I don't want to get in trouble so just to let you know I (still) don't own
any of the copyrighted material in here.....
I apologize to any Hilary Duff fans in advance......
Ch. 3. "You Are HERE"
Mr. Potato-Head floated grumpily down the sewer. Occasionally he'd meet a triumphant gold fish who would cry, "All drains lead to the ocean!" Mr. Potato-Head was becoming increasingly grimy. His beautiful sleek, plastic skin was becoming dark, gooey and just plain gross.
He eventually found himself inside a water-treatment plant. He got caught in a filter along with a bunch of shiny objects, including a ring. A freakish gray creature suddenly pounced on the ring crying "The PRECIOUS! We has found the PRECIOUS!"
A water-treatment worker rushed over with a fly-swatter and yelled "Shoo! SHOO!" and swatted at the weird gray creature. The creature ran out cackling "We has it! We has got the precious!"
The worker turned around and spotted Mr. Potato-Head "WHOA that is one big tur-" "Hello," Mr. Potato-Head interrupted. "AHHHH! IT LIVES!" The worker shrieked. He started shouting and running around the building hysterically.
The water-treatment plant had a lot of big, expensive shiny equipment. The worker ran into it. CRASH. Bye-bye shiny equipment!
The hysterical man ran into the phone. The phone said "Watch it, Buster!" The man frantically dialed 911. "AHH! HELP ME THERE"S A TALKING TUR-" He was interrupted by the prerecorded voice. "You have reached 911." The worker did a double-take, "really?" "Yes," answered the prerecorded voice. "If you have an emergency, press 1. If you want to CREATE an emergency, press 2 to hear Hilary Duff music." The worker man, having completely forgotten Mr. Potato-Head, was excited, "OOO! BUTTONS!" The guy pressed random numbers, including 2.
'Why Not?' by Hilary Duff played through the phone. The worker dropped the receiver and fell slowly to the floor, twitching. He moaned, and started to writhe and bubble. He went transparent and became Agent Smith.
"Give me the codes," demanded Agent Smith. "The codes to what?" asked a bewildered Mr. Potato-Head. "The codes to Animal Crossing!" replied an angry Agent Smith. "NO! MY free-from-the-internet cheat codes!" cried Mr. Potato-Head.
Randomly, Agent Smith warped into TWO Agent Smiths. "I am Agent Smith," said the new one. "No, I am Agent Smith!" insisted the old one. "Do you wanna take this outside?" threatened the second Agent Smith. "No, let's finish this right here." The two went into a furious battle using an array of physically impossible yet classically Matrix moves.
Mr. Potato-Head got bored watching the excellent show of battle skills, and hopped out of the filter. He rolled across the floor. And out the door.
It was a terribly sunny day. The sun hurt his eyes, so he took them off and stashed them in his handy-dandy butt compartment. Unfortunately, then he couldn't see anything. So he walked along the street bumping into things until he finally gave up and put back on his eyes.
"I wonder where I am?" Mr. Potato-Head thought aloud. Then he noticed a sign. It read "YOU ARE HERE." "Oh! Thanks! Now I know I'm here!"
So Mr. Potato-Head set off to explore here, and found himself in an alleyway. Stretched crisscrossing above him were many clothes lines, undergarments waving in the breeze. One crisp white pair of underpants broke free of the clothespins and drifted gently towards the ground. It landed gracefully in a heap on Mr. Potato-Head's head.
"HEY YOU!" someone yelled from behind. Mr. Potato-Head turned around to see a guy wearing a neat black suit and tie running towards him. He was wearing sunglasses too, that read "MICKEY MOUSE IS MY HERO" on the sides. "I'm with the FBI. Agent 001. You are under arrest." "For what?" asked a confused Mr. Potato-Head. "You bear a strong resemblance to Osama bin Laden, with that turban on. You are under arrest for being a terrorist." "Turban? This is a pair of underpants!" "Don't play funny with me, Mr. Terrorist!"
Agent 001 began to drag Mr. Potato-Head off. Up in the sky, he could here a small plane. The plane swooped down, and Mr. Potato-Head could see it was driven by two mice. Agent Smith was astounded and he let go of Mr. Potato- Head with his jaw hanging down.
"Jump in!" Cried the two little mice. "Uh....WHO are YOU?" asked Mr. Potato- Head. "We're the rescuers, with the United Nations of Mice. We have two Disney movies, aren't we special?" "Uh....yeah...." Mr. Potato-Head hopped into the plane and whipped off his turban/underpants. "Where are we headed?" he asked. "Who cares?" they answered.
The plane zoomed off into the unknown. Mr. Potato-Head didn't like the wind on his eyes, so he took them off again, and stored them in his handy-dandy butt compartment.
So Mr. Potato-Head continues on his journey blind to the dangers ahead (literally)............
Ch. 3. "You Are HERE"
Mr. Potato-Head floated grumpily down the sewer. Occasionally he'd meet a triumphant gold fish who would cry, "All drains lead to the ocean!" Mr. Potato-Head was becoming increasingly grimy. His beautiful sleek, plastic skin was becoming dark, gooey and just plain gross.
He eventually found himself inside a water-treatment plant. He got caught in a filter along with a bunch of shiny objects, including a ring. A freakish gray creature suddenly pounced on the ring crying "The PRECIOUS! We has found the PRECIOUS!"
A water-treatment worker rushed over with a fly-swatter and yelled "Shoo! SHOO!" and swatted at the weird gray creature. The creature ran out cackling "We has it! We has got the precious!"
The worker turned around and spotted Mr. Potato-Head "WHOA that is one big tur-" "Hello," Mr. Potato-Head interrupted. "AHHHH! IT LIVES!" The worker shrieked. He started shouting and running around the building hysterically.
The water-treatment plant had a lot of big, expensive shiny equipment. The worker ran into it. CRASH. Bye-bye shiny equipment!
The hysterical man ran into the phone. The phone said "Watch it, Buster!" The man frantically dialed 911. "AHH! HELP ME THERE"S A TALKING TUR-" He was interrupted by the prerecorded voice. "You have reached 911." The worker did a double-take, "really?" "Yes," answered the prerecorded voice. "If you have an emergency, press 1. If you want to CREATE an emergency, press 2 to hear Hilary Duff music." The worker man, having completely forgotten Mr. Potato-Head, was excited, "OOO! BUTTONS!" The guy pressed random numbers, including 2.
'Why Not?' by Hilary Duff played through the phone. The worker dropped the receiver and fell slowly to the floor, twitching. He moaned, and started to writhe and bubble. He went transparent and became Agent Smith.
"Give me the codes," demanded Agent Smith. "The codes to what?" asked a bewildered Mr. Potato-Head. "The codes to Animal Crossing!" replied an angry Agent Smith. "NO! MY free-from-the-internet cheat codes!" cried Mr. Potato-Head.
Randomly, Agent Smith warped into TWO Agent Smiths. "I am Agent Smith," said the new one. "No, I am Agent Smith!" insisted the old one. "Do you wanna take this outside?" threatened the second Agent Smith. "No, let's finish this right here." The two went into a furious battle using an array of physically impossible yet classically Matrix moves.
Mr. Potato-Head got bored watching the excellent show of battle skills, and hopped out of the filter. He rolled across the floor. And out the door.
It was a terribly sunny day. The sun hurt his eyes, so he took them off and stashed them in his handy-dandy butt compartment. Unfortunately, then he couldn't see anything. So he walked along the street bumping into things until he finally gave up and put back on his eyes.
"I wonder where I am?" Mr. Potato-Head thought aloud. Then he noticed a sign. It read "YOU ARE HERE." "Oh! Thanks! Now I know I'm here!"
So Mr. Potato-Head set off to explore here, and found himself in an alleyway. Stretched crisscrossing above him were many clothes lines, undergarments waving in the breeze. One crisp white pair of underpants broke free of the clothespins and drifted gently towards the ground. It landed gracefully in a heap on Mr. Potato-Head's head.
"HEY YOU!" someone yelled from behind. Mr. Potato-Head turned around to see a guy wearing a neat black suit and tie running towards him. He was wearing sunglasses too, that read "MICKEY MOUSE IS MY HERO" on the sides. "I'm with the FBI. Agent 001. You are under arrest." "For what?" asked a confused Mr. Potato-Head. "You bear a strong resemblance to Osama bin Laden, with that turban on. You are under arrest for being a terrorist." "Turban? This is a pair of underpants!" "Don't play funny with me, Mr. Terrorist!"
Agent 001 began to drag Mr. Potato-Head off. Up in the sky, he could here a small plane. The plane swooped down, and Mr. Potato-Head could see it was driven by two mice. Agent Smith was astounded and he let go of Mr. Potato- Head with his jaw hanging down.
"Jump in!" Cried the two little mice. "Uh....WHO are YOU?" asked Mr. Potato- Head. "We're the rescuers, with the United Nations of Mice. We have two Disney movies, aren't we special?" "Uh....yeah...." Mr. Potato-Head hopped into the plane and whipped off his turban/underpants. "Where are we headed?" he asked. "Who cares?" they answered.
The plane zoomed off into the unknown. Mr. Potato-Head didn't like the wind on his eyes, so he took them off again, and stored them in his handy-dandy butt compartment.
So Mr. Potato-Head continues on his journey blind to the dangers ahead (literally)............