tangled-2
Original: tangled-2 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Prince (standing at the base of a tall tower from which a braid of long blonde hair hangs down): I gotta climb your hair all the way up there to marry you?
Panel 2:
Prince: You know hairs have natural oils, right? When was the last time you washed it? It's like old yarn that got dropped in grease.
Panel 3:
Prince: Are you aware that there are like 10 million girls already down here? At ground level? No evil sorcery or nothing.
Panel 4:
Woman in the tower window (long blonde hair): I'm a hereditary noble. Guaranteed lifetime income if you marry me.
Panel 5 (the prince now climbing up the hanging braid of hair):
Prince: Ugh, god, it's got dead animals in it.
Votey:
The woman in the tower window, smirking with a half-smile: Yes, yes, touch my filthy hair...
Prince (standing at the base of a tall tower from which a braid of long blonde hair hangs down): I gotta climb your hair all the way up there to marry you?
Panel 2:
Prince: You know hairs have natural oils, right? When was the last time you washed it? It's like old yarn that got dropped in grease.
Panel 3:
Prince: Are you aware that there are like 10 million girls already down here? At ground level? No evil sorcery or nothing.
Panel 4:
Woman in the tower window (long blonde hair): I'm a hereditary noble. Guaranteed lifetime income if you marry me.
Panel 5 (the prince now climbing up the hanging braid of hair):
Prince: Ugh, god, it's got dead animals in it.
Votey:
The woman in the tower window, smirking with a half-smile: Yes, yes, touch my filthy hair...
Alt text
A Rapunzel parody. A small prince in a red cape stands at the base of a tall stone tower with a long blonde braid of hair hanging down from the window. Instead of eagerly climbing, he complains: 'I gotta climb your hair all the way up there to marry you?' He goes on about hygiene: 'You know hairs have natural oils, right? When was the last time you washed it? It's like old yarn that got dropped in grease.' Then about his options: 'Are you aware that there are like 10 million girls already down here? At ground level? No evil sorcery or nothing.' The woman in the tower window counters: 'I'm a hereditary noble. Guaranteed lifetime income if you marry me.' In the final panel, the prince is shown climbing up the greasy braid anyway, grimacing: 'Ugh, god, it's got dead animals in it.' Votey: a close-up of the smirking woman in the tower window saying, 'Yes, yes, touch my filthy hair...'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.