Drake Stone

[Drake turns on the camera, then walks over and sits down. He's wearing his norma performing attire, which means four inch heels and lots of glitter. A small yorkie trots over and lays down in his lap. She has a little black bow in her fur.]

So, I was bored and I figured I'd do a little trick. Didn't think of doing it on Valentine's Day, but oh well.

[He begins petting the dog.] Hello, Elvira, is there something in your mouth? [Drake reaches into the dog's mouth and appears to be pulling a scarf out of it. The scarf is black with red hearts. He tugs on it for a bit, and it seems that the dog has been taught to play along, moving as if though the scarf is really being pulled out of her, though if one watches closely, Elvira's movements seem to be going with Drake's hand gestures rather than the movements of the scarf itself. Once the scarf is out of her mouth, he wraps it around his neck and looks down at it.] It could use a bit more pizazz, though.

[With a snap of his fingers, it begins to sparkle.] But really, I have enough scarves.

[And then he takes it off, wads it up into a ball in his hands, completely covering the material up. When he pulls his hands apart, the scarf is gone, and a red stuffed heart made of some cloth he got from the art room and sewed up falls into his lap. The dog sees it and grabs it, beginning to chew.]

And I think Elvira's got a bit more use for it like that, anyway.