"My name is Goose, son of Loose, son of Bruce Willis. I know the road that would take you into a joyous spring, but it shall be hard - the road will be fraught with peril. Are you up for the challenge?" Goose the Moose raises an eyebrow at Craig, eating another slice of pizza.

Quote from Stephanie252 >>

"My name is Goose, son of Loose, son of Bruce Willis. I know the road that would take you into a joyous spring, but it shall be hard - the road will be fraught with peril. Are you up for the challenge?" Goose the Moose raises an eyebrow at Craig, eating another slice of pizza.

 "Sounds annoyin." He says after swallowing, "But if it'll remove me from this frigid hellscape, than sure."

"You remember the tragic death of Pete the Groundhog? A few months ago now, that death caused the winter you see before us. If you were to return Pete to life, the winter would end and I could get a bit less cold as the time."

Quote from Stephanie252 >>

"You remember the tragic death of Pete the Groundhog? A few months ago now, that death caused the winter you see before us. If you were to return Pete to life, the winter would end and I could get a bit less cold as the time."

 "....You mean that cat on tv?"

"So....what exactly are you?  And why should we believe you about the groundhog?"  

Dan takes a big sniff and chews his pizza. After sipping his third glass of milk, he looks over at the moose--who's been talking to the others for a while--and freezes. His constantly magnified eyes grow wider, and look slightly crossed in the dim light of the fire. He splutters some of the milk down his chin. He looks to his comrades as if a dragon walked in the joint. "There's a dang bear-horse in here! There's a dang bea--"

The good doctor stops when he realizes the moose is sitting, eating, and talking. He continues to watch, astonished. Slowly taking a bite of his pizza slice, he shifts his gaze back and forth to the participants in the conversation. "Sounds like we need to get that dang groundrog up and breathin' again! Then we can thaw all them chickens and get us some farm fresh eggs!"

Taking up the small cylinder, he puts his thumb on the end of it and whispers into it: "There's a talking bear-horse in here, name of Goongle Broongle. Says we need to waken Preet the Groundrog to stop all this dang snow. He looks like a typical hunk who knows a little bit about everything. Dr. Dan Drangle out."

The Sheriff is going to glance around the bar, and see if anyone else is staring at the moose.

perception 18

The Sheriff sea that for some reason absolutely nobody else is looking at the moose.

"That cat? No! He's a goddarn groundhog. He was a good guy, not the brightest but very well meaning. As for why you should trust me, have you ever met an untrustworthy moose?"

Then he gives Dan a very odd look, offended at being called a horse-bear

Graham starts to look around at the others, "Is there a reason why only myself and Dan seem confused and worried that there is a talking moose in here?"

He looks over at the moose, looking it up and down, "Untrustworthy? Well moose do outnumber bears three to one in Alaska and injure about five to ten people annually. Also just because one has not met an untrustworthy moose, or anything untrustworthy for that matter, does not mean that they dont exist."

Goose looks nonplussed. "Ummmm... I'm one of the trustworthy, not person attacking ones. I promise!"

You can roll insight if you like, otherwise he seems earnest.

Dan's eyes widen as he watches Goose. He looks innocent enough, as if he truly is unaware that Goose is a Moose, then Graham's words hit him. "It's a dang Mroose! Never seen one of them before. Just about scared me half to death, ya dangus!"

The doctor falls silent and listens to his friends chatting, giving off the vibe, as always, of being somewhere between innocent child and slightly drunk. "Let's get down to bass tracks! What's the plan?"

Graham takes out a new notepad and starts taking notes as he continues to talk "I am sure many people have promised to do no harm before they attack someone.  Sadly promises are a hard thing to trust.  So may I ask, how exactly do you know that bringing Phil back will solve the issues at hand?"

"Well, Pete's sleeping patterns determined the weather, as the Groundhog in this area's customary events. He was absolutely terrible at it! But the day he died, he was right. Dead right, you might say. Spring won't come around until Pete makes a new prediction, which he can only do once he's alive again.

There's a moose in the far wilderness who could bring him back. I suggest you go talk to her about all this - I'd do it myself only she doesn't like me much at all!"

"Sounds like we got a real quagmire on our hands, let's Check it Out!" Doctor Dan says really quickly, as he makes a finger gun point toward the fireplace and pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He picks up the small metal cylinder again and resumes his whispery voice. "The dang moose told us to go see a momma moose 'bout the groundrog. Gonna maybe bring back summa that sweet autumn weather. Going to maybe go see that momma moose with my friends, names of Graham, Sam, and Craig. Buncha hunks just out to save the darn day."

Sherrif Sam scratches his head again...."Well, I reckon your story makes no damn sense at all.  However, unless I am hallucinating all of this you are in fact a talking moose, which I have never seen before.  I mean I have shot a moose, and eaten one.  But never talked with one."  He will look around the room again before turning back to the moose.

"So how come the other moose doesn't like you?  Are there other talking moose.  And assuming I am not hallucinating, how come everyone else is acting like there is not a talking moose here."

"Well, as to the first question, we had a bad breakup and she don't want nothing to do with me no more. I hoped maybe she'd listen to somebody else. As for your other question, people see what they want to see and they certainly don't want to see a talking moose."

Graham looks up from taking notes, looking at the others in turn before addressing the moose "Where and how far away is this lady moose?"

"She is in the furthest Northlands, through blistering cold, more blistering cold, some fairly chilly peril and a hard frost. I'll get you a map before you leave."

“What do you think, boys? I think we need to get this train a-rollin’!” Not one to let thinking, planning, or questioning get in his way, Dan stands up and makes a choo-choo motion with his hand/arm, looking at the other guys. “We may need to do some prush-ups to get ready.”

At that, Dan drops to the ground and does one of those “knee” push-ups, grunting and groaning the whole way. Sitting back up he wipes his brow, winks, and says “for your health.”

Graham gathers his things, stands up and throws on his coat, he looks down at Dan "Im not sure push ups will help in this endeavor, if we cant get there by car or snow mobile then walking will be the only way, push ups wont help much with that and tiring yourself out now will only make later that much harder." He looks around to the others, "Once we are provided with the map, based upon the length of the journey I am relatively ready to go.  We might need to get some supplies first though if the trip is long."