Phlannel and Lemonhope in “Lemonhope Part Two”

Morning, Lemonhope! Hey, is there any more white coal down in the hold? [pulls bucket full of steaming hot black diamonds] More black diamonds equals more love potions. The old three Rs, you know what I'm saying? "R-R-Romance." [chuckles] Oh, man, I can't wait for some lo-o-ove. It's been so lo— [drops bucket] whoops! Oh, rats. Oh, well. [looks to Lemonhope] Hey, don't sweat it, buddy. It wasn't your fault.

I-It's not that, Phlannel. I-I had a bad dream.

Again? That's the third time this week.

[sighs] I'm free now, Phlannel, to do all whatevs I ever wanted, but all I think about is my old life. What does it mean?

Well, it's true you are free—free to help the Lemon People or leave them be. But a deft unpaid is not easily forgotten, so you are a prisoner still... in deinem kopf.

Huh. That's what Mistress always said, and I didn't even listen.

Ah, Lemonhope, you're a doer, not a listener. You learn with your hands and heart, not your head. So, what will you do, Lemonhope?

I'll... I'll-I'll go back and... I'll help my people... and maybe I'll feel better.

[laughs joyfully] And how will you do it?

Um, with my harp and... m-my flute! A-and help from my friend Phlannel!

Ah, little Lemonhope. Of course I'll take you as far as I can, but I can't interfere directly in Lemongrab politics. All those old pacts and treaties have me sklonked up tighter than a synethic zanoit sterilzer bed compressor tube enlarger on garbage day.