Harvest Scramble/Script

Opening Dialogue

 * Frederick: Well, milord, here we are. This must be the place. Hmm? Look at all the people in the streets. And these decorations... It seems we've arrived amidst a festival of some sort.
 * Chrom: Looks that way, doesn't it? At least the town is secure. Perhaps we might forget our troubles for a day and join in the festivities?
 * Lissa: You mean it? I love festivals! Come on! What are we waiting for?
 * Chrom: Um, Lissa? Where did you get that hat?
 * Lissa: The nice man with the funny sideburns gave it to me! Pretty cool, huh?
 * Chrom: ...Funny sideburns?
 * Vincent: Well, hiya there! Welcome to our humble little village, okay? It's not every day we get guests from another world, dont'tcha know.
 * Chrom: Huh?! I know you! You're—
 * VIncent: The captain of the village cheer brigade, yessiree!
 * Chrom: Hmm... You do seem quite...cheerful...
 * Vincent: Well, of COURSE I do, Silly Billy! Our annual harvest fair just started! Singing, dancing—we're all just havin' a gay ol' time here, don'tcha know! ...What? Why are you staring like that? ...Is my wee little party hat crooked?
 * Chrom: N-no, it's just...uh... *Ahem* So! A harvest festival, you say?
 * Vincent: Oh yeah, you betcha! We got all kinds of fresh produce, plus games and prizes and fun at every stall! Take a gander for yourself— Oh, and don't forget to bring a friend! They say the fair has a special magic that brings folks closer together, ya know. There's so much to do and see and talk about! Oh, sooo much to talk about! You start chatting, and it's just blah-blah-blah this and blah-blah-blah that... Blah-blah-blah the other one and blah-blah-blah don'tcha know and... Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah! It's THAT much fun! People won't shut up!
 * Frederick: *Ahem* Yes, I believe I see your point... Nevertheless, it seems a worthy endeavor to strengthen the ties between our troops. I shall inform the others.
 * Lissa: Ooh, I wonder who I should invite! Maybe Maribelle? Hey, mister, who are you taking?
 * Vincent: Me? Why, I'm glad you asked! He should be here any second... Oh! There he is. ...Victor!
 * Victor: Vincent! Oh, Vincent! It's just terrible! Horrible! Awful, don'tcha know!
 * Vincent: What's wrong, Victor? Where's your party hat?! And your face—You look like you've seen a ghost!
 * Victor: I think I have, Vincent! Or a zombie at least. Monsters have invaded the village! They're shambling all over the square and being all moany and just spoiling everything!
 * Chrom: What?! Monsters?
 * Frederick: So much for forgetting our troubles...
 * Chrom: It can't be helped. If the village is in trouble, we have to lend a hand. Vincent, Victor—lead the way. We'll do all we can to help defend—
 * Vincent: Oh, Victor, you poor thing! Are you sure you're all right?
 * Victor: Just peach, Vincent—not a scratch! But awww, that's just so sweat of ya to worry about me!
 * Chrom: Er, hello? Did you just hear me? We're soldiers. My army can protect you from—
 * Vincent: Well, of course I was worried, Silly Billy! And I still am—let's getcha outta here! I say we run home, luck the doors and bar the windows, and wait for this to blow over.
 * Victor: Good idea, Vincent! You're just sharp as a tack, ain'tcha? But don't worry—whatever happens, I'll protect ya, okay?
 * Chrom: ...Uh, guys?
 * Vincent: Aw, thanks, Victor! And I'll protect you too!
 * Victor: Aw, Vincent, you're a peach! We make such a great team, don'tcha know!
 * Vincent: Yessiree! We faced that crisis head on, and together we made it through!
 * Chrom: No, you did not! The crisis is just starting, and you're planning to run!
 * Vincent: Huh? ...Oh! You're still there? You'd best be running too, don'tcha know! This is no place for a bunch of scrawny tourists, nosiree! Ta-ta now!
 * Chrom: ...T-tourists?! Rrgh... Well, I guess it's up to us "tourists" to save their cheery backsides... Lissa, Frederick—rally the others!
 * Lissa: Does this mean we can still go to the fair? Yay!
 * Frederick: ......
 * Chrom: Frederick? What is it?
 * Frederick: Those two men...
 * Chrom: Oh, that? Heh, I know they came off as rude, but I'm certain it wasn't intention—
 * Frederick: N-no. It's just... Their concern for one another... Such dedication... It's...so inspiring...
 * Chrom: Excuse me?!
 * Frederick: Would that we all could demonstrate such compassion for our fellow man...
 * Chrom: Well, er, yes... I suppose that's one way of looking at it.... But you do realize that—
 * Frederick: Milord, wait! *sniff* I have something to say!
 * Chrom: Oh, gods...
 * Frederick: From this day forward, let us, too, share such a relationship! I will be your Vincent, milord, and you, my Victor!
 * Chrom: Would you just grab a lance and start killing things? That's an order!