Subliminally, it was clear that I had to prepare myself thoroughly for a role beyond Hollywood's great facade, so gathering from seashells wasn't helpful. I only know enchantments with beautiful results."Excellent!" exclaimed her sorcerer, as he calmly balanced his handsome pointy finger between two croissants. "I require sugar for my coffee Potion". While Balthazar was invoking the spirit of Merlin, aromas assailing my senses for this moment, I knew words of powerful suggestion would be such a temptation.
Meanwhile, he sauntered gingerly under his swooping purple umbrella, whirling a mysterious magic Wand. Suddenly, out loud, there came a bloodcurdling scream! "MOVE!"
Frantically, they stood bravely up, ready to defend their souls until they die. "Gesundheit!!!", shouted loud and clearly, echoed the sneeze, so down and dirty that we almost freezed our legs! Terrorized, the pigeons flew over the house.
We gazed up cautiously as a high gorgeous purple-winged-dragon (there came an almighty gust, including my cloak of some yellow silk ) soared swiftly, adverting attention. He disappeared into clouds of Elysium.
We sensed change. The stage was ready to have the big battle of Eutopia. Marshalling the gracious behaviour of heaven-sent Seth, we took our magical swings high in the daunting sky. Loud there, and it reverberated a lot.
Then, empowered by magic, Behman still hoped for those dulcet things, caressing the like of Munchkins. Basically it began exploding fiery and hot. We decided to drive. Our awesome Maserati started talking trash. "Fill her purse." Frankly surprised, Behmen, he suddenly looked up to listen. The struggling voice finally spoke the divine alchemy clearly...
Abracadabra!!
Necessarily we removed our garbage and spew the brain surmounting it. Basically eliminating the chaos resulting from our flight delay! Then I removed my awesome little honesty true-love amulet. We took religion pushers with tax-collectors to the big black void. It would have come to another huge traffic-jam. Then suddenly there was an surprisingly huge volvo driving, driverless, into my way.
I screamed "Baltahazar, watch that plasmabolt above your head!"
Immediately, he morphed into a powerful, mighty eagle with enormous talons, which dangerously flew over the castle.
Shamanic, transforming (house) into obvious diguises, began obliterating every falsehood, useless meaning from deep memories floating underneath.
Cascades of billowing fiery embers blazing upwards. Wielding his sword-of-truth around town, my binoculars attached our memoribillia bymagnetic fields. Aurora Borialis appearing vividly above glorious heroism. Accomplishments reaching highest heights.
Fearless flying monkeys attacking fortresses at his his bequest, he took his big sword and sheathed it with determintation from the hilt.
Announcing his arrival, stepping forward to show his