Never seen the Snorks, but of course I remember the Smurfs.Tawmis wrote:I think it goes back to most kids cartoons feature characters who typically have high pitched voices (from Saturday Morning Cartoons back in the day: Smurfs, Snorks, among others). But to be fair, all of those cartoons were probably out before you were even born.Rath Darkblade wrote: Oh? *surprised* Why do higher voices sound funnier?
I'm sorry, I've been performing music for nearly 13 years now - so I don't usually higher voices with comedy. (Only with sopranos)
Haven't seen them since I was a kid, but yes. Their "la la la la la la" song used to drive me nuts after about age 8, because that was about the time that my little sister started watching them - and singing along - until I wanted to facepalm. So, yeah. I even wrote the Smurfs (or a parody thereof) into one of my QfG fanfics.
Many years ago, I wrote a fanfic that spanned the whole of QfG, from Spielburg to Silmaria - and my hero managed to save the day, in spite of being a drunk. It was (obviously) called Quest for Sobriety. *hint, nudge* Anyway, let me see if I can find the right scene... *clickety-click* Ah, yes... from Quest for Sobriety, Part 3: Wages of Boar (set in Tarna, obviously)...
Uh, sweet dreams.(intro: our hero, Paravan - thanks to Harami's help - has just disengaged from his Demon opponent, and is running up the long staircase to face the Demon Wizard)
As he exited Reeshaka's chamber, he ran straight into a long, narrow, and very steep staircase. It seemed the only way to get anywhere. Furthermore, there was a sign at the bottom of the staircase. Paravan took a closer look at it.
The sign erupted into life, and various light bulbs switched on and off while a cheesy tune played. The sign said: "This way to the Demon Wizard Secret Lab. Come along for a night of enjoyment, fun and action, as we summon the Most Evil Old One. Hey, maybe we can sell you some popcorn and sodie too." A smaller sign underneath read, in almost faded letters: "Keep Out. This means YOU."
Paravan gulped and began his ascent. As he went, he could see that there were little purple creatures embedded in the walls, which were coming out as he went past them.
Perhaps this is a good idea to pause and explain. Due to the release of magic brought on by the death of Ad Avis, many very weird creatures were formed where-ever concentration of magic was high. These little purple guys are thankfully very rare. Each is similar to a human being except for a few major differences. They are about six inches high; their skin is purple; and they wear floppy white shoes and hats.
Oh, and did I mention that they drone on and on in a very monotone voice, singing a singularly unpleasant, maddening tune? In just about every respect, then, these creatures are similar to smurfs. However (apart from the fact that their skin is purple, whereas the smurfs are blue), these guys are definitely not smurfs. They are much, much sillier. The problem is that that they choose, for whatever unfathomable reason, to snuff illegal and possibly dangerous substances. Because they are smurfs who snuff, they are known as snurfs.
As could be expected, some of them were giggling while singing their song; some of them were singing while grooving to interesting patterns of light and shade on their hats; and some of the extreme cases were singing while falling over and trying to get up again.
There were millions of them, and the Lost City was echoing with their exasperating, abominable song: "La la la la la la, la la la la laaaa..." Of course, this song was predictably broken by frequent giggling and cries of "I, like, fell down and I can't, like, get up, man!"
It is said that the song of the smurfs might send a man insane. The song of the snurfs, however, is will send a man to the verges of insanity and keep him there, in which condition he will be quite comatose and unable to fight back against their vile titters and nefarious grooves, not to mention their vicious and unspeakable falling-down rituals. It is rumoured that the last known person to listen to the snurfs died when his brain dribbled out of his nose.
Boy, it sure is a long staircase! Paravan thought, while the snurfs surrounded him, their villainous song ringing high, uncontaminated depravity in their burning eyes, pure evil in their giggles.
(Luckily for our hero, and for Tarna, Harami 'borrowed' a pair of ear muffs from the junk dealers before being pushed through Kreesha's portal to the Lost City. Harami has no use for them, so he gives them to our hero, who puts them on. Thus he cannot be driven nuts).
(Oh, and here's a little spoiler: when our thief hero defeats the Demon Wizard by throwing the magic grapnel at him, here's what happens:
The Snurfs stopped singing their inane tune. They looked at each other and at themselves stupidly, as if seeing themselves for the first time; then instinct took over and they began singing another inane tune:
"Ding dong, the Wizard's dead!
Got a grapnel in the head!
Ding dong, the Demon Wizard's dead!"
I definitely had fun writing the different things Pawl the Dorf goes through for the 2nd Season of NeN.Rath Darkblade wrote: I look forward to it! Poor Pawl...
[/quote]Oh dear... you mean Pawl's 'transformations' are not yet over? Poor Pawl... poor, poor Pawl!
Does he eventually gets resurrected as a dwarf and stays that way? It would probably be a nice way to close that circle.
