Stromboli Wonka was the famous singer of the 70s, he tours New York, Paris, Toronto, London, Romania, etc.
At dusk, Beavis and Butt-head invited Libby to a concert hall in Memphis, Tennessee. Geppetto raced after the SUV but it's too late so he decides to move to the opera house.
Stromboli: Ladies and gentlemen, I'll give you the one, and only, Beavis and Butt-head
(applause and cheers)
Blue Fairy: Just look!
[Stromboli dances with Libby to the rhythm of the 70s and then they gave Stromboli $1,000.00]
Stromboli: Ha-ha! Hey! [IN RUSSIAN ACCENT] Goodnight, don't forget to tell your friends.
[kids cheering and audience applause]
Geppetto: Aw, darn it! I have to get Libby!
[Meanwhile, at Stromboli's peace hippie van, he collected 40,000 dollars that he and Libby won the festival, but Libby is tied to a bed]
Libby: Hey, can you just let me the hell out, I want to go home!
Stromboli: Of course not! You're going back to the orphanage in the morning. And you know what, you're coming back!
After years of a second-rate act on a second-class circuit
After years of obscurity, toiling, in doubt, and in debt
Comes a chance I could perk up luck, and I'm going to perk it
Think of the rapture
Once we recapture
That marvelous marionette.
[(as a female puppet) La la la la, la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la.]
Remember the audience cheering the puppet who's stringless?
(Whoo!)
Remember them throwing those purses of gold our way?
(Yay!)
It's clear, a performance without him is going to bring less.
We've got to find him,
Catch him and bind him.
And cage him again till we stage him again, and they say,
"Hell yeah!"
Bravo, Stromboli!
(as a puppet) Bravo!
Bravo, Stromboli!
(as a puppet) Maestro!
Bravo, Stromboli,
Practic'lly holy,
You are a showman
Second to no man
And with the tickets
Selling so quick, it's
Making us antsy
For if we can't see
Signor Stromboli, an imbroglio
There's going to be!
Stromboli Bravi--
--simo.
But what if we never can find our dear little dummy?
(as a puppet) Ohhh.
Farewell to my riches. Addio, admiring throngs.
(No!)
I will not allow my good fortune to be taken from me.
We'll search for Libby
From here to Chile
And bring her back where she belongs.
Perhaps little Woody's forgotten that he signed a contract
That binds him to me in each codicil, rider, and clause.
Ensuring whenever my orchestra strikes up their entr'acte,
He'll be appearing,
And I'll be hearing
The jingle of coins and the tingling sound of applause.
Bravo, Stromboli.
(as a puppet) Bravo!
Bravo, Stromboli.
(as a puppet) Magnifico!
We'll name a cannoli
After Stromboli
We who are lowly
Think of you solely
As the Napoleon of puppeteers.
After all of the years,
All of the tears,
Hearing the cheers,
Ring in my ears.
Silence the scoffers
Fill up the coffers
Weighing the offers
Everyone proffers.
They're dying to back you with such a spectacular show.
They "ooh" and they "ahh,"
Acclaim and eclat,
Stromboli, hurrah!
Bravo!
We go!
COLORADO, 1975
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Torres Funeral Homes
FanfictionSet in 1975, a young funeral director named Geppetto Torres who lived in a wealthy mansion in Nashville, Tennessee. Libby, a 13-year-old orphaned girl who lives in a funeral home and become the part of the family. Her friends, Molly McGee was suspen...
