by Son of the Valley on May 18, 2022. © Frederika Bimal, All rights reserved
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phgCh44RYSs
Ever wonder what it would be like if Sleeping Beauty was a **** Bill Revenge fantasy featuring characters from childhood fairytales? No?
Well, here it is!
Amateur audio drama - Part - 6 - 5:41 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phgCh44RYSs
Automatically the doors parted way, and she stepped onto the floor inside.
In Sleepy's mind she imagined something different.
She was perplexed by what she would find.
No rending bodies gorged upon. No trace of macabre pawns who failed the murderous marathon. Her hypothesis drawn but the conclusion forgone as she pondered how something was wrong. As Sleepy tapped her feet, clicking sounds of scuffling cleats, she crossed the chalky tiles that surrounded her as she waited by a counter.
Sleepy- Clears Throat Umm... Hello?
Giant- Hi I'm Todd welcome to white castle, what can I get you.
Sleepy- Is this is the mythical White Castle in the sky?
Giant- Mmmhmm.
Sleepy- And you're the infamous giant who slays all that come?
Giant- It's been so long I don't even recognize that guy anymore. When that little dude... what's his name?
Sleepy- You mean, Jack
Giant- Bingo! When Jack stole the golden goose, I was so furious. But then I thought to myself, I had it all that time all that wealth and what good did I do with it?
White Castle Manager- Todd. For the last time I told you, you were supposed to take your break, scheduled break, 10 minutes ago.
Do you know what happens when you don't take your scheduled break late, Todd?
Giant- Uhhh?
White Castle Manager- Lisa's break has to be pushed back. Then Julio's break needs to get pushed back. Then Brenda doesn't take her lunch until after the summer rush. Then do you know what happens Todd?
Giant- Uhhhhhhhhh?
White Castle Manager- Anarchy, Todd. Anarchy is what happens Todd. This is White Castle. We have a standard. We do not tolerate anarchy at White Castle!
Giant- Sorry Mr. Popinofolips It won't happen again.
He comes across like a real ball-breaker but he' actually a pretty good dude.
Sleepy- I literally have... all the questions
The giant stood back and sleepy heard what had occurred when the giant slept, and in jack crept to steal the valuable bird.
He recalled his fateful fall after Jack haste fully crawled back down the bean plant, to his house he ran, before the giant slipped on rainfall.
After his injury and his dealings with insurance, the giant was expecting a hefty reimbursement. Unfortunately for the Giant you see, he legitimately forgot to disclose an important fact to those who needed to know.
No golden egg taxes were included in his faxes to his humble human account nor added to taxable income.
Seems the Giant fell prey to a bigger Beast that day.
The nefarious I.R.S did what the Government does best when money owed is in play. After the loss, and the crash of his stocks the giant filed for bankruptcy. Licensing his white castle to the business White Castle and applied for work anxiously
Giant- Yeah, after federal tax and S.T.I.P.A. I barely make enough to cover the property tax but, I kinda like who I am right now and I'm afraid of who I would become if I had that wealth again.
No pity for me, seemed to be what he pleaded as if the comfort of less was exactly what he'd needed. Sleepy saw in his face a sense of peace that had replaced a pacing desire for power and greed, he had found some grace in defeat. For a moment sleepy felt jealous, maybe her overzealous desire to set fire and leave breathless those who had left her restless...
Perhaps better asleep was she.
Sleepy- So, how do I get down from here?
Giant- Employee shuttle. One way up... one way down.
Sleepy- Where do the customers even come from?
Giant- Oh. We only ever get one.
The giant stretched his finger, pointing towards the terrace, there sat the handsome, Neil Patrick Harris...
The time passed and the employees closed shop, Sleepy stood in front of the structure at the twice daily bus-stop.
Sleepy- So, do you live in the restaurant?
Giant- No. I live in the back and my manager, Todd, and the other workers actually sublet the rooms, so I just sleep on my rug. It's all I got left but you know...I love my rug.
Sleepy- So... who the hell is the bus for?
Giant- Who else? Him...
Neil Patrick Harris, the fairest and rarest of effervescences ignored the duos presence. As if called by the sky he tipped toed a line and headed deep in the clouds, where mysteries would be found.
Giant- Mr. Patrick Harris! Where are you going?
NPH- Wherever God takes me...
Giant- Alrighty then. Well.... It's nice meeting you ******. Uhhhh.... Farwell and good luck.
Sleepy stepped on the vehicle waiting for the wheels to start turning and get back to the burning revenge and vengeance so alluring
Bus Driver- Hi, I'm Matt!
Please keep your hands to yourself, keep them in the vehicle at all times and no flash photography!
Sleepy sat sheepishly retracing the encounter with the oddly friendly giant behind the vinyl covered counter.
Sleepy- How do you follow a bus route on an invisible road?
Bus Driver- I know what you are thinking. Weird. Bus in the sky but I assure you, with the spells we put on this Mama, nothing short of a Balrog could hurt us. Yup. This is actually an old convert we repurposed from what used to be at a local High School, Sky-High. Great school but it's hard to drop out of. Yeah, this is a simple route. A Peaceful route. No traffic. No pedestrians. No surprises.
As the bus turned, an unnerved Neil Patrick Harris, clearly the fairest walked in the path of the bus unperturbed. The bus ran amok and swerved finding no ounce of luck as it reached the roads edge and took flight like a duck.
Bus Driver- Next Stop....
Screams
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May 31, 2026 at 1:20 AM UTC
by Son of the Valley on May 18, 2022. © Frederika Bimal, All rights reserved
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phgCh44RYSs
Ever wonder what it would be like if Sleeping Beauty was a **** Bill Revenge fantasy featuring characters from childhood fairytales? No?
Well, here it is!
Amateur audio drama - Part - 6 - 5:41 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phgCh44RYSs
Automatically the doors parted way, and she stepped onto the floor inside.
In Sleepy's mind she imagined something different.
She was perplexed by what she would find.
No rending bodies gorged upon. No trace of macabre pawns who failed the murderous marathon. Her hypothesis drawn but the conclusion forgone as she pondered how something was wrong. As Sleepy tapped her feet, clicking sounds of scuffling cleats, she crossed the chalky tiles that surrounded her as she waited by a counter.
Sleepy- Clears Throat Umm... Hello?
Giant- Hi I'm Todd welcome to white castle, what can I get you.
Sleepy- Is this is the mythical White Castle in the sky?
Giant- Mmmhmm.
Sleepy- And you're the infamous giant who slays all that come?
Giant- It's been so long I don't even recognize that guy anymore. When that little dude... what's his name?
Sleepy- You mean, Jack
Giant- Bingo! When Jack stole the golden goose, I was so furious. But then I thought to myself, I had it all that time all that wealth and what good did I do with it?
White Castle Manager- Todd. For the last time I told you, you were supposed to take your break, scheduled break, 10 minutes ago.
Do you know what happens when you don't take your scheduled break late, Todd?
Giant- Uhhh?
White Castle Manager- Lisa's break has to be pushed back. Then Julio's break needs to get pushed back. Then Brenda doesn't take her lunch until after the summer rush. Then do you know what happens Todd?
Giant- Uhhhhhhhhh?
White Castle Manager- Anarchy, Todd. Anarchy is what happens Todd. This is White Castle. We have a standard. We do not tolerate anarchy at White Castle!
Giant- Sorry Mr. Popinofolips It won't happen again.
He comes across like a real ball-breaker but he' actually a pretty good dude.
Sleepy- I literally have... all the questions
The giant stood back and sleepy heard what had occurred when the giant slept, and in jack crept to steal the valuable bird.
He recalled his fateful fall after Jack haste fully crawled back down the bean plant, to his house he ran, before the giant slipped on rainfall.
After his injury and his dealings with insurance, the giant was expecting a hefty reimbursement. Unfortunately for the Giant you see, he legitimately forgot to disclose an important fact to those who needed to know.
No golden egg taxes were included in his faxes to his humble human account nor added to taxable income.
Seems the Giant fell prey to a bigger Beast that day.
The nefarious I.R.S did what the Government does best when money owed is in play. After the loss, and the crash of his stocks the giant filed for bankruptcy. Licensing his white castle to the business White Castle and applied for work anxiously
Giant- Yeah, after federal tax and S.T.I.P.A. I barely make enough to cover the property tax but, I kinda like who I am right now and I'm afraid of who I would become if I had that wealth again.
No pity for me, seemed to be what he pleaded as if the comfort of less was exactly what he'd needed. Sleepy saw in his face a sense of peace that had replaced a pacing desire for power and greed, he had found some grace in defeat. For a moment sleepy felt jealous, maybe her overzealous desire to set fire and leave breathless those who had left her restless...
Perhaps better asleep was she.
Sleepy- So, how do I get down from here?
Giant- Employee shuttle. One way up... one way down.
Sleepy- Where do the customers even come from?
Giant- Oh. We only ever get one.
The giant stretched his finger, pointing towards the terrace, there sat the handsome, Neil Patrick Harris...
The time passed and the employees closed shop, Sleepy stood in front of the structure at the twice daily bus-stop.
Sleepy- So, do you live in the restaurant?
Giant- No. I live in the back and my manager, Todd, and the other workers actually sublet the rooms, so I just sleep on my rug. It's all I got left but you know...I love my rug.
Sleepy- So... who the hell is the bus for?
Giant- Who else? Him...
Neil Patrick Harris, the fairest and rarest of effervescences ignored the duos presence. As if called by the sky he tipped toed a line and headed deep in the clouds, where mysteries would be found.
Giant- Mr. Patrick Harris! Where are you going?
NPH- Wherever God takes me...
Giant- Alrighty then. Well.... It's nice meeting you ******. Uhhhh.... Farwell and good luck.
Sleepy stepped on the vehicle waiting for the wheels to start turning and get back to the burning revenge and vengeance so alluring
Bus Driver- Hi, I'm Matt!
Please keep your hands to yourself, keep them in the vehicle at all times and no flash photography!
Sleepy sat sheepishly retracing the encounter with the oddly friendly giant behind the vinyl covered counter.
Sleepy- How do you follow a bus route on an invisible road?
Bus Driver- I know what you are thinking. Weird. Bus in the sky but I assure you, with the spells we put on this Mama, nothing short of a Balrog could hurt us. Yup. This is actually an old convert we repurposed from what used to be at a local High School, Sky-High. Great school but it's hard to drop out of. Yeah, this is a simple route. A Peaceful route. No traffic. No pedestrians. No surprises.
As the bus turned, an unnerved Neil Patrick Harris, clearly the fairest walked in the path of the bus unperturbed. The bus ran amok and swerved finding no ounce of luck as it reached the roads edge and took flight like a duck.
Bus Driver- Next Stop....
Screams
Amateur audio drama - Part - 6 - 5:41 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phgCh44RYSs
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