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Crack to make up for the lack of crack in the other Brooke story I wrote.
Title: Grand Line Weather
Written for: Rimon
Rating: PG-13 for language, but G for crack o_O
Pairing(s): None! Fear the Brooke crack
Disclaimer: Eiichiro Oda owns One Piece... I have no clue who owns the song.
Warnings: Cracky
Author's Notes: Weee for omakes
The weather on the grand line was unique, to say the least. Bat-shit crazy was the more commonly used description. It wasn't quite living up to expectations for the time being though. The rain was the type you'd see anywhere else in the world, cold, wet, and relatively boring when expecting life-threatening circumstances. Nami had assured them all it would be docile if long-lasting but still, Brooke couldn't help expecting a little more. Dancing around on the wet deck twirling his cane and top hat as if it were an umbrella he cheerfully sang.
"If all the raindrops
Were lemon drops and gum drops
Oh what a rain it would be
Standing outside with my mouth open wide..."
And happily miming what is he would be doing in such a rain, Brooke opened his mouth beyond human proportions and sang, mouth wide open, "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh ahhh ah ah ah ahh ahhhhhhhh"
They weren't anywhere near a winter island but what was the sense in letting a good song go unfinished?
"If all the snowflakes
Were candy bars and milkshakes
Oh what a snow it would be
Standing outside with my mouth open wide...
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh ahhhh ah ah ah ahhh ahhhhhh"
Chopper was used to seeing Brooke dance around in all weathers but this particular display of trying to drink the rain made the small reindeer worried that the skeleton musician was trying to drown himself. "BROOKE!!!!" he scurried over quickly, filled with concern, "What are you doing?"
Brooke leaned down and smiled broadly, "Listen to my song," he explained before launching himself into the next verse.
"If all the sunbeams
Were chocolate chips and ice cream
Oh what a sun it would be
Standing outside with my mouth open wide..."
This time Brooke coaxed Chopper to join him halfway through in standing, feet planted, mouth open wide, trying to eat the imaginary ice cream. "Ah ah ah ah ahhh ahh ah ah ah ahhhh," Chopper's higher-pitched voice chimed in.
Usopp watched them eating rain like retarded turkeys about to drown and also grew very concerned, rushing over to rescue them from themselves, or taste the rain and see what was so special about it.
"It's a song," Chopper explained brightly, "About sugary good food."
"Ahhhh yes," Usopp struck a pose, "I remember this song well, I wrote it on one of my many adventures during the island of food that fell like weather."
Chopper's eyes grew sparkly with admiration, "WOW!!! Really?!"
Brooke kept an amused smile to himself, not bothering to point out the obvious deception that the song was two-hundred years old. Besides, just like every kid who once had a sweet tooth, Brooke secretly hoped such an island did exist and with the grand line, anything was possible.
Usopp joined the next verse happily singing along.
"If all the sleet
Was icky spinach and beets
Ew what a sleet it would be
Standing outside with my mouth closed up tight
Mmmm Mmmm mmm mm mm mm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mm mmm mm."
Sanji watched them bemusedly from where he was smoking his cigarette and despite the rain, opted to join them for his favorite verse.
"If all the hail
Was frog's legs and land snail
Oh what a hail that would be
Standing outside with my mouth open wide..."
But the chef was rapidly interrupted by this with, "EW! NO!"
"You say mouth CLOSED for that verse!" Usopp objected vociferously.
"EW! I don't want to eat frog legs and snails!" Chopper protested.
Sanji arched a curly eyebrow, "You didn't seem to have problems with it the other night."
"WHAAAAAT?!" Usopper and Chopper yelled angrily much to Brooke's echoing laughter.
The musician skipped along the side of the ship as the other three kept arguing, moving smoothly into other songs that fit the mood and weather.
"Besides!" Sanji finally yelled angrily, "There's no such island!"
"You who believe in the All Blue want to insist there's no island that snows candy bars and rains gum drops?!" Usopp yelled back, "Besides I WENT there! And there were no snails!"
"Then who'd want to go?" Sanji retorted crankily.
"I want to go to the island!" Chopper pouted.
"We should add a verse about meat, then Luffy would definitely find it," Usopp answered jokingly.
This latter part reached Brooke's ears and musing to himself he sang to them.
"If all the wind gusts
Were meat bones and pie crusts
Oh what a wind it would be
Standing outside with my mouth open wide..."
They all opened their mouths and sang, "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh ahhhh ah ah ah ah ahhh ahhhhhhh."
Somehow as if coming out of a weird trance, Luffy found them and said, "Did someone say wind made of meat?"
They nodded and explained the song.
"To the island of weather food!!" Luffy announced pointing in a random direction as if saying "Charge!"
And Brooke happily laughed in the rain.
Title: Grand Line Weather
Written for: Rimon
Rating: PG-13 for language, but G for crack o_O
Pairing(s): None! Fear the Brooke crack
Disclaimer: Eiichiro Oda owns One Piece... I have no clue who owns the song.
Warnings: Cracky
Author's Notes: Weee for omakes
The weather on the grand line was unique, to say the least. Bat-shit crazy was the more commonly used description. It wasn't quite living up to expectations for the time being though. The rain was the type you'd see anywhere else in the world, cold, wet, and relatively boring when expecting life-threatening circumstances. Nami had assured them all it would be docile if long-lasting but still, Brooke couldn't help expecting a little more. Dancing around on the wet deck twirling his cane and top hat as if it were an umbrella he cheerfully sang.
"If all the raindrops
Were lemon drops and gum drops
Oh what a rain it would be
Standing outside with my mouth open wide..."
And happily miming what is he would be doing in such a rain, Brooke opened his mouth beyond human proportions and sang, mouth wide open, "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh ahhh ah ah ah ahh ahhhhhhhh"
They weren't anywhere near a winter island but what was the sense in letting a good song go unfinished?
"If all the snowflakes
Were candy bars and milkshakes
Oh what a snow it would be
Standing outside with my mouth open wide...
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh ahhhh ah ah ah ahhh ahhhhhh"
Chopper was used to seeing Brooke dance around in all weathers but this particular display of trying to drink the rain made the small reindeer worried that the skeleton musician was trying to drown himself. "BROOKE!!!!" he scurried over quickly, filled with concern, "What are you doing?"
Brooke leaned down and smiled broadly, "Listen to my song," he explained before launching himself into the next verse.
"If all the sunbeams
Were chocolate chips and ice cream
Oh what a sun it would be
Standing outside with my mouth open wide..."
This time Brooke coaxed Chopper to join him halfway through in standing, feet planted, mouth open wide, trying to eat the imaginary ice cream. "Ah ah ah ah ahhh ahh ah ah ah ahhhh," Chopper's higher-pitched voice chimed in.
Usopp watched them eating rain like retarded turkeys about to drown and also grew very concerned, rushing over to rescue them from themselves, or taste the rain and see what was so special about it.
"It's a song," Chopper explained brightly, "About sugary good food."
"Ahhhh yes," Usopp struck a pose, "I remember this song well, I wrote it on one of my many adventures during the island of food that fell like weather."
Chopper's eyes grew sparkly with admiration, "WOW!!! Really?!"
Brooke kept an amused smile to himself, not bothering to point out the obvious deception that the song was two-hundred years old. Besides, just like every kid who once had a sweet tooth, Brooke secretly hoped such an island did exist and with the grand line, anything was possible.
Usopp joined the next verse happily singing along.
"If all the sleet
Was icky spinach and beets
Ew what a sleet it would be
Standing outside with my mouth closed up tight
Mmmm Mmmm mmm mm mm mm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mm mmm mm."
Sanji watched them bemusedly from where he was smoking his cigarette and despite the rain, opted to join them for his favorite verse.
"If all the hail
Was frog's legs and land snail
Oh what a hail that would be
Standing outside with my mouth open wide..."
But the chef was rapidly interrupted by this with, "EW! NO!"
"You say mouth CLOSED for that verse!" Usopp objected vociferously.
"EW! I don't want to eat frog legs and snails!" Chopper protested.
Sanji arched a curly eyebrow, "You didn't seem to have problems with it the other night."
"WHAAAAAT?!" Usopper and Chopper yelled angrily much to Brooke's echoing laughter.
The musician skipped along the side of the ship as the other three kept arguing, moving smoothly into other songs that fit the mood and weather.
"Besides!" Sanji finally yelled angrily, "There's no such island!"
"You who believe in the All Blue want to insist there's no island that snows candy bars and rains gum drops?!" Usopp yelled back, "Besides I WENT there! And there were no snails!"
"Then who'd want to go?" Sanji retorted crankily.
"I want to go to the island!" Chopper pouted.
"We should add a verse about meat, then Luffy would definitely find it," Usopp answered jokingly.
This latter part reached Brooke's ears and musing to himself he sang to them.
"If all the wind gusts
Were meat bones and pie crusts
Oh what a wind it would be
Standing outside with my mouth open wide..."
They all opened their mouths and sang, "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh ahhhh ah ah ah ah ahhh ahhhhhhh."
Somehow as if coming out of a weird trance, Luffy found them and said, "Did someone say wind made of meat?"
They nodded and explained the song.
"To the island of weather food!!" Luffy announced pointing in a random direction as if saying "Charge!"
And Brooke happily laughed in the rain.