MorphManiac-Hey everyone! I'm really sorry I haven't updated in so long,
I've just been kind of stuck in my writing. After I post this I'll be gone
for a week, come back on a Saturday, and then leave for another week. So
after I post this I probably won't post again until the end of this month.
Sorry for any inconveniences!
R&Rs SilverMeteor: Thanks for the suggestion! It really helped!
Selphie-Almasy13: Thank you also. You gave me a really good idea!
The Dark Illustrator & Goth-girl: Thank you both for reviewing.
MorphManiac: Keep reviewing! Every time I get one, I feel happy and I don't feel like no one likes me. No worms for me! ^_^
To the fan-fic!
Disclaimer: I do not own Trix, Betty Boop, Bruce Almighty, Finding Nemo, or Rosy O's. I do not own Rosy O's because they do not exist. The only reason I used Rosy O's is because they are based on someone I know who is...well...look at their description!
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As Randolph walked onto the set of his new job, there was no word that could describe his happiness. No, it wasn't happiness. It was joy. You see, happiness is an empty emotion. You feel it for a while, and then it's gone. It's because of endorphins that keep you happy. When they are gone, there is no more happiness. Joy is a heartfelt emotion. It is joy that keeps you, shall we say, "happy" all day. This is how our rabbit friend felt.
Randolph turned away, frightened to go up to his new boss and coworkers. He was uncertain about how they would treat him. He was worried how good of an actor he would be. He looked around the commercial background. "Is this really me?" he wondered. "Is this what my life holds?" His eyes fell on his wife, Betty. She smiled and waved flirtatiously at him. He smiled back, the joy of the day filling him once more. He ran up to his wife, kissed his gently, and ran up to his boss.
He smiled and held out his hand. "Hello, sir!" he greeted politely. The director shook his hand and smiled back. Randolph liked him already. The director handed him the script and said in a deep voice, "Get familiar with your lines. We'll have them up on a screen for you, but you should have a vague idea of what's going on." Randolph took the script, smiled again, and sat down in a chair marked "Randolph Rabbit." He looked and the first page, which said:
Rosy O's: Commercial one Character: Ronald-played by Randolph Rabbit
Randolph smiled. The entire commercial was focused on him.
It only took three takes to get the commercial just right. Everyone was delighted with Randolph, this being his first work in the commercial business. That afternoon he got five calls from different companies, asking him to join with them. All times Randolph refused, saying he had already signed on with Rosy O's.
Randolph was in high spirits when we went to work the next day. He was going to shoot a second commercial, depending on how good the market was.
"The star is here!" Randolph cried as he made his entrance to the set. But to his surprise, all the lights were off, and no one was there. Randolph had an eerie feeling as we walked to his chair. There was a note. It only had one sentence. There was no signature. It read: "Rosy O's went bankrupt."
*
"Bankrupt? How could it go bankrupt?" Randolph screamed to the empty stage. "Everyone loved me!" Randolph went to the director's office, where we knew he would find the crew, just playing a joke on him. It was empty, save one piece of paper on the floor. Trembling, Randolph picked it up. It read:
Comments on Rosy O's "They're awful." "They make me fat." "I look like a monkey when I run or do any activity." "They taste like spinach and cottage cheese mixed together and put in milk." "I'm never eating this again." "I'm going to tell my friends not to eat it."
Randolph dropped the paper. It drifted slowly to the floor. Then he ran out.
***
MorphManiac: Poor rabbit. I'll update in two weeks when I get back! Please R&R!
(I'm sorry I haven't updated my other story. I have writer's block on it.)
"I will call him Squishy and he will be mine, and he will be my squishy."
"Look, I'm gonna go touch the butt!"
"Smite me, Almighty Smiter!"
R&Rs SilverMeteor: Thanks for the suggestion! It really helped!
Selphie-Almasy13: Thank you also. You gave me a really good idea!
The Dark Illustrator & Goth-girl: Thank you both for reviewing.
MorphManiac: Keep reviewing! Every time I get one, I feel happy and I don't feel like no one likes me. No worms for me! ^_^
To the fan-fic!
Disclaimer: I do not own Trix, Betty Boop, Bruce Almighty, Finding Nemo, or Rosy O's. I do not own Rosy O's because they do not exist. The only reason I used Rosy O's is because they are based on someone I know who is...well...look at their description!
***
As Randolph walked onto the set of his new job, there was no word that could describe his happiness. No, it wasn't happiness. It was joy. You see, happiness is an empty emotion. You feel it for a while, and then it's gone. It's because of endorphins that keep you happy. When they are gone, there is no more happiness. Joy is a heartfelt emotion. It is joy that keeps you, shall we say, "happy" all day. This is how our rabbit friend felt.
Randolph turned away, frightened to go up to his new boss and coworkers. He was uncertain about how they would treat him. He was worried how good of an actor he would be. He looked around the commercial background. "Is this really me?" he wondered. "Is this what my life holds?" His eyes fell on his wife, Betty. She smiled and waved flirtatiously at him. He smiled back, the joy of the day filling him once more. He ran up to his wife, kissed his gently, and ran up to his boss.
He smiled and held out his hand. "Hello, sir!" he greeted politely. The director shook his hand and smiled back. Randolph liked him already. The director handed him the script and said in a deep voice, "Get familiar with your lines. We'll have them up on a screen for you, but you should have a vague idea of what's going on." Randolph took the script, smiled again, and sat down in a chair marked "Randolph Rabbit." He looked and the first page, which said:
Rosy O's: Commercial one Character: Ronald-played by Randolph Rabbit
Randolph smiled. The entire commercial was focused on him.
It only took three takes to get the commercial just right. Everyone was delighted with Randolph, this being his first work in the commercial business. That afternoon he got five calls from different companies, asking him to join with them. All times Randolph refused, saying he had already signed on with Rosy O's.
Randolph was in high spirits when we went to work the next day. He was going to shoot a second commercial, depending on how good the market was.
"The star is here!" Randolph cried as he made his entrance to the set. But to his surprise, all the lights were off, and no one was there. Randolph had an eerie feeling as we walked to his chair. There was a note. It only had one sentence. There was no signature. It read: "Rosy O's went bankrupt."
*
"Bankrupt? How could it go bankrupt?" Randolph screamed to the empty stage. "Everyone loved me!" Randolph went to the director's office, where we knew he would find the crew, just playing a joke on him. It was empty, save one piece of paper on the floor. Trembling, Randolph picked it up. It read:
Comments on Rosy O's "They're awful." "They make me fat." "I look like a monkey when I run or do any activity." "They taste like spinach and cottage cheese mixed together and put in milk." "I'm never eating this again." "I'm going to tell my friends not to eat it."
Randolph dropped the paper. It drifted slowly to the floor. Then he ran out.
***
MorphManiac: Poor rabbit. I'll update in two weeks when I get back! Please R&R!
(I'm sorry I haven't updated my other story. I have writer's block on it.)
"I will call him Squishy and he will be mine, and he will be my squishy."
"Look, I'm gonna go touch the butt!"
"Smite me, Almighty Smiter!"