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Yep, there are even wooden apples carved out of the gunwale. The windows are exactly the same, too. The only difference I can see is how the mast (foremast?) was assembled.
And then they make it plain. (Pretty sure it’s the same ship.)
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Good times. Good times…
Not with that attitude they’re not!
Puffy D Flooffy.
Pipsqueak? He seems like the seagoin’ pony type.
No. The tool used for gardening. She also has Scootaloo to help plant some seeds.
Would that be Sweetie?
And plenty of gardening hoes.
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You forgot the movie star.
And you’ll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful trip,
That started from this Manehattan port,
Aboard this tiny ship.
The mates were three filly gals,
The Skipper brave and sure.
Four friends set sail that day,
To find Gabby’s cutie mark for sure,
A cutie mark for sure.
The weather started getting rough,
But the tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
The Crusader would be lost.
The Crusader would be lost.
The ship set aground on the shore
Of this uncharted desert isle
With Applebloom,
The Skipper too.
Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle,
Here on Gabriela’s Isle!
Was the Walloping Window Blind.
No gale that blew dismayed her crew
Or troubled the captain’s mind.
The man at the wheel was taught to feel
Contempt for the wildest blow.
And it often appeared when the weather had cleared
That he’d been in his bunk below.
The boatswain’s mate was very sedate,
Yet fond of amusement too;
And he played hopscotch with the starboard watch
While the captain tickled the crew.
And the gunner we had was apparently mad
For he stood on the cannon’s tail,
And fired salutes in the captain’s boots
In the teeth of a booming gale.
The captain sat in a commodore’s hat
And dined in a royal way
On toasted pigs and pickles and figs
And gummery bread each day.
But the rest of us ate from an odious plate
For the food that was given the crew
Was a number of tons of hot cross buns
Chopped up with sugar and glue.
We all felt ill as mariners will
On a diet that’s cheap and rude,
And the poop deck shook when we dipped the cook
In a tub of his gluesome food.
Then nautical pride we laid aside,
And we cast the vessel ashore
On the Gulliby Isles, where the Poohpooh smiles
And the Anagazanders roar.
Composed of sand was that favored land
And trimmed in cinnamon straws;
And pink and blue was the pleasing hue
Of the Tickletoeteaser’s claws.
We climbed to the edge of a sandy ledge
And soared with the whistling bee,
And we only stopped at four o’clock
For a pot of cinnamon tea.
From dawn to dark, on rubagub bark
We fed, till we all had grown
Uncommonly thin. Then a boat blew in
On a wind from the torriby zone.
She was stubby and square, but we didn’t much care,
And we cheerily put to sea.
We plotted a course for the Land of Blue Horse,
Due west ’cross the Peppermint Sea.
Glad I’m not the only one who remembers it!
@sumbozo
“No, the name of my ship is the… Lollipop! It’s a good ship.”
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The CMC probably.
“I can’t wait to see who I’ll get shipped with.”
Nope. I accidentally made a comparison joke.
Oh, you watched that show too?