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Peter Pan asks you for happy thoughts and your response is anarchy and violence. Just some Seven Dwarfs Things. Unless you're a pure, perfect soul like Dopey.

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"Old'r than the trees. Old'r than the dirt. I can still outdance anybody. Still got it."

If he loses, they just get Happy. They don't just yodel in that cottage...

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"It's like asking me if I approve of dwarfs!" "That's different, there's no such thing as gay dwarfs." "C'mon Arthur, you've read Snow White. Seven little men living together like that? Wake up and smell the coffee." "Aw Maude, that's just a fairytale." "See?" Happy Pride.

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Remember those days of the Company Named Channel playing music videos and they would all dance? He's getting nostalgic tonight. "Good ol' days." Yes Doc, that's what the narration- Anyway. He's plugging in something decidedly not Company approved...

Boom, boom, boom, boom I want you in my room! Let's spend the night together... from now until forever!

Oh Doc, you're going to get so many D-Merits for this. Suppose he doesn't actually know what the lyrics mean since he is a bit of a grandpa. It's a far cry from Good Vibrations, old man.

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Sloop John B is Dopey asking you for bail money to get Doc and Grumpy out of jail on the worst vacation to Cape Canaveral. He's hired a band to perform the song since he can't speak but he's an excellent song writer. This was my thought when I was seven. It hasn't gone away after twenty-five years-ish so you get to suffer.

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"My 'oroscope says use it or lose it."

"Well, s'plains why my lunch is gone. Early dwarf gets the gooseberry pie."

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He didn't get much done (and neither did the mun) but it's bed time. He's going to need all the shut eye he can get at this rate.

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"Rumor goin' 'round I ain't a real doctor."

He inhales. This ought to be good... "Jus' cause I ain't got a many fachine an' gotta go to some fella named Mike fer imagin' ain't mean nothin'! I can still put yer took- uh, foot back, clear yer ears, an' deliver yer mail!"

He accepts gooseberry pie instead of monetary payment. "An' polecat antivenom!" (First Day of Rural Medicine)

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Maybe he should organize a cruise to Bermuda. It's going to be him and Timon trying to forget everything terrible that has ever happened ever.

Would the company let them go AWOL? Probably not... But they could cut in line on the Aqua Mouse! And it would mean they wouldn't have to sail Carnival. Euuugh. The Florida of the Seas.

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Really?! Someone catch Dopey ( @wishingxuponxstars) before he puts out an eye!

"Anyone catchin' the lil' fella in preen and gurple- uh, greep an- Someone's gotta 'elp me go aft'r 'im! I'll give ya somethin'! Anythin' ya name!"

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Anonymous asked: so like a dwarf version of jareth the goblin king

The most grandpa version ever. Extra grandpa.

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Reminder to make that an official verse tomorrow after my dr appointment. What's the difference between Doc and a full fae? Doc says you take take one of his spare names, they suck. He can touch metal just fine. But babies? Shiny things? Oooh.

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( @bypoisedapples is so alone... but something is about to happen!)

Though he had never been to the city and his aching feet reminded him of every step he had to take to get there, Doc was astounded at just how grey things had become. Not only was the sky stricken, but everything around him was devoid of color. They were mourning. He remembered the king as a good man who had personally greeted the dwarfs when they had built their cottage and offered them help; a pear tree and other seedlings to start in their new lives. Doc would represent them. Doc kept his cloak held tightly around him as he tried to fight through the waves of people. He was diminutive. Despite his heft, he found himself tossed about the halls and being pulled further and further away from the ornate casket being placed on display far above the citizenry to pay their final respects. "Ooof...!" Doc's feet squeaked against the polished marble and sent him fumbling across. He was too far away now. It was likely off limits and a guard would drag him out. With a frustrated wheeze, Doc lowered his hood.

"Boves- uh, doves...?" He fixed his glasses upon his nose and straightened himself onto his feet. He could have sworn he heard cooing... Or was that crying? "Oh..." It was a funeral. Perhaps a maid wasn't taking the loss of the king very well.

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The cottage is silent.

That means Dopey is missing.

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Take it From an Old Man

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If one peers into the cottage front window, you can see Doc on the floor. That doesn't look very comfortable. Hopefully that's just a napping spot in front of the hearth. Hopefully.

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Hot to Go but it's the Seven Dwarfs on the cottage lawn. It's Happy teaching them this "great new song". Only Doc and Grumpy have opted to sit in lawn chairs and sip lemonade to watch the chaos. Bashful is too terrified to even make an 'H'. Sneezy has the spirit but he's floating away since it's allergy season again. Sleepy has collapsed to fall asleep, ass in the air, but he's still vibing to the music. Dopey can't spell but he's having a great time!

I am not sorry if this idea starts living in your head. It had to leave mine at some point so it's gotta get written out.