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How the Fuzzles Split
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By: Super_Kacheek (Falconess's NeoPet)
*A-hem.
A short, short while ago, those cool guys who made NeoPets came up with a new idea for a toy for us pets to play with. Since many of our owners liked to play with stuffed toys, they figured we would too. So they sat and thought and thought and thought and thought and then they came up with the fuzzle! (Sheesh, all that thinking and you think they might think of something cool! But Oh-NO! They had to make a girly, fuzzy little - *Falconess taps SK on the shoulder)
Oh! Sorry! I got carried away! (Mommy says I do that a whole lot!) Anyways, lots of pets liked 'em, and they became the next cool fad. Everybody wanted fuzzles!
Everybody, except Dr. Sloth. He hated their cutesy smiles and poofy hairdos. But, the toy sellers were making oodles and oodles of Neopoints, so Dr. Sloth wanted to make some more too (so he could do all of his weirdo 'experiments' and junk).
He ordered a yellow one and had it sent to his secret lab in the Space Station. He opened the box and took it out. He couldn't figure out why all of Neopia was raging over this cheaply made toy. It made him so frustrated that he squeezed it so hard that the stuffing stuff burst out, and a few tuffs of hair fell to the floor. It looked like a shredded jubjub. Great, he thought, now he had ruined it. He couldn't sell it like that.
Suddenly, he thought of a brillant idea. He called in one of his mutant grundo captains.
"Yes, sir?" the grundo saluted.
"I want you to repair this toy," Sloth ordered, tossing the limp toy to the general.
"But sir, I've never sewn in my life!" he wimpered, trying to hand back the toy.
"Good, all the better!" Sloth grinned sinisterly, "I'll expect you back in half an hour."
The captain started to say something, but decided not to. (Sloth is known for his mean temper!)
He returned a half hour later with a weird looking fuzzle, or was it a fuzzle? Sloth snatched it from his hands and took a look at it.
There was way too much stuffing in the feet so they were like clown's feet, and it stood up on its own. The smile was stitched up in little x's and the eyes stood out staring... staring deep into his soul. A smile curled on his lips, "Excellent job, Captain! I'm promoting you to General! Now get out!"
The now General Grundo thanked him and left Sloth alone with his new toy. He continued to look at it. It's so... evil, he thought, just like me! He immediately sent pictures of it to his factories and had them start mass producing his new line of evil fuzzles. Within each one, he also had implanted small spying devices so he could keep track of all of Neopia without any owner or pet ever knowing.
Soon, his Evil Fuzzles were at the top of every collectors wish list and thousands of Evil Fuzzle stores and galleries opened up around Neopia. He was making a fortune in Neopoints. Sloth still didn't like the now "normal" fuzzles, but he could care less, he didn't have the time. After all, he had to take his wittle evil fuzzle for a walkie and share with it his plans for world domination!
THE END
How the Fuzzles Split
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By: Super_Kacheek (Falconess's NeoPet)
*A-hem.
A short, short while ago, those cool guys who made NeoPets came up with a new idea for a toy for us pets to play with. Since many of our owners liked to play with stuffed toys, they figured we would too. So they sat and thought and thought and thought and thought and then they came up with the fuzzle! (Sheesh, all that thinking and you think they might think of something cool! But Oh-NO! They had to make a girly, fuzzy little - *Falconess taps SK on the shoulder)
Oh! Sorry! I got carried away! (Mommy says I do that a whole lot!) Anyways, lots of pets liked 'em, and they became the next cool fad. Everybody wanted fuzzles!
Everybody, except Dr. Sloth. He hated their cutesy smiles and poofy hairdos. But, the toy sellers were making oodles and oodles of Neopoints, so Dr. Sloth wanted to make some more too (so he could do all of his weirdo 'experiments' and junk).
He ordered a yellow one and had it sent to his secret lab in the Space Station. He opened the box and took it out. He couldn't figure out why all of Neopia was raging over this cheaply made toy. It made him so frustrated that he squeezed it so hard that the stuffing stuff burst out, and a few tuffs of hair fell to the floor. It looked like a shredded jubjub. Great, he thought, now he had ruined it. He couldn't sell it like that.
Suddenly, he thought of a brillant idea. He called in one of his mutant grundo captains.
"Yes, sir?" the grundo saluted.
"I want you to repair this toy," Sloth ordered, tossing the limp toy to the general.
"But sir, I've never sewn in my life!" he wimpered, trying to hand back the toy.
"Good, all the better!" Sloth grinned sinisterly, "I'll expect you back in half an hour."
The captain started to say something, but decided not to. (Sloth is known for his mean temper!)
He returned a half hour later with a weird looking fuzzle, or was it a fuzzle? Sloth snatched it from his hands and took a look at it.
There was way too much stuffing in the feet so they were like clown's feet, and it stood up on its own. The smile was stitched up in little x's and the eyes stood out staring... staring deep into his soul. A smile curled on his lips, "Excellent job, Captain! I'm promoting you to General! Now get out!"
The now General Grundo thanked him and left Sloth alone with his new toy. He continued to look at it. It's so... evil, he thought, just like me! He immediately sent pictures of it to his factories and had them start mass producing his new line of evil fuzzles. Within each one, he also had implanted small spying devices so he could keep track of all of Neopia without any owner or pet ever knowing.
Soon, his Evil Fuzzles were at the top of every collectors wish list and thousands of Evil Fuzzle stores and galleries opened up around Neopia. He was making a fortune in Neopoints. Sloth still didn't like the now "normal" fuzzles, but he could care less, he didn't have the time. After all, he had to take his wittle evil fuzzle for a walkie and share with it his plans for world domination!
THE END