The Biscuit Of Zazzamarandabo

The Biscuit of Zazzamarandabo
It lies atop a mound of snow
High in the hills where the colds blow
It’s The Biscuit of Zazzamarandabo!
Come on!
(French Peas: Yippee!)
Let’s go!
(French Peas: To see!)
The Biscuit of Zazzamarandabo!
Our bags are packed and ready to go
Let’s start the van and be gone!
Start the van and be gone!
Now, our bags are all packed and we’re ready to go
Let’s start the van and be gone!
Come on!
(French Peas: Oh my!)
Let’s go!
(French Peas: To spy!)
The Biscuit of Zazzamarand--Oh, what’s that you say, we can’t leave yet today?
You’ve just got an errand to run?
Larry: I just have to stop at the bank.
Archibald: You just have to stop at the bank?!
Well, If you insist I suppose, we could deal with a minor delay.
(Deal with a minor delay)
Pa Grape: Say, Archibald, who made this biscuit anyway?
Archibald: Oh, I thought you’d never ask!
Sir James McNab of the Guild of Dough
He made the biscuit so long ago
And the people they traveled to see it glow
On the Mountain of Zazzamarandabo!
Come on!
(Pa Grape: Hooray)
Let’s go!
(Mr Lunt: Today!)
The Biscuit of Zazzamaranda--Oh! What is it now? This isn’t the way!
Larry: I just need to stop for some goldfish food.
Archibald: You don’t even HAVE a goldfish!
Larry: No, but I was thinking of getting one, and I wouldn’t want him to go
hungry.
Larry: Anybody need anything?
Mr Lunt: Ehh, maybe a venti half-caff vanilla hazelnut latte --hold the whipped
cream.
And maybe one of those little chocolate-covered graham crackers?
Larry: So Archie; what’s so great about this biscuit, anyway?
Archibald: Well, if you really want to know; The Biscuit of Zazzamarandabo was
lost to the world many years ago.
Until my great-uncle Archenbeau stubbed his toe on the frozen dough of The
Biscuit of Zazzamarandabo!
Come on!
(Phillipe Pea: Oh, please!)
(Jean-Claude Pea: Let’s go!)
Archibald: Don’t tease!
The Biscuit of Zazzamarandabo!
No! Not agian! It’s just not fair!
Larry: We’ve gotta' have a map!
Archibald: A what?
Larry: A map!
Archibald: A what?!
Larry: A map!
All: Oh, a map!
The Biscuit of Zazzamarandabo!
The Biscuit of Zazzamarandabo!
Archibald: The joy!
Larry: The thrill!
Mr. Lunt: I think I spilled…
All: The Biscuit!
The Biscuit!
The Biscuit of Zazzamaranda-
Archibald: -bo… Ohhh…
Jimmy Gourd: Mmmm! Sausage gravy!
Larry: Huh, I mighta' made a wrong turn.
Archibald: *gasps* Back to the van! Back to the van!
It isn’t too late, let’s go!
So high in the hills where the cold winds blow
It’s The Biscuit of Zazzamarandabo!
We’re almost there!
Oh, isn’t this great?!
Pa Grape: Who needs to take a potty break?
All: Me!
(Jean-Claude Pea: I do!)
Archibald: NO!!!
All: The Biscuit of Zazzamarandabo!
It lies atop a mound of snow!
High in the hills where the cold winds blow!
It’s The Biscuit of Zazzamarandabo!!!
Archibald: *moans and sobs*