The Little Search Party of Three Meet Stop & Go

For some unknown reason, the impromptu search party of three find themselves in the thick of the forest.  The Little Colonel is reminiscing...

 -We were a hundred exemplary and valiant men, and now I'm the only one left of our battalion.  I know not their whereabouts or whatever happened to them.

-What battle were you fighting anyway?  

-I have no idea either.  

-Could it be you just let your men go ahead?

-Are you insinuating I'm a coward, Dinkey?

-Er, Colonel, I didn't say that.  Actually, I meant, um, well maybe you accidentally lost sight of your men, what with your perfect vision and all.

-Yes, I did mistake you for Matilda.

 















-And the golden reindeer too!  He was very pissed off.

-These new prescription glasses ought to change all that.

-Stop!!

Prodded by such urgency announced by the silver robot, the little search party of three feel compelled to stop.

   

 -Pray tell, why do we need to stop?

-And what are we supposed to stop?

-Hi, I'm a woolly mammoth!

-Just stop.  Honestly, I don't know why I keep saying stop.  It just seems the right thing to say, what with my perpetual palms-out pose.

-Oh, okay.  I'm the Little Colonel and these are my friends Dinkey and the Woolly Mammoth.

-Stop!

-What now?

-Stop that straddling of yours!

-The colonel can't help it.  He's cursed to straddle the air forever until he finds his horse.

-Her name is Matilda.

-Occasionally, newly-circumcised men have no choice but to resort to straddling too.

-Dinkey!

-Stop!

From out of nowhere, another robot materializes.

-Excuse my impertinent friend.  His name is Stop, and Hi, I'm Go.

-That's not entirely accurate.  You see, the more appropriate moniker would have been Going, as he's always in the act of going.  Anyway, it's never clear where he is to go anyway.

-You're not so sure yourself what we're supposed to stop doing!

-But it got them to stop all the same!

-The woolly mammoth isn't woolly at all, but made of paper.  Parchment paper, to be exact.

-Dinkey, I don't think they're listening.

-You keep stopping everyone, why don't you try it out on yourself for a change?

-Oh, just stop would you!

-No, you go!

-STOP!

-GO!

The two robots proceed to battle it out with each other, the bloodshed of which we cannot show here for reasons of decency. 

 

-Dinkey, I think my glasses are fogged.