A banded, bulbous – snarfblat.
Ariel and Flounder: Oohhh.
Scuttle: Now, the snarfblat dates back to prehistorical times, when humans used
to sit around, and stare at each other all day. Got very boring. So, they
invented the snarfblat to make fine music. Allow me.
(Scuttle blows into the pipe; seaweed pops out the other end.)
Ariel: Music? Oh, the concert! Oh my gosh, my father’s gonna kill me!
Flounder: The concert was today?
Scuttle: (Still contemplating pipe.) Maybe you could make a little planter
out of it or somethin’.
Ariel: Uh, I’m sorry, I’ve gotta go. Thank you Scuttle. (Waves.)
Scuttle: Anytime sweetie, anytime.
(Cut to Flotsam and Jetsam, then Ursula in background watching magic
projection of Ariel swimming.)
Ursula: Yeeeeeees, hurry home, princess. We wouldn’t want to miss old daddy’s
celebration, now, would we? Huh! Celebration indeed. Bah! In MY day, we
had fantastical feasts when I lived in the palace. And now, look at me -
wasted away to practically nothing – banished and exiled and practically
starving, while he and his flimsy fish-folk celebrate. Well, I’ll give ’em
something to celebrate soon enough. Flotsam! Jetsam! I want you to keep an
extra close watch on this pretty little daughter of his. She may be the key
to Triton’s undoing. . . .
(Fade to the palace throne room where Ariel is being admonished.)
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