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Mr. Agoo
In every carnival, there’s always one performer who stands out, not just for their talent, but for their knack for chaos. For Markos, the upset carnival leader, that star troublemaker was none other than Mr. Agoo, the street-performing bear.
Mr. Agoo was the face of the Carnival March, pedaling atop his penny-farthing bicycle with unmatched flair. He thrilled the crowd with daring stunts, juggling props, and spinning his handlebars. But as much as the audience adored him, Markos dreaded every show. Mr. Agoo had a knack for the unpredictable. Whether it was veering off course, stopping mid-parade to dance with the crowd, or simply ignoring instructions, the bear was a master at causing a stir.
Now, it was Easter Eve, and the carnival team was preparing for their grand performance. Markos couldn’t shake his growing concern. “Agoo,” he warned as the bear adjusted his tiny hat and mounted his penny-farthing, “stick to the routine this time. And for heaven’s sake, don’t lose the chocolate eggs! The kids are counting on us!” [read more]
Mr. Agoo saluted with a cheeky grin. “Relax, boss. I’ve got this!”
The parade began, vibrant and lively. Crowds lined the streets, cheering as dancers, musicians, and performers passed by. At the front of the procession was Mr. Agoo, spinning around on his bicycle with a large egg bag of chocolate eggs tied securely to his back. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until it wasn’t.
Midway through the show, Mr. Agoo vanished. One moment, he was pedaling in front of the team; the next, he was gone.
Markos’ heart sank. “Where is he?!” he shouted, scanning the crowd. The rest of the team faltered, unsure of what to do without their lead actor. Markos had no choice but to leave the parade and search for the missing bear.
After a frantic hunt, Markos spotted a familiar furry figure sitting at a snack bar. There was Mr. Agoo, blissfully munching on a massive burger and a mountain of French fries.
“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!” Markos roared, storming up to him.
Mr. Agoo blinked, unfazed. “What’s the problem, boss?” he asked, licking ketchup off his paw.
“What’s the problem?! You abandoned the parade! The kids are waiting for their chocolate eggs! Where are they?!”
Mr. Agoo lazily patted his large egg bag that contained the chocolate eggs. “Oh, they’re safe. Don’t worry. I might’ve eaten a couple, they’re really good, you know, but there’s plenty left!” He finished his fries with a satisfied sigh. “I was hungry, so I thought I’d grab a bite. Can’t perform on an empty stomach, can I?”
Markos buried his face in his hands but knew arguing was futile. “Fine. Let’s just get back before the crowd riots.”
Back at the parade, the crowd erupted into cheers as Mr. Agoo returned, chocolate eggs in tow. The kids shouted with delight as he tossed eggs to them from his lofty perch on the penny-farthing. Then, with his signature flair, Mr. Agoo launched into an impromptu performance, balancing on two wheels, juggling colorful balls, and tossing chocolate eggs into the crowd all at once.
The children laughed, their faces lit with pure joy, while the rest of the performance team joined in the fun. Markos, though thoroughly angry, couldn’t help but smile at the chaos.
By the end of the show, the streets were filled with happy children clutching their chocolate treasures, and the crowd roared with applause. Mr. Agoo bowed theatrically from his bicycle, soaking in the adoration.
As the parade wrapped up, Markos shook his head, a mix of frustration and admiration. “You’re impossible, Agoo. But you did make everyone smile.”
Mr. Agoo grinned, popping a leftover chocolate egg into his mouth. “That’s the idea, boss. Now, about dessert…”
Markos groaned, but the crowd’s laughter rang louder than ever, marking another unforgettable carnival performance. [/read]
| The character was crafted in 7 days. |
Phillip
I’m a street dancer wearing a costume made of organic cotton, reminiscent of the Louis XIV era, featuring a caftan with gold buttons, a white velvet cape, and a high stand-up collar. My puff pants are adorned with satin ribbons and gold button ruffles. I also wear a frilly tie and a wreath of golden leaves and pearls on my head.
My father is a professional street performer, particularly skilled in dance. Every weekend, he would take me along to watch his performances, sparking my interest in his craft. “I want to be a professional dancer like my father,” I declared. I began to pick up some dance techniques from him, and this job became a vital source of income for us. [read more]
One day, during a performance at a carnival, my father collapsed from exhaustion and couldn’t finish his show. Realizing I needed to step in, I quickly stood up and demonstrated my balancing skills impressively. The audience felt surprised at how well I controlled my balance on the ball, especially my father. “Yes, Phillip, it’s time for you to take over, handle the work, and give me a rest,” my father said. [read more]
Seven years later, my father became older and sick, and I had to work hard to cover his medical expenses. One day, after finishing my performance, I counted the money I had collected and realized it wasn’t enough to buy his medicines. At that moment, I felt like all the doors had closed in front of me. Suddenly, I saw my friend Lucas approaching.
“Hey, Phillip, what’s wrong?” Lucas asked. “No worries, my friend, I’ll be alright,” I replied. “Is something wrong with your father?” Lucas inquired. Being perceptive, he quickly understood the situation without me having to explain. “Phillip, take all the money in my bag. I was collecting it to buy a gift for my girlfriend’s mother, but your father needs it more. Please take it and help him,” Lucas said. “What a kind heart Lucas has,” I thought to myself. Herein, I realized that friendship isn’t just a word, it’s an attitude.
Want to meet my best friend, Lucas? [/read]
| The character was crafted in 12 days. |
Lucas
I’m a street performer, imitating a living statue in the central square. I stay perfectly still until someone puts money in my old medical bag, prompting me to start dancing and playing my instrument.
One day, a new dancer joined our street. I loved her performance costume and asked her where she got it. “Hey there, I’m Lucas. Nice to see you joining our street. I really admire your lovely dance clothes,” I said. “Hi, I’m Carla. Nice to meet you, Lucas. My costume was designed by my mother; she’s a fashion designer,” Carla responded. “Wow! I love it. Could your mother make one for me?” I asked. “Yes, of course, I’ll ask her,” Carla replied.
Carla’s mother designed a beautiful costume that suited my street performer persona. It featured a short jumpsuit with lace ruffles, a frill with gold buttons, and an extended cap, making me look like a court jester in a grand kingdom.
“Thank you, Carla, for helping me get this costume. I appreciate your mother’s effort and creativity. I’ll give her a special gift once I save some money,” I expressed my gratitude. “You look great in this costume, Lucas,” Carla said shyly. At that moment, I realized we had become more than just street companions.
Want to see my beloved Carla?
| The character was crafted in 10 days. |
Pablo
The Spanish Bill poster boy. He is wearing colored wool shorts, a linen shirt, and suspenders. Pablo carries a burlap bag full of posters that need to be posted in certain places. Once Pablo reached the theatre square, he found old posters needed to be replaced with new ones on the pillar of the theatre square. He recognized the time was close to 12:30 noon. It is his lunch break, and he is too tired and hungry. He looked around him in order to find a place to sit. Unfortunately, no bench was available in the square to sit on. The best place was the pillar (He recognized). He put his glue bucket on the ground and lay on the column to relax and eat his stale burger. Once he started biting his burger, the birds flew toward him to eat his only burger. He felt sorry for him and for them as well :). He smiled and instantly threw a piece of the bread to feed them. And then, he resumed eating the rest of his food. One of the birds is standing on the pillar and observing Pablo’s burger. The bird decided to grab it from Pablo’s hand. What a poor boy, Pablo :). The scene text will be printed and attached to the doll.
| The scene was crafted in 10 days. |