: my brains are as good as no brains

Mel Mar: i must go and chase it down i guess

Footmonster: die, die, die, brain, die

Mel Mar: so i'll c ya at school 2morow. Bye!!!

Footmonster: YOU'RE LEAVING ME?!

Mel Mar: yeah

Footmonster: take a smile and a teacake before you go, though

Mel Mar: y thank u!!! any clue which opra they were going to?

Footmonster: i think that it was the incredibly stupid, stupid, stupid opera of the lots of lovey-dovey crap with no point whatsoever

Mel Mar: isnt that what an opera is anyway? They're all alike. My mom says that it's just controled screaming

Footmonster: lotsa fat ladies singing wearing viking hats

Mel Mar: and fat guys

Footmonster: yeah, but they wear penguin suits

Mel Mar: ...........where are you, brain........?

Footmonster: here it is--oops, i stepped on it….

There were several other conversations about our brains and my eventual loss of memory as well, but they have so little to do with this subject and are so complicated that to try to post them here is like trying to kill a rhinoceros in a pumpkin-patch: time-consuming, pointless, and extremely dangerous.  Whoooo!

...Inside the Madness...