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[theme music playing]

The meeting of the all-knowing Order of the Luminescent Llama

shall now commence.

[men] A-woogly woogly-woo.

Today, fellow Llamas, is a most prestigious day,

for it is on this day that we shall initiate any new members into our ranks.

If there are any recruits present, step forward now.

That's my cue.

I pledge myself

before the Order of the Llamas.

A duck? Really?

This is a mockery of the order.

Hear me out, Your Honor.

I'm ready to prove I can be a valuable member of... whatever this is.

I even brought my own fez.

Hmm.

The bylaws state that anyone wishing to join

the Order of the Luminescent Llamas

must first survive the four treacherous trials.

And I'll make sure that you don't.

Let the initiation commence.

[laughing maniacally]

The first trial of the initiation is the horrible, excruciating,

soul-destroying walk of flaming footsy-wootsies.

Oh, good name.

[slurping]

Would you mind holding my drink,

O Grand Poobah?

Of course.

Thanks, brother.

All right, duck. Get ready to pledge your loyalty and get roasted!

[shrieking]

Yowch! Ah! Ooh!

Oh, the agony!

You're not on hot coals.

You're on the ice from your spilled drink.

Oh. I was wondering why those hot coals felt so wet.

Now, get on those coals and burn like a proper tribute.

[exclaiming]

[screams]

Hey, this is easy.

Well, looks like I made it across. What's the next trial?

This way, duck.

Now, for one of my favorite trials,

you must prove your loyalty to the order

by way of the ordeal of the sacred paddle.

Oh, I know how to use one of these.

Did I win the trial?

Oh, give me that.

Now assume the position.

You mean this position?

What? No!

Hmm. No, huh?

How about this position? Hmm?

No!

This? This? This?

The paddling position. The paddling position!

This paddling position?

[singing opera]

Oh, what a beautiful song.

Hey, buddy! What about this position?

Yes, finally.

[screaming]

Yeesh.

Wouldn't want to be in his position.

Enough nonsense.

This next trial will assess your worthiness of entering our ranks.

You must choose between these two--

Hey, what's behind those doors?

Stop interrupting. I was getting to that.

[clears throat]

You must choose wisely between these two doors.

But behind one lies knowledge, strength and ice cream,

while behind the other,

there resides a giant, raging, bloodthirsty lion.

[gasps]

A blood turkey Hawaiian?

What? No, no, no.

A bloodthirsty lion.

So a flood full of iron?

- No. - A brotherly Mayan?

Blushing Himalayan? High apple pie in the sky-an?

A lion. Lion. Lion!

Did you just say I was lying?

Sir, you have insulted my honor.

Oh, you stubborn mallard.

I'm saying lion.

Like the one behind this door.

See? Lion.

[screaming]

Well, what do you know? He wasn't lying.

There really is a lion.

All right, initiate.

You now face the final and most formidable test of all.

You must write a million-word essay on the importance of this guild.

It'll be a cold day before I let this loser into my club.

Oh, well, let me just get you something to write with.

[laughing]

- All right. Are you ready-- - Finished.

What?

How?

Oh, yeah, I used my own ink.

Can you believe we're made of this stuff?

[explosion]

So? How'd I do, Chief?

Were you blown away?

Yes, I was.

Fellow Llamas,

it is now time to induct a new member into our ranks.

It is with regret we now welcome Brother Daffy.

Yada, yada, yada, yada.

[men] A-woogly woogly-woo.

And a woogly woogly-whoo-hoo to you too, fellow Lamers.

[crying]

Just take your lousy membership card,

and remember that meetings are on Tuesdays.

Tuesdays?

Eh, sorry, chum.

Going to have to cancel my membership.

Tuesday is Taco Night at Senor Sweetie's Taco Hut.

[man gasp] Tacos?

[all clamoring]

Meeting adjourned.

[theme music playing]

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