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turnip: Hi Barlow.
barlow: Hi Turnip. What're you doing?
turnip: I'm pretty sure that this is a trap. I think the sheriff set this thing up to catch me. I'm looking into trying to disarm it right now.
turnip: So what's new with you?
barlow: Why are you trying to disarm the trap? You know it's a trap... you can just avoid it.
turnip: Well, I know it's a trap, but what about any other paper mammals who come along?
turnip: I have a responsibility to look after my brethren. Most of them are not as clever as I am. Only I can match wits against the Sheriff.
barlow: Why aren't you asking about my hair?
turnip: What about your hair?
barlow: It's purple.
turnip: Oh, I'm sorry, Barlow. It's just not something that I would notice. Paper mammals only see in black and white.
barlow: Oh.
barlow: Can I help you disarm that trap?
turnip: No, I can take care of it. Besides, it's my responsibility to protect my species.
turnip: Wait... do you hear voices? It sounds like the Sheriff.
barlow: Yeah, I hear him all right.
turnip: Barlow, go keep lookout for me while I try to disarm this trap.
barlow: Righty.
sheriff: Well, this IS serious. What can we do about it?
rebecca: That's the problem. There's nothing that can BE done. It's going to kill him.
barlow: I wonder who they're talking about.
rebecca: It starts harmless enough, but the symptoms get progressively worse until it kills him.
rebecca: There are five steps to the curse...
rebecca: First, there's the purple hair. Second, his skin will start to take on the same color. Third, he'll develop a case of hiccups. The fourth symptom is a near total paralysis, and the fifth is death.
rebecca: And not just any death. They call it "the screaming death" because of the agonizing pain.
barlow: I... I don't believe it...
rebecca: And worst of all, there's NO WAY to break the curse.
crystal: You're wrong about that, Rebecca! There's just got to be a cure, and I won't rest until I've found it!
sheriff: Well, that's a noble goal. Does Barlow know about this yet?
rebecca: No, and I suggest we don't tell him.
sheriff: Right, you know how he'd react.
barlow: They won't even tell me about it?!
barlow: I makes me so mad!
turnip: Barlow, what's wrong?
barlow: What is the Sheriff planning?
turnip: I don't know, but it must be big. In the last few days, he hasn't been setting nearly as many traps as he usually does.
barlow: Do you think I'm old enough to take care of myself?
turnip: Of course you are.
barlow: Well, the others don't seem to think so.
turnip: Uh... I'm sure they have their reasons.
barlow: They think I'm going to die! They think the curse is going to kill me!
turnip: Wow. That's just... bad.
barlow: Yeah, and they won't even tell me about it! They want to find a way to break the curse without me. Even Crystal is swearing to find the cure!
turnip: What do you think about it all?
barlow: I'm mad that they won't even tell me about it! This is about me!
barlow: I should give them a piece of my mind!
turnip: Right. It's not nice for them to keep these things from you.
turnip: But they ARE trying to take care of the situation. Maybe Crystal WILL find a cure for you.
barlow: I... don't know... or care.
turnip: You don't care? Barlow, they say you're going to die.
barlow: Yeah... I guess so...
turnip: Well, maybe Crystal can find a cure for you before it's too late.
barlow: I don't believe that this curse is fatal! Or even a curse at all!
barlow: It's just some sort of elaborate trick!
turnip: What're you going to do?
barlow: Why do you think Crystal wants to help save me?
turnip: I dunno. Maybe she's... you know, got a thing for you.
barlow: Oh, that can't be right. She just wants something that she can hold over me.
barlow: The last thing I'm going to do is let Crystal save my life!
barlow: I have to find a way to break the curse before she does!
turnip: Great! How can I help?
barlow: Why don't they want to tell me about it?
barlow: It doesn't matter whether they care about me or not. They should tell me these sorts of things!
turnip: Well, maybe they're just worried about...
barlow: About what?!
turnip: Never mind.
barlow: No... what?!
turnip: Well, there was the time then the dentist told you that your wisdom teeth would have to come out. You didn't react too well to that.
barlow: But... that was about pain. I don't handle pain well.
turnip: Barlow, I think this is going to be worse. Unless someone finds a way to cure it.
barlow: I'm not going to give Crystal the satisfaction of thinking she can save my life!
turnip: So?
barlow: So it's my mission to prove that this curse is not real!
turnip: Sounds good. How can I help?
barlow: I don't need any help. I can take care of this by myself.
turnip: Aw, come on...
barlow: Well, if you want something to do, keep an eye on the others.
turnip: Right! I'll let you know if I learn anything.
barlow: Well, that'll keep Turnip busy. Now I can concentrate on my mission.
barlow: and I don't need anyone's help at all!
barlow: Oh! I forgot...
barlow: Uh... hello? Turnip? Anyone? I... I need a little help here...