Parsley: | So how are do we get across? |
Lacy: | My cousin Iris Sibirica let me have these pellets to turn into an ice-cream float! With that, we can safely... |
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Lacy: | AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! |
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Lacy: | This is strawberry ice-cream! How did it even get here? |
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Lanschi: | Hey, that's my second favourite flavour, right after baloney. |
Lacy: | We are not using strawberries! I hate strawberries! |
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Lacy: | We are lost! Doomed! And worst of all, we will have to forfeit the race! Unless I can think of something else, of course. |
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Lanschi: | Could you, uh, part the river? |
Lacy: | Of course not, do I look like some kind of deity? |
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Parsley: | But you can fly, right? I know it's not precisely permitted, but we could utilise a similar process to reverse the Newtonian forces affecting the flow of water particles to empirically... |
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Lacy: | Hey, this isn't some hocus pocus "science", you know? I do magic here. |