Hubert opened his eyes. He was very uncomforable. And wet ( Read more... )

Andrhea! She runs fast through the woods! WOOSH! Her blade is pulled from the sheath! Or whatever it is called because that dosn't sond right! SLICE! Through the bellies of one hundred ninjas! ROBOTIC NINJAS! HOW GENERIC! THEY ARE MADE OF INK AS WELL! INK! INK I TELL YOU! SPLOOOOSH! They explode in a dazzling array of fireworks! Andrhea stops, and ( Read more... )

In Slumberland, it's always night ( Read more... )

As the holiday season approached, Mr. Blibo seemed to grow more and more grumpy. He would stay in his house all day with the shades drawn, and smoke his pipe, and pet his scraggly old dog, Nutter ( Read more... )

Poal the robot is a very tall, slender fellow. One of the mightest creations on Earth, he is contained within a giant dome full of tropical flowers and flora. While Poal's nuetral mood is a raging, chaos-causing, machine of doom, this pleasant scenery and these calming plants help to subdue him. He often walks among the three foot grass, which ( Read more... )

Nicotero pulled his coat tighter, hunching low and bringing his hat down. He hated going outside. It was always so cold this time of year. As he pulled on his gloves and stepped into his boots, he was reminded of his condition ( Read more... )

At the age of 5, Bernard Gorbatroff had been moved from his home in Germany to a quaint little village in Italy, nestled among the rolling hills and singing pines. There he had lived out the rest of his life, perfecting the art of pizza making through his adopted father and teacher, Papa Mario. Bernard, or Bernario as the townsfolk called him, was ( Read more... )

Ever since Catsup had been a small child, he had wanted to work in a Catsup Factory. And since he was now a grown man, this is what he did. This certain thought struck him everyday, about an hour before the lunch break, and he would let out a gleeful giggle and clap his hands together, no matter where he was or what he happened to be doing ( Read more... )

It had been him the whole time ( Read more... )

Magmo McLavra sat down at a table. His huge frame hunched over his tiny cup of coffee, which he attempted to hold lightly in two of his stoney fingers, being careful not to crush it. He lifted it to his mouth and took a sip, and then gently set it back down. He clasped his giant hands together and twidled his thumbs, taking up over half the table ( Read more... )