Ed: Oh…my…gosh…DO YOU GUYS SEE WHAT THIS IS?!
Ed: IT’S A LIMITED-EDITION GOLDEN SHELL SIGNED BY ONE DIRECTION!!!
Edmund: Lucy, this proves everything.
Edmund: We are going to be so rich.
Edmund: No one will tell us what to do!
Edmund: We can live anywhere we want!
Lucy: It’s a shell that came from an underground pool that kills people by turning them into gold!
Edmund: Oh. On second thought, let’s get out of here.
One shell to rule them all, one shell to find them. One shell to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
Who needs funhouse mirrors when you have gold shells that discolor AND stretch your reflection?
Edmund: “What does my future hold?” *sees weirdly distorted reflection* “Ahaaaah…plastic surgery!”
Whoah, an action figure! It’s ARMS move when you push on them *pushes left arm up and down in awe*
~ A Random TLCer
Edmund: “I feel as if everything has been for naught. Being king, a warrior, even living in England. Perhaps I am about to find the true meaning of life, if I could just–” Lucy and Caspian in background: “Oh come ON, Ed! You’ve been eating too much Turkish Delight!”
~ Hiking Peter
And thus, it was at that moment, that Edmund remembered he left the stove on. So shall Narnia be plunged into darkness.
Random merchant off to the side: “Yes, as you can see, sir, this shell is one HUNDRED percent authentic.” Edmund: “Waaaaait a minute…there’s writing on the back!” Merchant: “Uhhhhh….”
Edmund: “Made in China?!?!?!?!?!”
~ Mrs. Beaver
Slowly, Edmund caressed the bird. The Maltese Falcon was his. This is the stuff that dreams are made of. The secret of all wealth.
“Ah, Skandar,” said Andrew, “I think you are channeling the wrong movie.
~ Tom Duffy