You know who belongs to who, and what belongs to what (okay
the ideas belong to JK Rowling, and Disney belongs to the
megalomaniacs whom own Disney.
***
It is the year 2321 on planet Earth. Much is the same as it is now,
television dominates average American's lives, people are more
worried about possessions than each other, and Americans still
get chili and Chile confused. The strangest of all, even though we
saw it coming, Disney controls everyone and everything.
***
It was a sunny, yet smoggy, day in Mickeyville (formerly Orlando,
Florida), the Chief Megalomaniac, Emanuel Zubov, was sitting in
his office on the 435th floor of the George W. Bush Memorial
Building.
He pushed the button on his phone to summon his secretary.
"Yes, Mr. Zubov?" His secretary asked.
"What children's book have we not stolen the rights to and
destroyed by animation and lost and forgotten celebrity voice-
overs?"
He heard the sound of flipping through pages, and finally a sigh,
"Sir, it seems the only one left is the entire Harry Potter series."
He smiled to himself, "So it shall be. Go hire a write for me,
please."
"Yes sir, right away."
***
Within minutes, Emanuel Zubov's secretary replied. "Mr. Zubov."
He smiled, "Yes?"
"We have hired a writer, the final script should be done within
four to five minutes."
"That long?"
"Well, we were thinking of a revision or so."
"Piddlyposh, revising is so 20th century. We are in the 24th! Only
those of meek corporations do revisions."
"Yes sir. Oh, the writer is at my desk right now. He has to final
draft, should I transmit it to you?"
He sighed, "I suppose."
As soon as he finished his sentence, a piece of paper appeared on
his desk with the title 'Harold Pottery and the Warlock's Rock'.
Emanuel smiled, for he knew he had a box office hit sitting in front
of him. He began to read.
the ideas belong to JK Rowling, and Disney belongs to the
megalomaniacs whom own Disney.
***
It is the year 2321 on planet Earth. Much is the same as it is now,
television dominates average American's lives, people are more
worried about possessions than each other, and Americans still
get chili and Chile confused. The strangest of all, even though we
saw it coming, Disney controls everyone and everything.
***
It was a sunny, yet smoggy, day in Mickeyville (formerly Orlando,
Florida), the Chief Megalomaniac, Emanuel Zubov, was sitting in
his office on the 435th floor of the George W. Bush Memorial
Building.
He pushed the button on his phone to summon his secretary.
"Yes, Mr. Zubov?" His secretary asked.
"What children's book have we not stolen the rights to and
destroyed by animation and lost and forgotten celebrity voice-
overs?"
He heard the sound of flipping through pages, and finally a sigh,
"Sir, it seems the only one left is the entire Harry Potter series."
He smiled to himself, "So it shall be. Go hire a write for me,
please."
"Yes sir, right away."
***
Within minutes, Emanuel Zubov's secretary replied. "Mr. Zubov."
He smiled, "Yes?"
"We have hired a writer, the final script should be done within
four to five minutes."
"That long?"
"Well, we were thinking of a revision or so."
"Piddlyposh, revising is so 20th century. We are in the 24th! Only
those of meek corporations do revisions."
"Yes sir. Oh, the writer is at my desk right now. He has to final
draft, should I transmit it to you?"
He sighed, "I suppose."
As soon as he finished his sentence, a piece of paper appeared on
his desk with the title 'Harold Pottery and the Warlock's Rock'.
Emanuel smiled, for he knew he had a box office hit sitting in front
of him. He began to read.