It's The Andy Griffith Show

"Hello," Rags said, relief evident in her voice. They were already in a pond, so it wasn't like she could get punted further into the water. "Have you been enjoying the festival?" Despite her altered gait and clumsiness, Rags' had a fine speaking voice. It was something she prided herself on; there was so little she could be proud of. Or at least that's what it felt like.

Rosemary seemed to have an air of... something. It was intriguing. "I'm Ragnheiðr. And you?" Another fish darted by and she went for it, hoping to snag a big one. Right? That's what they were after, wasn't it? Some of the rules of this festival were terribly strange.

Attempt #2