-Meap's World 2012-
"Well don't complain to me about it! Go find him, you worthless heaps of metal!", Mitch said angrily to his robots before they quickly flew off. "And hurry up before-"
"MEAP!", Meap cut in, landing from his ship onto the floor with the kids behind him.
"Ah! Meap! My old-"
"Yeah, hello. Where's Phineas?!", Isabella snarled, marching past Meap, surprising the others some.
"Yes! Well.. I... I can't tell you that.", Mitch said, folding his arms over his chest. "So there. Nyah."
He stuck out his tongue but Isabella was impatient to get Phineas back. She yanked Mitch's cape, pulled him to height and took hold of his shirt.
"Mitch, please! I am NOT in the mood for games!", she hissed.
"Uh... W-w-well...", Mitch began, a little off-guard now.
"Where is he?!"
"I-I don't know! He ran off!", Mitch finally admitted, causing the kids and Meap to groan.
"Meap!?", Meap exclaimed.
"Well I'm looking for him right now, Meap! Cool your jets!", Mitch said, throwing off the girl's hand and standing back up. "It'll only be a matter of time before I have that kid as my hostage!"
"Don't count on it!", Isabella warned.
"Meap!", Meap ordered, hopping back into his spaceship.
The other retreated and the search was on. But where was Ohio? Ohio had hitched his ride and was going into town. He wasn't sure what he could do on an alien planet, but he'd learn. He was smart. He wasn't going to let an unknown planet stop him from surviving. If Doofenshmirtz couldn't stop him, nothing but Rhode could. He hopped off the car and began walking through the streets of the city. He wondered if everyone spoke English but as he looked around at the natives, it seemed they had another language. One consisting entirely of the word, "meap". And the more Ohio looked around, the more he began to assume that most natives were small, something like the stuffed bears Isabella would want him to win at a claw-machine, and very friendly as they all waved at him and smiled. Or so he hoped that was being friendly and not a warning. After all, cultures on one planet varied greatly. Another planet, who knew what could happen to him? But as Ohio turned another corner, pausing to let his legs rest, a group of very small meaplings came up to him.
"Meap! Meap! Meap!", the majority urged one, pushing him to Ohio as he held a pen and paper.
"Meeeaaap!", the one said, almost nervously.
Suddenly foam began to pour out of the kids' mouths and Ohio jumped back with a yelp. They looked at him curiously then at each other. THEN they understood what it was and all began to laugh. One made a silly mustahce out of the foam. Another began to make a Santa Claus face out of it. Finally one turned around with an oddly shaped cow-head, and the others stopped laughing and stared.
"...Meap?", one asked, not getting the reference to Rocko's Modern Life.
"...M-meap.", it held out a hand and wiped away the foam.
They wiped off their foam and smiled back, showing their non-rabid health. Then Ohio remembered what Mitch said. Phineas had already been to this planet. In fact, he saved this planet. So these creatures were friendly. And by the looks of it, Phineas had quite something of respect here as well.
"Meap!", one barked.
The small meapling looked up at Ohio who offered a friendly smile down at it in return.
"M...meap?", it said, holding up the pen and paper.
"...You want my autograph?", Ohio guessed.
"Meap!", it nodded quickly.
"Um... I.. Oh geez. I'm sorry guys. But I'm not Phineas. The name's Ohio Flynn.", Ohio explained. "Phineas and I swapped lives for the day."
The group seemed slightly disappointed.
"...But I AM his great grandfather.", he said, hoping it would cheer them up.
That did the trick even better than he was hoping. They smiled widely and the young one handed him the paper back up.
"Just cause I'm his grandfather? That boy must've done something pretty amazing for this.", said, taking the pen and paper and scratching out his name. "There you go."
"Meeap!", the young one bounced up and down excitedly.
Ohio smiled and before he knew it, he was being pulled on by his arms by the small aliens, practically being dragged along.
"What? You want me to hang out with you guys?", he asked, earning eager nods. "I'd love to but I can't. I'm busy trying to- Say! Hey, do you guys know a GREAT hiding place for me?"
They looked at him curiously.
"I'm hiding from this tall, red and black guy. Maybe you've seen him? He has a scar over one eye.", Ohio described. "He said his name was Mitch. He wanted to-"
The meaplings gasped and Ohio smiled a bit, glad to see they knew the same guy.
"You know him? He's trying to catch me.", he said.
They looked at each other fearfully, said something in their native tongue, and then began to pull on Ohio again.
"You're taking me someplace safe?", he hoped and was glad to see the nod. "Alright, let's go!"
And off they went. Past the houses nearby into a small forest-like area. After a while of walking and searching, the kids soon came up to their hidden clubhouse. It was made of some old flats. Like the kind of flats you see carrying groceries in Aldis or something. And there were tree stumps to take them up to the house. But there was plenty of room and a good roof. Ohio felt something safer now.
"Thanks guys.", he gave a nod, earning several meaps from the others. "Kinda wish I knew what you guys were sayin' though."
They sighed a bit but then one snapped its fingers as an idea came to mind. Quickly grabbing a pencil and paper, it began to write.
"We can write!", the note said. "Sorry, but our parents won't let us have a universal mustache translator."
"Oh. Oh no, it's alright.", Ohio smiled kindly. "At least there's SOME communication, right?"
The kids gave nods of approval and another one wrote, "Mr. Ohio? Do you wanna play a game with us?"
Ohio thought it over a bit but then agreed to it. They came out of the playhouse and played games like hide-and-seek, tag, they swung on ropes the kids tied to trees, they had all sorts of fun. Before Ohio knew it, he was rolling in the dirt, half an hour later, tired and out of breath but still laughing as everyone joined him.
"You know, guys. I haven't had this much fun since... Well for as long as I could remember.", Ohio admitted when they caught their breaths.
"Meap?", one of them asked, looking up at him.
"Oh. No.", Ohio shook his head. "No, I don't play games a whole lot, really. Actually, cause see, I'm an orphan. I have to work a lot and work hard if I wanna make money. That way I could have a place to live, clothes to wear, food to eat. And in all honesty, I haven't had a day off or a full meal in...quite a while."
The meaplings gasped hearing this and looked at each other sorrowfully. They've never heard of such a calamity. Someone to be so young, so poor, and has never had a day to play. In all honest concern and care, they soon ran into the playhouse and reappeared moments later with a big bowl of carbonated goulash, holding it up for the boy.
"Oh! Oh, no. No, guys. I-I can't..", Ohio shook his head kindly as they offered it.
"Meap! Meap!", the chanted, still offering it earnestly.
Ohio smiled some and took the bowl. His smile stiffened a bit, seeing the foreign substance that filled the bowl but did agree to take a bite, though hesitant of it. However, before a spoonful could reach his lips, a loud whooshing noise filled the sky as Mitch's spaceship flew over their heads and turned to face Ohio.
"AHA!", Mitch's voice boomed over an intercom. "I've got you now, Ohio Flynn!"
As the other meaplings ran away in fear, Ohio only stared up in shock. He looked around for something to defend himself with and threw the only thing he had. The goulash splattered all over the windshield and the spaceship jerked and wavered in the sky as Mitch's voice was heard panicking.
"AAH! Goulash! I can't see! I can't see!", he cried out, as if he was a little girl.
The ship flew away in the mad confusion and Ohio breathed a sigh of relief. The other meaplings saw what had happened and raced over to cheer him on in triumph. The kids celebrated their victory for the moment, but in other places of time, there was much less of a good moment.
