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“Sorry, scuse me, pardon me!” the ogre yelled as he pushed back the crowds of film crew on the backlot. Say what you will about him, but he was still pretty good at manners when he needed to be; it’s an important part of customer service, after all.
He didn’t know how long he had been running for; a week, a lifetime, an hour and a half? All he knew was that he had to get to that frog and his friends. There had to be something more than that small town, doing whatever task needed. He could be a star!
Corridor after corridor passed him by. He wasn’t really sure at this point how he was going to be able to find them; he had assumed that he’d be able to figure it out somehow.
That is, until he paused for a second, almost out of breath, and heard it. Some sweet melody he had never heard before, and yet felt so familiar, coming from the theater right next to him.
He flung open the door, picking up mach speed, perhaps not caring that he seemed to be careening towards the screen. He had finally done it. Sweetums had found the ending.