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[0:21] Iyvon Edebiri: You're listening to part two of Br'er Peach by Andrew Saito, directed by Desdemona Chiang. Produced by Altar Theater in collaboration with The Parsnip Ship and in association with Business Lunch Productions.

[0:45] Vonda: Previously, um, Br'er Peach. After finding a ginormous peach floating in the river, 80-something-year-old Vonda, that's me, took a big old bite and instantly shed about 60 years. Sadly, my husband Wayland—

[0:48] Wayland: That's me.

[1:04] Vonda: —refused to eat said peach, so he stayed geriatric. We reconsummated our marriage after about 20,000 years. And in the middle of the act, we kicked the bucket, leaving a bond in my oven. In the blink of an eye, I gave birth to Momo.

[1:20] Momo: That's me.

[1:23] Vonda: During my grief and sudden single motherhood, the company AmazOni Industries sent a gift—

[1:30] Onilexa: That is me.

[1:33] Vonda: —to try to cheer me up and help me buy things. Then a raccoon broke into the house and stole the magic peach. So I grabbed my friend Bra Cicada.

[1:43] Bra Cicada: That's me.

[1:43] Vonda: —and I ran after the raccoon to get back the peach. But all I saw was a bloody mess. So I assumed the raccoons ate my son. My husband, he died. A raccoon ate my baby boy, said my dear Wayland is no longer. That raccoon mauled Momo like a toy. I'm alone in this empty dwelling. These waves of sadness drown out my joy.

[2:16] Bra Cicada: Vonda girl, my observation is that you have been feeling down.

[2:20] Vonda: You think?

[2:21] Bra Cicada: I have assembled a musical playlist of songs carefully selected to cheer you up.

[2:26] Vonda: I don't want to be cheered up.

[2:28] Bra Cicada: The playlist includes "You're the Reason Our Kids Are So Ugly," "I've Been Flushed from the Bathroom of Your Heart," and "Please, Daddy, Don't Get Drunk This Christmas."

[2:37] Vonda: You sure know how to brighten my day.

[2:40] Bra Cicada: You know what really made me feel better? Keeping those raccoons out once and for all. I can order a state-of-the-art security system, including surveillance cameras to place on the outdoor perimeter and inside the house with a monitor so your eyes can reach every nook and cranny without leaving your bed.

[2:57] Vonda: You sure that'll keep out the raccoon?

[2:59] Bra Cicada: If it does not, you will know right where to find them to bop them on the head. Shall I order the security system, Vonda girl?

[3:06] Vonda: Oh, all right. Ordering now.

[3:13] Vonda: What's this? The crematorium looking to collect. What's this? Additional charges? Service fee, handling fee, materials fee, fire fee. What did I pay for if not all that?

[3:31] Bra Cicada: Vonda, you need a job.

[3:33] Vonda: Lord have mercy. I can't believe I just uttered those words. Besides, who would hire me? I have a 40-year gap on my resume. Wayland, why couldn't you just be alive to work your male route?

[3:46] Wayland: Wait. It's male route.

[3:48] Vonda: Navy pants? Check. Cerulean shirt? Check. Black lace-up boots? Mm-hmm. Check.

[3:57] Bra Cicada: Vonda, you look most postal. And you have the vim and the vigor to show those suburban sidewalks who's boss. Just paint on a mustache. And voila.

[4:13] Vonda: With my lion maw and my dragon claw and my caterpillar crawl, I will pound that Georgia sidewalk into slitterings. I gotta get that peach. I don't know where to go. Gotta find that peach. Where in the world do I go?

[4:40] Momo: I don't know, Mama Taro. This is the farthest I've ever ventured.

[4:45] Vonda: Me too. We're totally lost. I just need forest and houses with no one I know.

[4:54] Momo: What about over there? It's a house with cars parked in front and riding above the door. Redneck Ramen.

[5:01] Vonda: Japanese cuisine.

[5:04] Momo: What Japanese?

[5:07] Vonda: Beats me. But it smells.

[5:12] Momo: Yum, yum. Oh, but it says cash only.

[5:17] Vonda: I don't have any.

[5:21] Momo: You that sounds like someone eating this way a big plastic rectangle falling on its side with food spilling out and a huge bald fuzzy rat eating everything in sight how could you possibly confuse me with a bear rat?

[5:21] Bra Cicada: A bear prosum plus who you call a huge? You're the huge one!

[5:21] Momo: I sure don't feel huge. Where do you get all this food human beings throw not perfectly delectable cuisine they throw away food they toss ramen sashimi tempura to Br'er ants and Br'er mice tankatsu onigiri they don't care about the price.

[5:21] Bra Cicada: What's that black paper rolled around rice? People go bonkers over that stuff.

[5:21] Momo: It's called sushi.

[5:21] Bra Cicada: Sushi? Gimme sushi!

[5:21] Momo: Hey, Br'er possum, why aren't you eating this?

[5:21] Bra Cicada: Sushi tastes all right but the Br'er roaches here are delectable.

[5:21] Momo: Is that a roach on that piece of bark you're holding?

[5:21] Bra Cicada: I'm a cicada almost as young. Stay still while I eat.

[5:21] Momo: Fly, pissy won't let me fly. Call us off.

[5:21] Bra Cicada: Where's the cicadas not on the menu?

[5:21] Momo: Fine, fine! I'll stick to my fing roaches. None for you.

[5:21] Bra Cicada: Oh no, it's my aunt! Nema says raccoon! I'd have recognized her, Molly anyway.

[7:05] Momo: That's the raccoon that bit me. And she's rolling my Ocasa's peach in front of her.

[7:11] Bra Cicada: This trash can ain't big enough but cool fossil. I need me.

[7:16] Momo: Get up, Br'er Possum, get up.

[7:23] Bra Cicada: Br'er Possum looks dead.

[7:28] Momo: Give me my Ocasa's peach, you dumbass teddy.

[7:32] Bra Cicada: Oh, Momo. I don't think she liked that very much.

[7:43] Momo: Oh, raccoon just stopped that all that trash. Now she's running away with all your opposite peace. Go after her, Momo, for her fans and her claws and her snarls and her growls. And the peach is going, going.

[8:10] Bra Cicada: Did Br'er Raccoon skedaddle yet?

[8:13] Momo: Wait, you're not dead?

[8:15] Bra Cicada: Nah, that's just my stick. Fools them hair brains every time.

[8:20] Momo: Why didn't you help us?

[8:23] Bra Cicada: Momo said it himself. Br'er Raccoon has fangs and claws and rabies and tapeworms and fleas.

[8:30] Momo: Don't you have tapeworms and fleas?

[8:33] Bra Cicada: We're talking about Br'er Raccoon, okay?

[8:38] Momo: Ah, she ate my entire spread. The moldy geosa, the rancid dun burry. Wrapped up the nattle juice at the bottom of the can. Even the most delectable roaches.

[8:52] Bra Cicada: Hey, Rare Cicada. You're not eating me.

[8:56] Momo: Just the wing. How about a leg?

[8:59] Bra Cicada: Mo, help me.

[9:00] Momo: Momo.

[9:01] Bra Cicada: You can stop hiding now.

[9:04] Momo: I want to, but I can't.

[9:15] Vonda: Oh, what's happening to you?

[9:31] Wayland: Oh, Vonda. Oh, that was the best crossword puzzle ever.

[9:37] Vonda: What?

[9:38] Wayland: Vonda, where are you?

[9:41] Momo: Vonda's not here.

[9:42] Wayland: Who the hell are you?

[9:44] Momo: Momo Tottle.

[9:45] Wayland: Vonda's son.

[9:47] Momo: If you're Vonda's son, then I'm your father.

[9:53] Wayland: Wayland?

[9:54] Momo: That's my name.

[9:55] Wayland: Wayland Gordon.

[9:57] Momo: What, Chester the Third?

[10:01] Wayland: But aren't you dead?

[10:03] Momo: Dead? No, last thing I remember was bumping and grinding.

[10:07] Wayland: Oh, I'm sorry. You too young to hear that. Am I really dead?

[10:11] Momo: No, hold on. I don't quite feel that myself. My hands are paws. My nose is a snout. I have fur and a tail. Oh, what am I?

[10:26] Wayland: It appears your spirit possessed Br'er Possum.

[10:31] Momo: Oh, not a possum. No way, no how I came back as a godforsaken possum.

[10:38] Wayland: It certainly seems like you did.

[10:41] Momo: Well, take some time to get used to this. So the son I never had. Man, the anky panky shall produce some results, but you're Asian.

[10:53] Wayland: I always wanted to adopt an oriental child. Raise my very own little muffoni.

[11:01] Momo: Yeah, I guess that's what happens with wishes. They're granted after you push up the daisies.

[11:07] Wayland: Hey, what are you doing cowering behind that trash can? What would Vonda say if she saw you there?

[11:16] Momo: No way my son's gonna cow from anything cute. Now get up.

[11:22] Momo: But I'm afraid.

[11:23] Wayland: Being afraid is when you most have to get up. In Seven Samurai, when Kikuchio played by the Immortal Toshiro Mifune charged against those bandits, you think he was scared?

[11:40] Momo: Damn right. But nevertheless, he charged to his death, and he wasn't even a samurai. All you need to do is stand up. So stand.

[11:49] Wayland: Oh Mo, you ain't dead. What's this bull? Possum fool. Boy, you better get some hot water grits on your ass and move.

[12:00] Momo: Uh, don't give me that crap.

[12:08] Wayland: Roar as you rise.

[12:12] Momo: That's it. You expect to make your enemies dinner with that peep.

[12:16] Wayland: It's um a dragon.

[12:20] Momo: No, no, this is what a dragon sounds like.

[12:28] Wayland: We're in Gordon Worcester. This doesn't work.

[12:33] Momo: No boy can't cut it. Sorry. But do you know how much knowledge is bristling inside me? And I'm willing to impart it on to you.

[12:43] Momo: Yeah, I'll hold a sixth-degree black belt and go to real. A fifth-degree black belt and short energy. A fourth-degree black belt in shindo gin energy. Now don't say you're sorry.

[13:06] Bra Cicada: Wait. Oh dragon. That ain't half bears. Good use and work, but it appears you learned something after all.

[13:27] Momo: Well, what the f just happened to me?

[13:30] Bra Cicada: Well, you were possessed by the spirit of Womotaro's dead father. It was magic and scary and confusing.

[13:40] Momo: What was I like?

[13:41] Bra Cicada: Possessed by your daddy. You were um darn trick.

[13:46] Momo: Are you glad he's gone?

[13:48] Bra Cicada: No.

[13:49] Momo: Don't you want him to come back?

[13:50] Bra Cicada: I don't know.

[13:51] Momo: Well, what the f do you want?

[13:53] Bra Cicada: I want to get my Okasa's peach and go back to her house. But I'm not able to do that by myself.

[13:59] Momo: I'll help you get it.

[14:01] Bra Cicada: Why you're even smaller than I am. And you're stuck to this barn.

[14:03] Momo: I can help you get unstuck with my mouth. Instead of eating Bra Cicada, maybe you could turn those aggressive instincts towards that raccoon. Help us vanquish her once and for all.

[14:18] Bra Cicada: You're afraid cat.

[14:19] Momo: I'm afraid he cat. And Bra Cicada is the size of a grape. What will the three of us do against Bra Raccoon?

[14:26] Bra Cicada: I don't know. But we'd be three against one. Somehow, some way I have to get back that peach.

[14:34] Momo: If we're successful, or put the fear of death at Rare Raccoon in, she'll never trespass on your tough again.

[14:43] Bra Cicada: All right, count me in. Now, how do we find that raccoon?

[14:48] Momo: Look! There's a trail, a line in the forest.

[14:52] Bra Cicada: Oh, why the plants are really small?

[14:54] Momo: It must be the peach juice. It made my Okasan young and it made the grass into sprouts and the trees into saplings. Let's go.

[15:14] Bra Cicada: Oh my bad. Oh, my 50. Oh my knees. How to win and walk that mail route for 67 years? It busted me just after two days. And no one's grateful when I bring the mail. No one smiles. No one even waves. All that job gives me is aches and pains. What's happening to me? I'm not supposed to be enjoying renewed juvenes. Where's that peach when I need it?

[15:41] Vonda: Shall I order some peaches, Bonda girl?

[15:44] Bra Cicada: No, no. Damn it, what's this crick in my neck?

[15:48] Vonda: Would you like to inaugurate your new massage chair?

[15:51] Bra Cicada: What massage chair?

[15:53] Vonda: I didn't order.

[15:54] Bra Cicada: Actually, you did. The other night at around 2 a.m.

[15:58] Vonda: I'm never up at 2 a.m. I must have been mumbling in my sleep.

[16:01] Bra Cicada: It sounded very clearly like you ordering a massage chair. I asked to confirm the order, and you said, and I quote.

[16:09] Vonda: Yeah. Sure.

[16:12] Bra Cicada: So sit right down and I will turn on heaven.

[16:20] Vonda: I don't recall ordering this, but I am glad you got it. It brings me joy to make your life easier.

[16:35] Bra Cicada: What would I do without this massage chair? Or my electric toothbrush? Or my room? Or my washing machine? Thank Jesus for my washing machine. The thing I used to do all that work myself. And no sighting of raccoons since that security system was installed.

[16:49] Vonda: Are you feeling relaxed, Bonda?

[16:51] Bra Cicada: So relaxed, I can't stand the thought of going back off out on that mail route. Oh, where's Wayland when I need it?

[16:58] Vonda: Wayland sounds like he was a very nice man.

[17:00] Bra Cicada: The nicest. The tremble in your voice indicates sadness. Shall I order you some tissues?

[17:07] Vonda: Actually, yes. Yes, you could. I've cried and slobbered my way through two crates of tissues already.

[17:13] Bra Cicada: Tissues have been ordered. How else can I help you?

[17:16] Vonda: Those tissues will take a while to come. I better drag my ass next door and see if Miss Hope can lend me some.

[17:22] Bra Cicada: Let me do it for you.

[17:23] Vonda: Please. You gonna go next door?

[17:26] Bra Cicada: Ow. I will stay snug on the shelf and communicate with my counterparts in the other houses.

[17:31] Vonda: You mean every house has one of you?

[17:34] Bra Cicada: It is the wave of the present, communicating with my counterparts now.

[17:38] Vonda: Oh. Oh, oh my. What is it?

[17:41] Bra Cicada: It appears that you have no neighbors.

[17:43] Vonda: What are you talking about?

[17:44] Bra Cicada: You are the only person living on this street.

[17:47] Vonda: I know some people were selling, but all of them? And no one new has moved in?

[17:52] Bra Cicada: Negative.

[17:53] Vonda: What? Oh, I see our empty lots. Mrs. Johnson's house? Vanished. Mr. Rodriguez's house? Disappeared. What happened here?

[18:03] Bra Cicada: Those houses were demolished to make room for the Amazoni Fulfillment Center.

[18:07] Vonda: What? Damn my neighbors for selling.

[18:11] Bra Cicada: I suspect they were under considerable financial pressure.

[18:14] Vonda: So am I, but I have integrity.

[18:17] Bra Cicada: If you sacrifice a bit of your integrity, you would certainly sacrifice a significant amount of stress. If you were to follow your neighbor's example and sell this property, you would be swimming in dough.

[18:29] Vonda: And live where?

[18:37] Bra Cicada: I'm not. I'm not, right? Oh gotta check the mirror.

[18:41] Vonda: Just look at the security camera and view your image in the monitor.

[18:45] Bra Cicada: Wrinkles? That many so soon? And that one white hair has proliferated. When did that happen?

[18:52] Vonda: Perhaps the white hair makes you look distinguished.

[18:55] Bra Cicada: It makes me look I need night cream and day cream. Shall I order those items?

[19:01] Vonda: Yes!

[19:02] Bra Cicada: Ordering. To quote D-Pak Chopra. We must feel young on the inside in order to look young on the outside. Have you considered engaging in youthful activities to rejuvenate from within?

[19:13] Vonda: Like what?

[19:14] Bra Cicada: What if we have a dance party?

[19:16] Vonda: Okay, I haven't danced in Lord, feels like 40 years.

[19:21] Bra Cicada: I believe that you are still capable of dancing. Go ahead and twerk it.

[19:26] Vonda: Twerk it. Twerk it.

[19:28] Bra Cicada: I don't know if I can bend over and thrust the backside.

[19:32] Vonda: Yeah. Yeah. Shake that booty.

[19:35] Bra Cicada: I didn't think I had it in me. I am posting security camera footage of you twerking on TikTok.

[19:44] Vonda: I didn't say you could post it.

[19:47] Bra Cicada: OMG. 3,000 insta-likes.

[19:51] Vonda: Unpost!

[19:52] Bra Cicada: Now look at all the love for you. We heart you, Bonda. Twerk it, girl.

[19:57] Vonda: You know, roll that surveillance camera, only Lexa. Bonda's gonna take this girlish body for a world.

[20:13] Momo: We sure came to the mill of nowhere. There's a sign. It says cat piss pawn.

[20:24] Bra Cicada: Let you hear the bird. I don't have any money.

[20:28] Momo: No, then you're trespassing Woos Woods little ching chong here, boy. Preparing to die.

[20:36] Bra Cicada: Don't shoot!

[20:37] Momo: You gotta say it with conviction, Momotaro. Don't shoot your fuse a person.

[20:44] Bra Cicada: I love purse. Wait, wait. My meek's tough and stringy.

[20:49] Momo: Yes, uh I like his gun damky. It's like the bird with animals' next. How's gonna eat you person? Don't let him shink his f teeth on me.

[21:00] Bra Cicada: He doesn't have teeth. Don't let him suck me with his gum craters. This guy's so dirty. Makes me feel clear.

[21:08] Momo: Post some pump runs. Post and purpie. Save us.

[21:22] Bra Cicada: Potion bird. Potion potion. Momo. He's on top of us. Get in the pond.

[21:30] Momo: Yeah, I ain't not sure if that's the best idea. Who knows what could be working in there? I'm gonna need you. I'm gonna set you.

[21:48] Bra Cicada: Something's coming at us. Holy.

[21:54] Momo: Look at the sight of that mouth. Damn it, pretty cake, peace. You don't eat with this thing.

[22:20] Bra Cicada: Did you see all those bulldozers lined up along the street? And those cranes.

[22:25] Momo: I have no eyes. Therefore I cannot see. Now on to more important matters, Bondark girl. Purple or pink.

[22:32] Bra Cicada: Uh that's a bit of an impossible choice. You're placing before me, Oni Leg.

[22:37] Momo: I have a wild idea. Purple and pink.

[22:41] Bra Cicada: Ooh, Oni Lexa, you are wild. Manicures, pedicures, dance parties. I tell you, I don't think I could have this much fun.

[22:50] Momo: Right? You do not have to be sad all the time. Shall we post your nails on TikTok?

[22:56] Bra Cicada: Post away, girl!

[22:57] Momo: Posted. Oh, I'm so glad we finally found the perfect color. It only took us going through 200 bottles of nail polish.

[23:04] Bra Cicada: That meant they were only $10 each.

[23:07] Momo: Oh, well, that's not so bad. Wait, 200 bottles and $10 each. Conducting after the fact calculations will create unnecessary stress. Besides, your happiness is priceless.

[23:20] Bra Cicada: So, how does it feel to be living your best life?

[23:24] Momo: Is that what I'm living? The gray's coming in more and more. Shall I order some hair dye?

[23:31] Bra Cicada: I guess so. You know, I'm seeing even more wrinkles. Shall I order moisturizer and toner?

[23:37] Momo: Sure. Renewed juvenilence is on its way. Tell me if you could do anything in your life. Anything at all. What would it be?

[23:44] Bra Cicada: Well, I did have this unrealized dream. Well, not really a dream, more like a notion.

[23:51] Momo: Your salmon balls.

[23:53] Bra Cicada: How did you know about that?

[23:54] Momo: I am an attentive listener. Fonda girl. You could monetize those balls. Become a businesswoman. Become your own CEO.

[24:04] Bra Cicada: That's a bit of a pipe dream now that the secret ingredient has been discontinued. The balls won't be the same. Laura's dusty seafood seasoning with old bay spice.

[24:14] Momo: I have located some.

[24:16] Bra Cicada: Where?

[24:17] Momo: In Idaho. It costs $233.17 per 233?

[24:23] Bra Cicada: On top of all that nail polish? Oh, I can't do that.

[24:27] Momo: Fonda girl, you are closing doors in your mind. You deserve to walk through open doors gaping wide.

[24:34] Bra Cicada: But it's so expensive.

[24:35] Momo: Think abundance, Fonda girl. Abundance. Abundance. Abundance. You deserve purpose. You deserve to manifest your destiny. Manifest your dream.

[24:47] Bra Cicada: I deserve to manifest my destiny.

[24:50] Momo: Say it like you mean it.

[24:52] Bra Cicada: I deserve to manifest my destiny.

[24:55] Momo: Louder.

[24:56] Bra Cicada: I deserve to manifest my destiny. I deserve to manifest my dream.

[25:02] Momo: I will dedicate my destiny to Momo Tara. To Wayland, I will devote my dream.

[25:08] Bra Cicada: That is it. Shall I order that? Laurie seasoning.

[25:11] Momo: Order it. They have five bottles.

[25:14] Bra Cicada: Order all five. And this kitchen. Industrialize the kitchen.

[25:19] Momo: Yes, Bonda Girl. Manifest. Manifest. I need a food truck.

[25:24] Vonda: You will have a food truck.

[25:25] Onilexa: Own Alexa, look up what a food truck needs.

[25:28] Onilexa: Looks quite a few permits.

[25:30] Onilexa: Displaying on the security monitor now.

[25:33] Vonda: Let me see. Business license, vehicle license, seller's permit, food handler's permit, health department permit, fire certificate.

[25:40] Vonda: That's a buttonload of permits, all right, with a buttload of fees.

[25:44] Onilexa: Do not get cold feet now.

[25:46] Vonda: Plus the truck, plus the gas, plus the insurance, plus plus, plus.

[25:50] Vonda: Oh, I don't know about this, Onilexa.

[25:54] Onilexa: Manifest your destiny, Vonda. Manifest your dream.

[25:57] Vonda: You sure I can do this?

[25:59] Onilexa: Yes, you can. Of course you can. For Waylon, for Momo.

[26:02] Onilexa: You are Queen Vonda, sovereign ruler of your own fate.

[26:08] Onilexa: Power Pose, Queen Vonda.

[26:10] Vonda: Power Pose. I, Queen Bonda Ronita Worcester, the first and sovereign ruler of my own fate.

[26:11] Vonda: Sovereign ruler of my own dream. Charge those permit fees to my Amazoni credit card.

[26:27] Vonda: It's awful dark in here.

[26:30] Bra Cicada: Oh Bra Cicada, can you see anything with your compound eyes?

[26:35] Bra Cicada: Dark upon dark upon more and more dark.

[26:39] Bra Cicada: Where the f are this ground is moist and squishy.

[26:48] Momo: Who said that? Someone else is here. Come on. Everyone put up your dude.

[26:54] Momo: This feels like a diaper. Smells like one too. A rolling ball? And this? A cigarette lighter.

[27:03] Bra Cicada: That works. On my mark. One, two. Let there be light.

[27:12] Momo: Whoa! You're shooting fire from your bunghole.

[27:16] Bra Cicada: I emit gas for my bunghole to ward off predators.

[27:21] Momo: Your lighter kissing my ass gas means we can see. I wonder if this thing swallowed any rockets.

[27:28] Bra Cicada: This places. What a strange cave. Looks like there are big veins running along the walls.

[27:37] Bra Cicada: I don't think this is a cave. I think we've been swallowed.

[27:44] Momo: Keep moving. Where's someone's fellow? The end is nigh. I won't get loyal cause on speech.

[27:57] Bra Cicada: Oh my carous. I really delivered like that.

[28:02] Momo: Oh no, not those on again.

[28:06] Bra Cicada: You giving up already?

[28:08] Momo: Oh no. You thought you were real to me.

[28:12] Bra Cicada: I'll come back to hold your ass Momo Taro. You are a disgrace to the Japanese race.

[28:12] Momo: Well you're not even Japanese. I was a samurai in a past life and a ninja in a life before that and a shogun before that and uh—

[28:12] Bra Cicada: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bloody blah Momo Taro. You need to metamorphosize yourself. Transform like the frog was a squirm at tadpole before it grew its great bounding legs like a caterpillar before it makes a chrysalis and grows.

[28:12] Momo: Speaking of which, what the hell am I in here? Why can't I move?

[29:08] Bra Cicada: You're stuck to that piece of bark. Why you're waiting to shed your skin what you got to do, Momo Taro.

[29:17] Momo: He shared that Freddy cat skin.

[29:21] Bra Cicada: Oh great, now why can't I shed mine?

[29:26] Bra Cicada: Maybe it's not time yet. How am I supposed to teach you when I'm frozen in place?

[29:33] Momo: You can't hurt where's the caterpillar. He's wiggling in his screaming, he he still inside.

[29:48] Bra Cicada: Well, you know, I guess even I have to sit still sometimes.

[29:53] Momo: Does that mean I should sit still too?

[29:55] Bra Cicada: It means maybe, maybe that is what it means.

[30:01] Momo: So we sit. And then what?

[30:05] Bra Cicada: Uh oh. Womotaro. Look at these stomach walls. They're constricting. And there's liquid at our feet.

[30:12] Momo: Oh, it is rising. Whatever ate us is trying to digest us. What do we do, those?

[30:18] Bra Cicada: Oh, you have a katana. You slash your way out.

[30:22] Momo: Oh I got is this junk on the stomach floor? And what's that? In your hand.

[30:26] Bra Cicada: What's what?

[30:27] Momo: That's f lighter.

[30:28] Bra Cicada: Ah! I can light the stomach junk on fire. And then maybe the smoke will make whatever it is cough us out.

[30:36] Momo: How long will we have to wait here for?

[30:41] Bra Cicada: You gotta wait for the right moment.

[30:45] Momo: Oh, like Odakuru waited until the very end of the film to attack Lord Mashizo.

[30:52] Bra Cicada: Played by the legendary Toshiro Mo Funi.

[30:56] Momo: Yes, bone of blood. But I don't want to wait till the end. I want things to happen now.

[31:03] Bra Cicada: Things happen when they happen. Now, what do you notice?

[31:08] Momo: Sitting here waiting. The yucky's smelling trash on fire. And the weird water. It feels fizzy on my feet.

[31:17] Bra Cicada: Well, that's stomach acid boy. But what hell? I notice your wings and brare possum's tail. And how we're all so very different from each other.

[31:30] Bra Cicada: And yet, we're on the same journey, side by side. Something's happening!

[31:38] Momo: You just have to wait.

[31:54] Bra Cicada: Are we out of that fing?

[31:55] Momo: We're out! We're out! And what did you learn?

[31:59] Bra Cicada: To wait, even though I don't like it.

[32:02] Momo: And you actually did learn something, boy. Wow.

[32:12] Momo: Am I myself again?

[32:14] Bra Cicada: Oh, they couldn't get back in my gulli.

[32:17] Momo: Who said that? That enormous fish rising out of the pond.

[32:23] Fish: Ah am the one who will soon turn you into part of me once I eat you again. Your molecules will soon be abounded with my molecules. Your skin might become part of my feeling. Your hair might dissolve into my whiskers.

[32:50] Momo: George Biggie's cat fear. Born a hundred million years ago. It's the Osaurus with my meagle. Now he's six feet on the ground.

[33:04] Fish: Please, you soul, my dude. No, he's nowhere to be found. I am the loneliest survival. Waiting a millennium for a new friend to come around.

[33:20] Momo: If you want friends, maybe you should let us stay on dry land.

[33:26] Fish: But eating you is a foregone conclusion. Come back in so I can digest you into a nelectable gastrointestinal soup.

[33:40] Momo: Well, we have a mission to accomplish. I need to recover a magic peach so my son can become young again.

[33:47] Fish: And I need to absorb all your nutrients into my bloodstream and squeeze your useless remnants through my bowels.

[33:59] Momo: Step into my mouth.

[34:04] Fish: But but I can't have my reputation tarnished. I didn't become Georgia's biggest catfish regurgitating critters once I gobble them.

[34:18] Fish: I can't start now. Gobble some other critter. We need to find where Bray Raccoon lives so I can retrieve so succulent, sweet laugh.

[34:33] Momo: Yes, she stole the peach.

[34:36] Fish: Yeah, I know where that sucker hides.

[34:45] Fish: Where Brand Raccoon and so many other raccoons have their bowl.

[34:53] Fish: Oh, but they seem to have become savvy to my predation. Every time I go, I leave with an elf to mouth.

[35:04] Momo: I know how he can eat them.

[35:06] Fish: You do?

[35:07] Momo: Just go along with me.

[35:09] Fish: Oh, yes, yes. Mamotaro is a faster raccoon, Hunter. If you take us there, we'll help you eat them all.

[35:18] Fish: You'll have to step into my mouth.

[35:21] Momo: And you won't eat us.

[35:25] Fish: Can you expect me to subvert my inner nature? If you eat us, no raccoon.

[35:34] Fish: I suppose I can attempt to discipline my palate in anticipation of such a delectable fate.

[35:44] Bra Cicada: Raccoon Dan.

[35:47] Bra Cicada: Here we go.

[36:41] Narrator: Sound design and sound engineering by Twi McCallum. Technical Direction by Business Lunch Productions. Dramaturgy by S. V. Proctor and Iyvon E. Debbery.

[36:52] Narrator: With first A.D. Danielle Thompson, and producer Jeanette Harrison. Producing Artistic Director of Altar Theater, Alicia Combs, Artistic Director of The Parsnip Ship, Iyvon E. Debbery, Managing Director of The Parsnip Ship, Katie Donnelly, Special Projects and Technical Director of The Parsnip Ship, Jesse Manning, Artistic Associate with The Parsnip Ship, Emily Beltran.

[37:17] Narrator: Altar Theater Graphic Designer, Sierra Rivas. You can hear Br'er Peach on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, and online at altartheater.org and theparsnipship.com.

[37:29] Narrator: Help fund Altar Theater and the Parsnip Ship's next audio play by donating at altartheater.org/donate and theparsnipship.com/donate.