Mr. Electric's Rules
Holy. Electric. Shock.
One: I must never try and take over Planet Drool again. Obviously.
Two: I really need to come up with punny-ier jokes.
Three: After that last one, I need to stop completely.
Four: I will not make anymore pun-jokes about electricity.
Five: No one gets them.
Six: I must explain why my voice keeps popping up as random characters in the movie.
Seven: I must get a smaller head.
Eight: The one I have now frightens young children.
Nine: Even though that's the point.
Ten: Plug hounds are a no-go, you hoe.
Eleven: I may not say "hoe" in the rules, even though I'm a fully grown….thing.
Twelve: I must figure out what I am.
Thirteen: I must learn to stand up for myself, because working for a ten year old is sad.
Fourteen: Maybe I could find a nice electric-woman and have little sixty watt-children.
Fifteen: At least they'd be sparky.
Sixteen: I should learn to control my electrical anger.
Seventeen: I should consider joining Sharkboy for anger management classes.
Eighteen: We could be anger buddies and beat each other with foam bats.
Nineteen: Actually, no.
Twenty: I must never beat children.
Twenty-One: With anything.
Twenty-Two: That's kind of considered wrong in the real world.
Twenty-Three: Wrong and…kinky.
Twenty-Four: I must never be kinky towards children.
Twenty-Five: I need to learn better songs, than crazy frog.
Twenty-Six: That's a little creepy.
Twenty-Seven: I must not be creepy.
Twenty-Eight: At least, not from this point on.
Twenty-Nine: My past will not be considered.
Thirty: Nor will the fact of my previous child molestation records.
Thirty-One: I just need to go back and be the God damned electrician of the planet.
Thirty-Two: I must not say God damned anymore.
Thirty-Three: Even though I'm an adult…thing.
Thirty-Four: I must refer to rule number twelve.
Thirty-Five: I may not enter the real world again to destroy it.
Thirty-Six: I will never prosper with his goal.
Thirty-Seven: After all, I was created by a ten year old.
Thirty-Eight: I must realize my life is a children's movie, and I'll never win anything.
Thirty-Nine: Mainly because I have a very round head and little electric limbs.
Forty: And not in a flattering way.
Forty-One: I must explain to little children how an electric…thing (see twelve) gets gas.
Forty-Two: I must also explain above rule to the list.
Forty-Three: I must not question who writes the list.
Forty-Four: The list is God.
Forty-Five: Unlike Sharkboy.
Forty-Six: I, also, must refer to Lavagirl's list to understand this.
Forty-Seven: I really need to get over my fear of sharks.
Forty-Eight: And I must not say that king of the ocean kid frightens me.
Forty-Nine: The fact that he has an eight-pack means nothing.
Fifty: It just makes him so much sexier
Fifty-One: I must not call Sharkboy sexy.
Fifty-Two: Or anyone, for that matter.
Fifty-Three: I must see rule twenty-six.
Fifty-Four: I must sign this stupid list that accused me of being a freak-o.
Fifty-Five: I must not call the list stupid.
Fifty-Six: And I just proved I was a freak-o for saying the word freak-o.
Fifty-Seven: Thrice.
(Unwillingly) Signed,
Mr. Electric.
Sharkboy: I hate these lists...
Lavagirl: I know! They are so limiting...and...and you haven't gelled your hair in a month and it looks normal! It's just so wrong...
Max: Erm...well, maybe we should conspire.
Mr. Electric: Shocking, Max.
Max: ...Why?
Mr. E: I just really wanted to make a pun.
Sharkboy: Yeah. Anyways. Conspire?
Max: Yeah! Plot against the evil list...
Linus: No fair! I haven't gotten my rules made yet!
Lava: Oh shut up. You're Mr. Positive now.
SB: GAY! -laughs hysterically- I'm tickle me Elmo!
Lava: Really??
Da List: NO! You are all breaking the rules!!
Linus: Not me!
Da List: Except him. But he's cool because he has the same first two letters in his name as me...
Max: -mutters- Girls totally dig the DayDreamer.
SB: CONSPIRE! Wait, is that word?
Da List: Oh, how I loath them...I wish death upon you all!
Mr. E: Watt??
SB: -punches Mr. E- Jackass.