"Hey there everyone! I'm Woody, the giant tree!"

"Hi Woody," the zombie audience drones.

"Would you like to hear a story?" the tree crones.

"Yes, I would like to hear a story," everyone in the audience rambles at the same time.

"Ok, but you are going to have to hear it from my sprucling puppet!" the tree grins. It raises a fruit puppet with one of his branches, and starts talking to it. "Hey Sprucey! How ya doin'?

"I feel peachy!" Sprucey "says". Woody's mouth is very noticably moving.

Without waiting for Woody to give him instructions, Sprucey starts to tell the tale.

"One day Mario came to buy some games from Woody," Sprucey started in Woody's stony voice. "Now, Sprucey... I mean, me, was just a seed then! Anyway, Mario and me... I mean, Woody, talked about the good times, and they talked for ten seconds. Then Mario got tired of his talking so be bought Shy Guy Says. Then he bought Dizzy Dancing. Then he bought Archery! Well, Woody was getting a big bundle of cash so then when Mario left he was gonna buy something but then he didn't because he can't move. Ain't that funny? So anyhow, he still has the money to this day, and he learned a new story."

"Wow, what fun!" Woody shakes all over. "Would you like me to tell you the story for an eleventh time?"

Suddenly, the zombie audience calls upon the one ounce of sense that they have left and storm the podium... er, patch of dirt, that Woody lives on. One has a Bowser Bomb, and he blows Woody sky high!

"Yeah!" the audience cheers, Woody's curse destroyed.

But, to their dismay, a new Woody suddenly grows right in the old Woody's place.

"Hey! I'm Woody! Would you like to hear a story?"

"Yes..." the audience rambles.