At the local gym, all the characters made by DreamWorks Animation is having a party, celebrating the company's 27th anniversary. It has been twenty-seven years since the company was brought to life and every year since, they all were as well. And every year on the anniversary, they partied like crazy. At least, that's what it was like back then. Nowadays, they just put of a few decorations, some snacks and who could forget the choice of music? Yes, music blared over the speakers while the occupants inside where dancing, chatting and enjoying themselves while honoring the 27th anniversary of the company that created them. The song currently playing was Angel of the Morning by Juice Newton. There was whole selection of songs playing from the bluetooth iPhone player provided by Donkey and Puss. The DreamWorks characters (or "Dreamies" as they are called by other toons) lived in peaceful harmony away from the likes of Disney as they are not too fond of them too well. But that didn't mean they hated them with all their hearts, but it was just that Disney had more franchises and popularity than they did while DreamWorks lived in their shadows. Another thing is that most of the characters were based on other characters created by other people. They were just made by DreamWorks based on books, comics, video games, old TV shows, etc. But it didn't matter who made them in actuality. All that mattered is that DreamWorks gave them life.

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III was currently talking with Moses and Guy. Hiccup lived with his friends in a small seaside town built in Denmark were they worked at a fish market. His father, Stoick the Vast, was a fisherman who proved the company with fish from the ocean. The hours were long and the pay was okay, but the smell of fish was another story. The DreamWorks folk, like every other toon, live in random places across the globe with jobs of their own. Shrek and his family from the franchise of the same name live in an isolated cabin in the middle of a bayou of the Okefenokee Swamp in Florida, Oscar and the fish characters live - where else? - in the Atlantic Ocean in a city they built in the shape of the city from the movie, Po and the Furious Five live in Shanghai, China as staff members of a restaurant owned by Po's adoptive father, Mr. Peng, Tulio and Miguel live in Nicaragua of Central America with their roommate and partner-in-crime, Chel. You get the idea that they live in either extravagant or boring places, but it's wherever they feel at home.

"Some party, huh?" Roxanne Ritchie asked her friends sitting at a table together. Megamind, Dr. Cockroach, Sinbad and Astrid Hofferson (in her new updated look from the second movie) all murmured voices of agreement.

"A real shindig. I'll give it that. The same as every year." reckoned Dr. Cockroach while the song played.

"Can you believe in it's been 27 years already?" She asked while taking a sip of her wine.

"It's not longer than Disney, but it's better than nothing, I guess." Astrid shrugged. "By the way, weren't you working on a new story for the paper?"

"Um, yeah." Roxanne nodded and sighed. "That scoop takes a while to dig up. And I just about ran out of shovels."

"What was it about again?" asked Megamind.

"The recent black blob creature sightings over the past few months." said Roxanne. "It's been crazy. But I bet it's nothing serious. Besides, it's just superstition, right?"

"Yeah, I heard from the news that Emperor Kuzco was struck by a cab in the middle of the road. They claimed the cab driver did it purposely and that he barfed black liquid all over his face." replied Astrid.

"Eww." Roxanne shuddered with disgust. "I'd hate to be that guy."

"You said it." Sinbad nodded his head with agreement with his infamous check grin.

Meanwhile as they were standing underneath a basketball hoop, Jack Frost was talking with Shrek, his wife, Fiona and Po while he was holding hands with his girlfriend, Toothiana. They two of them have been dating for a while now. Tooth always did say he had the whitest, sparkling teeth, but that really wasn't the reason she loved him, because that would make her as some kind of creep.

"The way I think of it is that not only was it nonchalant, but because it would've been a perfect hit." explained Shrek, sharing his side of the story they were discussing.

"That's one way of putting it supposedly. If you consider that as a judgmental consideration." Po remarked with unlikely doubt.

"But that's not his point, though." Jack defended.

"Thanks, Jack." Fiona smiled.

"We all gotta know for ourselves someday, right?" replied Shrek.

Susan Murphy, also known as Susan Murphy, approached them and placed a hand on Jack's shoulder, catching him by surprise. Susan worked as an anchorman in Modesto, California. Ever since the spawning of the TV series, she has gained the ability to become a giant and a normal-sized human at will. She choose to keep her look from the movie.

"Hey, Tooth." She playfully greeted the Queen of the Tooth Fairy Armies. "Mind if I borrow Jack for a minute or two? I need someone to dance with and I'm kinda lonely."

"Yeah, sure. Go ahead, Susan." Tooth allowed while smiling cheekily. "Just don't wander off with him."

"Uh, Tooth?" Jack began to protest at the thought of dancing with another woman.

"Just roll with it, Jack." She whispered to him while Susan took his hand and walked with him to the dance floor.

"Don't let her leave your side!" Shrek shouted out to the winter spirit tauntingly.

"Shrek!" Fiona hissed at her husband.

"What? I'm joking." Shrek told her, trying to cover his tracks.

Jack and Susan came to a small embrace and just dancing gracefully together in each other's arms. Honestly, Jack was against the idea of dancing with someone other than Tooth, but it was to help a friend out.

"You dance often?" asked Susan, feeling comfortable.

"Not a lot." He said.

"You and Tooth should try to be more open about this. You know she enjoys dancing." Susan reminded him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Maybe I'll ask her after this." Jack reassured.

"So how has life been with you?" asked Susan, looking him in the eye.

"You know, working in a large walk-in freezer has it's advantages." Jack answered.

"Such as?" She asked with a teasing smile on her face.

"Well, the cold air helps me sleep, not that I sleep on the job."

Susan laughed and said, "Go on."

Tooth watched them from afar and got suspicious, wondering if Susan was flirting with him behind her back. But she needed to be sure. It's one of the things of being his girlfriend.

"Is she putting a move on my man?" Tooth asked with worry.

"I'd doubt it." Po shrugged with disagreement. "Though if a breakup necessary..."

"Shut up, Po." Tooth snarled.

"Uh, okay." He squeaked uncomfortably, taken aback by her abrupt sharp tone.

"I think we should end it here. Don't want your girlfriend getting jealous." Susan said as they stopped dancing.

"Yeah, probably should." Jack nodded.

"See ya." Susan left, but before blowing him a kiss. Not a romantic, flirty kiss, mind you. But friendly kiss.

Jack returned to Tooth and put her arm around her to assure her that he's still with her.

"No, there's nothing between us." He said, answering an unasked question. "You know better than to assume I'd just wonder off and kiss someone else when I'm dating you."

"Alright." Tooth nodded. "I'm just worried that you'll think about other women."

"You should never chea-" Fiona smacked Shrek's belly before he could finish his sentence, giving him a warning stare. Tooth and Jack booth shared an annoyed, collective eye-roll and head shake.

"Tooth is all I need. Because she's always there for me." Jack hugged Tooth tightly, making her smile and giggle.

There was a game of trivia going on at one of the tables with only two teams. The first involved Alex, B.O.B., Marty and Stella and the another was Donkey, Mantis, Spirit and Puss. They wrote their answers on a sheet of paper and handed to the person who asked the trivia questions, who was Miguel.

"Alright. Next question: Who directed the Gone with the Wind movie in 1939?" asked Miguel, reading the next card.

"This should be easy." Alex said who had the pencil and paper for his turn.

"I know. The Beatles." B.O.B. chirped with his unnecessarily ecstatic tone and dopey smile.

"B.O.B., for the last time, I am not putting that down." Alex griped, slamming the pencil down in aggravation.

"Uh, putting what down?" asked B.O.B. dumbly, making his teammates groan in annoyance.

"Why is he even on our team?" Marty shook his head.

"Oh, give me that!" Stella snatched the paper from Alex and had to take over as she was getting a little impatient. Quietly writing her answer down, she brought the paper over to Miguel as did Puss. He read over their answers, pondering strongly over this.

"And the answer is: Victor Fleming." He announced.

"Yes!" Stella cheered, while her teammates looked at her in surprise.

Miguel reveal the other answer note to the other team with a knowing look of annoyance.

"Shirley Temple, guys? Really?" He asked.

"We don't know much the 30's crap, man." Donkey defended. "It was just a wild guess."

Tooth had recently left to go speak with her friends. Meanwhile, Jack had gotten bored and just wandered around the party without something to do or something to talk to other than Tooth. The swirling train of thought inside his head caused by his boredom had come to an unceremonious halt when he overheard what sounded like moaning coming from the storage closet. The doors were shut and Jack curiously pressed his ears against the metal of the door to listen to moaning. The feminine moans of pleasure and arousal. The moans got louder and faster along with the girl inside going "Don't stop!". It took only a spec of a second for Jack to fully understand that there was sexual intercourse going on in that closet. Jack furrowed his eyebrows and knocked on the door. The couple in there immediately stopped their secret moment together when he did.

"Wait! Don't come in here!" shouted a familiar-sounding feminine voice.

Jack was about to casually walk away, pretend that he didn't hear anything and go back to his monotonous walk around the gym when the door to the closet flung open as Chel from The Road from El Dorado bolted out of the room, adjusting her native attire. She gave Jack a nervous, though pleading look as if to tell him to not tell anyone.

"You didn't hear anything." She simply said. Now if there was one thing every Dreamie knew about Chel, is that she was quite infamous for her slight habit of bedding men. It was a harmless little habit, she would say. It's not uncommon for a beautiful, voluptuous young lass like her. There's even a rumor spreading around like wildfire that she had a threesome with Miguel and Tulio, but should remain a mystery for her sake. Despite her hypnotic seductive charms and skills in bed, she was a loving, good-natured woman with a heart of gold. The man she was currently flinging with was named Jerry, who was a human co-worker of Jack's. Chel kissed him on the cheek, a small thank you for the session they had.

"Can we try again maybe next time?" asked Jerry with hope.

"That could be arranged." Chel answered with her teasingly seductive charm before winking at him and walking away without question or statement.

"The Chel way of saying "probably not"." Jack muttered crossing his arms.

"Hey. Back off, man." Jerry said to him in defense. "I might actually pull it off this time. I know I'm easy on the eyes."

"Whatever you want to tell yourself." Jack waved off uninterested. "She's been with others before, you know. None of them were humans."

"Really? Hope she enjoyed a little human dick." grinned Jerry like a perverted idiot.

"There's a difference between loving a girl and loving her body. Just a little word to the wise." Jack remarked with an air of exasperation in his voice and left.

"Like you never had any action with bird girl, Frost!" Jerry shouted out to him, not letting his words hurt his ego. "That won't bode well!"

"Whatever."

Hiccup was feeding his pet Night Fury dragon, Toothless, with some cookies and chips from the snack table. The black reptilian creature just cobbled them down his throat like he would a fish. Hiccup laughed nervously as wiped a little saliva off on his shirt. He then laughed and petted Toothless on the head.

"You're just full of it today, bud." Hiccup replied jokingly.

"Hey." yapped Sinbad, not happy with seeing a dragon inside of the gym. "I thought I told your ass not to bring him in here."

"Well, sorry. But he just followed me in here." Hiccup shrugged. "He follows me wherever."

"I don't give a shit. Take the overgrown gila monster outside." Sinbad ordered dryly.

Toothless glared at the arrogant pirate sailor for that jabbing insult and gave him an angered hiss, threatening to so much as pounce on him and try to bite his head off unless he picks his next words wisely. Sinbad shuddered with fright and gulped, but managed to cover this up with a mask of coolness like he didn't care, not wanting others to see how easily scared he was.

"Alright, fine. I'll let this one slide. Just keep him under control and make sure he doesn't torch the place down." Sinbad replied, giving both Hiccup and Toothless a firm look before taking his leave.

Hiccup patted Toothless on the head, calming his friend down.

"Don't listen to him, bud." He reminded him comfortingly.

Sitting on the far side of the large gymnasium was an African-American human with chocolate brown skin, short black hair and a goatee. But not just any human. Amos Sigurðsson was a representative of the I.C.R.A.A.C's DreamWorks division. An Icelandic-American black man who lives in a shoddy apartment next door to Jack in a small town in Iceland called Stykkishólmur. It was a mostly cold place in the Arctic Circle, but it's not always like that. Winters are like the Ice Age there. His father was born in Mississippi and raised in Iceland where he and his wife gave birth to Amos. Now Amos was a hard shell. He's not typically the easiest to get a long with. He was not comfortable around toons as he found them annoying and quite tedious. But regardless, he worked for the Dreamies. It was like they were his family, despite their differences and the fact that he was usually annoyed by them, Amos cared for them as they did for him. They've had their ups and downs. Amos wanted to be a cartoonist as a child, but nobody, but his family liked his drawings. And that was stressful for him. Because no one appreciated his drawing style besides him and his family wasn't enough. So he abandoned that idea and just sticked with just usually came along. Not everyone gets a shot at fame. He knew that. But there was one thing he knew about fame, is that it had it's pros and cons. Pro: everyone would enjoy you and know you're name and you get rich, complete with a mansion. Con: fame is great and all, but it's also a terrible, corruptive addiction.

So here Amos was, living aside the DreamWorks characters. He didn't care. They were his people. His friends. His family. Everything he didn't even know he had before. Amos was a drinker for the most part. But he knew not to take too much as he was one to hold his booze. His mother, Diana, was a painter. She paints what she knows and from her heart. It's been assumed that Amos got his sense of creativity from her. At the party, there wasn't much Amos felt like doing and he was the only human there.

"Some party, huh?" asked Jack, sitting next to him.

"Yeah. Can't believe it's been 27 years already." Amos answered.

"What a generation." Jack shook his head. "How's life been with you?"

"Same old shit. I got to work, do my thing, vice versa. Nothing new." Amos sighed, resting his head on his arm. "It's too bad only we get to celebrate the company's anniversary."

"Oh, yeah. No doubt about that." said Jack.

Amos looked all around to the partygoers in the gymnasium. Chel was now dancing with Jerry, with his hands suggestively resting on her butt, but she didn't seem to mind. Gloria was dancing with Melman and a few of the humans that were invited that consisted of famous YouTube gamers like Markiplier, Jacksepticeye and such playing Cards Against Humanity. They were asked to come as the guests of honor. Amos shook his head with a smile at everyone's antics.

"What a world." He murmured when suddenly his phone rang.

He placed his cup down and took his phone out of his pocket to see that his employers were calling.

"I gotta take this." He told Jack and took off to find someplace quiet. He stepped outside for a moment and answered the call. "Yeah, what?"

"Amos, you're not gonna believe this, but we're receiving assistance from Disney."

"Say that again?"

"Disney is asking for our help with something."

"Disney? Why should we help them out? That's not our problem." retorted Amos stubbornly.

"They're saying that it's very important and it's nothing they can't help themselves with."

"Okay. And what is that, may I ask?" asked Amos sarcastically.

"They haven't said. But by the sounds of their voices, it doesn't sound good. I know it's not our place to help out those outside of our division, but they sound really persistent."

"What do I need to do?" Amos asked.

"Round up the DreamWorks folk and bring them to the Grauman's Chinese Theater. This requires all of their presense."

"Alright, I'll see what I can do." sighed Amos.

"Good."

After that, he hung up the phone and stood outside in the cold, wondering what Disney could possibly need their help with. They've never in all their lives asked assistance from anyone who isn't Disney-made, especially the DreamWorks community. Amos stood there, wondering what he was going to tell them and how he was going to get them over to the theater in less than an hour. Hopefully, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. If they needed DreamWorks' help, then fine. It shouldn't be difficult.