Part One (633 KB) - Whoa is (Not)
Part One (633 KB) - Whoa is (Not)
Part One (633 KB) - Whoa is (Not)
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“<strong>One</strong> bottle of beer on the wall, one bottle of beer… you take one down, you pass it around, no more<br />
bottles of beer on the wall.”<br />
In the driver’s seat, Lew<strong>is</strong> let out a small sigh of relief, which was shared with most of the other D<strong>is</strong>aster<br />
Area members. After long last, the song was finally over.<br />
But Bill and Ted weren’t done yet. After sitting in silence for a grand total of ten seconds, Bill<br />
remembered something.<br />
“Do you know that the Brit<strong>is</strong>h version has green bottles instead” he asked.<br />
Ted perked up. “Really”<br />
A sudden sense of great foreboding washed over Lew<strong>is</strong>.<br />
“Yeah, and the bottles don’t get passed around, they just fall off the wall.”<br />
Ted grinned. “Excellent!”<br />
Sitting next to them, the thought ‘I bet those Brit<strong>is</strong>h people hear our version and think Americans are<br />
always getting drunk’ floated aimlessly around Eric the keyboard<strong>is</strong>t’s head. Next to him, Ashley and<br />
Ivan were engaged in their 111 th tic-tac-toe game.<br />
“…So it’s just ‘a hundred green bottles, hanging on the wall’,” Bill started singing. Upfront, Lew<strong>is</strong><br />
grimaced. “A hundred green bottles, hanging on the wall, and if one green bottle were to accidentally<br />
fall, there’ll be ninety-nine green bottles, hanging on the wall.”<br />
Ted joined in at the next verse, and the duo’s not-completely-in-tune voices filled the van once again.<br />
Eric groaned and buried h<strong>is</strong> face in h<strong>is</strong> hands.<br />
“Are we there yet” Ivan called out.<br />
**<br />
“I don’t see any hills,” Ted observed some time after the van turned into Hill Valley. “Or valleys,” he<br />
added, and then sighed. “Bill, I think that we have been most egregiously deceived.”<br />
Upfront, Lew<strong>is</strong> shook h<strong>is</strong> head. He pulled into the driveway of the rented house, then yelled at the<br />
others to get out and unload. He hopped out of the van, dropped the keys, swore, picked them up,<br />
dropped them again, swore again, and picked them up again. Having spent several hours cooped up in<br />
the driver’s seat of the van l<strong>is</strong>tening to badly-sung songs about bottles had had adverse effects on h<strong>is</strong><br />
temper and motor skills.<br />
The two culprits in question now gazed thoughtfully at the house before them.<br />
“It looks inhabitable,” Bill decided.<br />
“Yeah,” Ted agreed, and then Ivan shoved a snare drum at him and told him to get moving.<br />
<strong>Not</strong> long after, Bill and Ted found themselves shut out of the garage, wherein D<strong>is</strong>aster Area had just<br />
started their first practice in Hill Valley.<br />
“What do they expect us to do out here” Bill asked.<br />
Ted shrugged and nudged a rock about with h<strong>is</strong> shoe. Then an idea struck him, and h<strong>is</strong> face lit up.<br />
“A hundred green bottles, hanging on the wall,” he started. “A hundred green bottles, hanging on the-“<br />
The garage back door flew open and an irate Lew<strong>is</strong> stuck h<strong>is</strong> head out. “Haven’t you two had enough of<br />
that song” he yelled. “Shut up, okay Go far away, and shut up, and stop being an insult to music!”<br />
The door slammed shut.<br />
Ted blinked. “But I wasn’t insulting-“<br />
Bill pulled at h<strong>is</strong> friend’s sleeve. “Let’s get out of here, dude. I don’t think we’re wanted.”