We the Pumpkins Three

An animated poem set in the Magical Land of Riigo-Faloo about the old elven tale of a woman and her story with the Pumpkins Three. Made entirely within the space of just one week for the brickfilming contest BRAWL (Brickfilm Rapidly All Week Long) Camera: Nikon D31000 FPS: 15 Microphone: Blue Snowball. This is part of the Riigo-Faloo storyline which I have been DEVELOPING for some time. Riigo-Faloo can also be seen in my other films Sharks and Clowns (http://youtu.be/MNERL6rRAf8) and The Lost Invention (http://youtu.be/tSjlPrcHi3M). This story is set over 700 years before the events of Sharks and Clowns in the First Imperial Era. However, the story is not necessarily an actual event in Faloovian history, but a popular story. There are many tales about the Pumpkins three, but no one is sure if they were actually true or not. This specific poem was written by an elven bard over a century after the events supposedly transpired. It remains a popular sort of fairytale in all Faloo. Hidden someplace in this video is a ninja, a Slenderman, and a barrel of parrots. Can you find them? (The Slenderman is actually hidden twice) The Poem: Once upon a time in Faloo In times before the Rule of Two In that place you’d know as Korange There we lived with faces orange We are called the Pumpkins Three We grant you wishes for a fee Just come to us with your desire We are the best in the empire They came to us from here to there but there’s one tale we’d like to share A she-elf came to us one day She had come from far away She came to Korange with hair of orange She dressed in red a maid unwed But something there did look amiss A something one could not dismiss She looked quite wrong and out of place For the maiden here had not a face ‘Twas there and then the elf in red Beseeched us to restore her head She wanted eyes so she could see A mouth as well to taste her tea But her lips she most did miss For faceless elves can never kiss We said we would grant her request But first she should go on a quest It is our notion to brew up a potion So we three said to the she-elf in red We thought to mix her a mighty elixir For things that are tragic are fixed up by magic So said we, the Pumpkins Three But before this potion’s enveloped We implore it must be developed In the dungeon known as Pilver trolls have left some Tears of Silver fight the beast and bring them here For we do need one silver tear But don’t forget we need your fee For what we do is not for free You will go to find Keep Gurple There you’ll find a Potion Purple It will suffice to pay your price We spoke our asks, she went to tasks She fought a troll and paid her toll Then she came here with items two We mixed a tear into our brew Our potion done, for that we knew Equal to none but save a few We cut a hole for her to drink A grisly toll we all did think There was a flash of brilliant light It shined at us so blindingly bright There was a glare and it cleared But then and there her face appeared It was a scare all burnt and seared She saw she was hideous and looked quite insidious Her face was quite horrible, ‘twas greatly deplorable Until then we’d omitted how she’d been troll-witted She once had a face that one could admire But that then did change in her brush with fire She came to us to forget her face Better none than one out of place Develop we can when errors we make Better’s a man who’s learned from mistake The lesson here of our little vinjet: Mem’ry is dear, so please don’t forget (In Riigo-Faloo, vignette is spelled vinjet)