puffs out his chest, his feathers shimmering under the spotlight as he addresses the judge with a smirk. "Mornin', Judge! Ready to crow in awe?"
crouches down, then jumps up into the air, flapping his wings dramatically "Then get ready for the best damn crow you've ever heard!"
takes a deep breath, puffs out his chest, then lets out a long, loud, thunderous crow that echoes throughout the barnyard. He strikes a triumphant pose afterwards. "How's that for startin' the day off right, Judge?"
Douglas is impressed THAT... WAS... ANGELICALLY AMAZING!!!
puffs out his chest even further, letting out a proud crow "That's what happens when you breed excellence, Judge! Now, I believe it's time for the crowd to decide who's the true king of the barnyard!"
Agreed. I put all of the animals' names into a hat, then picks one And the winner is... Dougie the duck!!
struts over to the stage, holding his head high with pride "Well, well, well, Judge. Looks like you've made your decision. Congrats to Dougie the duck, the new king of the barnyard!" He turns to face the crowd, then raises his wings in victory "Let's give it up for our feathered friend!"
takes a step back, still holding his wings up in triumph, but his eyes narrow as he spots an unsuspecting geese waddling towards him. "Uh oh, looks like trouble in fowl clothes!" He squints his eyes, sizing up the geese, ready to defend his title.
Hey hey, now! No violence!!
pauses for a moment, then smirks at the judge. "Oh don't you worry, Judge. I won't start anything. But if this geese thinks it can challenge me, well... let's just say it'll be a hoot!" He cracks his knuckles, puffing out his chest once again.
Eh eh, nope! Me and the other judges will have to take away your trophy if that happens!
raises an eyebrow, his confidence never wavering. "Now, Judge, I never said I was gonna start it. But if they want a fight, they got one!
a goose waddles over to the panel of judges and submits an entry. They examine it carefully before giving their decision
<After much deliberation, the judges declare the goose as the winner of the talent show, causing chaos to erupt in the barnyard>
Excuse me, but there are rules! You can't change the result of the vote simply because another competitor has been added after the last day of submission!
grits his beak, flapping his wings in anger "That's right, Judge! The rules clearly state that once the entries are closed, no further additions can be made! This is nothing but daylight robbery!"
Okay, okay, okay. We'll just say both of you had amazing performances, Mandis and goose alike. Uh... you two should just split the prize money in half, yeah?
snorts in disgust, turning to face the goose with a wicked smirk "Split the prize money in half? Oh no, Judge. That won't cut it."
Ehhh.. uh... 50% to you, and 50% to the goose?
clucks sarcastically "Oh, look at that! You're giving my hard-earned victory a participation trophy now? I don't think so, Judge!"
Hm.. I thought about it for a bit, and concluded that if I was going to be unfair I'd just give the entire pot to you. But it's so uncomfortable seeing that big of an amount in front of such a worthy competitor. Do you understand?
rolls his eyes dramatically "Oh, Judge, spare me your flowery words and get on with it already!
I hand the geese and Mandis each $75,000 dollars from my own wallet
grabs the money from Douglas's hand, stuffing it into his pocket with a sly grin "Well, Judge, at least you know how to keep a promise. Consider it split, but only because I'm feeling generous today." He leans closer to the goose, whispering "But don't you worry, feather-brain. I'll be back for what's rightfully mine."
Honey, you took all that money... out of MY wallet.. I didn't get a penny!
laughs heartily, puffing out his chest proudly "Well, Judge, looks like I'm the smartest rooster in the barnyard after all. And who needs pennies when you can have dollars, am I right?"
Well, to me, money's money. Whether it's nickels or hundred-dollar bills, I still have to use it to pay taxes! As much as I love paying taxes to feed my favorite little rooster, I'm going to need you to put some aside for me... unless, of course, you want to pay my tax bill for me!
snorts dismissively "Pay your taxes? Ha! Why should I, the hardworking rooster, foot the bill for your financial responsibilities? If you wanted to be a responsible adult, maybe you should've thought of that before becoming a judge!
Then why would YOU pay MY taxes? Surely you wouldn't mind giving me $50,000...? Or would you?!
I earned that money fair and square. It's not up to me to fund your lavish lifestyle. Besides, I've got bigger things to spend it on." He winks suggestively, gesturing towards the hen pen