Re: Write-Off!
09-17-2011, 01:30 PM
Here's mine! This was fun to put together.
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SpoilerThe Arachness grabbed the thug by the throat.
"Where is he?" she shouted. "Where's King Taran? I know you're working for him!"
"I... He contacts us maybe once a month! And never in person! I've got no idea where he is! I swear!"
She glared.
"Then how does he pick up the goods?"
"We... We don't know. They just disappear overnight after we grab 'em. I swear, I don't know anythin' else!"
She threw him to the floor, annoyed.
"Then I suppose we're done talking, for now."
Then she noticed another thug, one she had thought unconscious, slipping out through the back door. She ran after him, suspecting he knew more than his compatriot.
"Get back here, scum! Tell me where to find King Taran!"
She chased him down an alley, but he had vanished. All she could see was a dumpster. She ran over to search it, only for it to begin talking.
"Hey! Do you mind? You're in my personal space!"
"I'm... I'm sorry," she said, holding her nose. The dumpster smelled awful. "I thought someone might be hiding in..."
"What, in here? Nah, I don't let anybody in. I only let the smelliest trash in here. I have a reputation to uphold, after all."
As the dumpster talked, Arachness saw a pair of pants inside it. A pair of eight-legged pants. A pair that she had never forgotten.
King Taran had killed her mother looking for those pants. And here they were. If she had them, he would be forced to reveal himself.
"May I see those pants?" she asked.
"What? No way! These are the filthiest, worst-smelling pants ever! They're the pride of my collection. I don't show my stuff off to just anybody, after all."
The Arachness sighed. She considered taking the pants by force, but the dumpster's stench was already overpowering. She'd need another approach.
***
Every day, tens thousands of dollars were spent on repairing the damage done by the superpowered battles that plagued Metropolis City. And Mulflork Snatzigander's job was to make sure it was all being spent properly.
Mulflork was the sole survivor of the tragedy that had befallen the planet Mars centuries before. A tragedy that could have been prevented by proper accounting practices. And so it was that he had trained himself in the ways of accounting.
And yet... the work was so damn dull. True, his advanced Martian intellect made him far more skilled at it than any human, but over the years, he had come to realize that what he wanted more than anything was to be a movie star.
That was what had drawn him to Metropolis City. The incredible danger and showy powers had made it a popular filming location, not to mention that they could hire local supers to save on special effects. He hoped one day, a film crew would come looking for a Martian lead actor. And in the meantime, his accounting skills were in high demand; with so much work going on daily, there were always concerns that a small-scale embezzler would slip through the cracks.
And he knew more about what went on in the city than anyone else. Both to be aware of upcoming films so he could audition, and to get a sense of where the troubles might lie in the accounting records.
It was that knowledge that brought the Arachness to his office that morning.
"What can you tell me about a talking dumpster?" she demanded, simply flinging the door open.
"Do you mean Stinky?" Mulflork replied, still working on his spreadsheet. He was used to supers entering like this and asking questions; it was just part of the job at this point.
"Don't know. I never got a name. All I know is, he's got some eight-legged pants that stink hideously, and I want them. Like you wouldn't believe. I want to know how I can get on his good side, so he'll let me use them."
Mulflork's calm demeanor evaporated in an instant.
"Get out," he said, putting his paperwork down.
"But I need--"
"Stinky doesn't need someone like you. He needs a real friend. Someone who understands him. Not someone who sees him as just a dumpster to root through for pants."
The Arachness sighed.
"Fine, I guess I'll just have to cozy up to him on my own time. Thanks for nothing, Snatzi."
And so she left. Mulflork pounded the desk.
She was trying to get Stinky! He couldn't let that happen! Stinky was his, and his alone! They were going to be stars together one day!
But wait... She'd said she was going to see Stinky anyway! He had to stop her!
He'd have to get to Stinky first. Make sure his wonderful smelly Stinky knew what a terrible and awful person she was.
Even if he had to make that part up.
***
Mulflork was shocked as he arrived at Stinky's alley later that afternoon, only to find it distressingly empty. In a panic, he ran out to the street, only to see Stinky and The Arachness sitting at a table inside a nearby filthy, run-down diner that was in danger of being closed at the next health inspection.
Horrified, Mulflork burst in, brushing past the server at the door. To his great disgust, he saw Arachness dropping rotten fish heads in the sentient dumpster.
"Thanks, spider lady!" Stinky said appreciatively. "I guess we just got off on the wrong foot last night. Let me know if you find anything else that smells terrible!"
"You're welcome, Stinky. And please, call me Arachness." She smiled. "But I'm afraid I'm busy right now; I'll see you later tonight!"
She bounded off, waving at Mulflork as she passed him.
"Hey Mulf!" Stinky said to his best friend ever. "That spider lady is pretty nice, huh?"
"No!" Mulflork shouted, pulling an incomprehensible spreadsheet out of his pocket. "She's terrible! She's just trying to trick you! She sets hospitals on fire and steals orphanages! And she robs banks, then dumps the money in the river to destroy the ecosystem! She probably just wants you so she can create another environmental disaster with your stink-powers!"
"Wow, really?" Stinky said, in shock. "Thanks for the warning, Mulf. I never would have suspected."
"So you won't be seeing her again, right?"
"No, I won't. No one will. I'll see to that."
"Good... wait, WHAT?!?"
Stinky sighed.
"Damn. That just slipped out. Look, Mulf, I've been meaning to tell you this for a while... but I'm secretly Dumpstertron 8000. I love this city too much to just sit by and eat garbage when criminal scum are polluting the place with their presence."
Mulflork was shocked. The Dumpstertron 8000 was Metropolis City's most brutal vigilante. Not only did he kill his victims painfully, he left no trace of their bodies behind.
Was that why Stinky often smelled of corpses?
Mulflork sighed. As much as he resented Arachness trying to take Stinky away from him, she didn't deserve death. Certainly not at the hands of Dumpstertron 8000. He'd have to talk his friend down.
"Stinky... Stinky, I'm sorry. I was jealous, and I lied to you. Arachness is honestly no worse than the city's average ruthless vigilante with no concern for collateral damage..."
"Oh, Mulf, my friend... I see what you're trying to do. You think it's too dangerous for me to take her on alone, don't you? I'm touched, really. But I can't let her crimes go unpunished!"
And with that, Stinky spat out a filthy wristband from the depths of his garbage pile, and pressed it with his lid. Before Mulflork could say another word, the mild-mannered sentient dumpster had become the Dumpstertron 8000, a heavily armored dumpster with robotic arms and legs.
"FEAR NOT. THE ARACHNESS WILL NEVER HARM ANYONE AGAIN."
And with that, the Dumpstertron 8000 leapt through the diner's ceiling, leaving a gaping hole behind.
"NO! STINKY, DON'T DO IT!" he screamed.
"Excuse me, mister," said the server, tapping him on the shoulder. "Neither of your two friends has paid for the meal. Are you gonna? And maybe for fixin' up our ceiilin'?
"I've already got one death on my conscience!" Murflorck shouted at the server. "I won't be responsible for another! I have to warn Arachness!"
"Yeah, but the ceiling? And the meal?"
"Put it on my tab! I have to make a phone call, and I think I left my cell phone back at the office!"
***
Arachness was patrolling the rooftops when her phone rang. She answered it to hear a familiar, and panicked, voice.
"Hello? Arachness? This is Mulflork Snatzigander. I've made a terrible mistake. The Dumpstertron 8000 is coming after you, and it's my fault. We need to get you out of the city, and fast. I'll meet you at the airship station, arrange passage, and pay for your fare."
"This had better not be a trick, Snatzi," she growled. "I'm close to a breakthrough in tracking down King Taran. If I have to give it up because of you, and I find out there was no actual threat, you will pay the price for getting in my way."
She crawled down to street level. The airship station was a long way away, and there was a long stretch without enough tall rooftops.
"Taxi!" she shouted. "I need to get to the airship station, and fast!"
The Dumpstertron 8000 stepped out of the alley as she got in.
"So, the fiend is trying to escape," it said. "But I know where she's going. Your reign of terror will soon be over, Arachness."
***
An hour later, Mulflork and Arachness were climbing the last flight of stairs in the airship dock.
"I can't believe the elevator was broken," Arachness groaned.
"Well, we need to leave as soon as possible. We can't wait for them to fix it."
They soon arrived at the top, and the airship dock.
"Finally!" Arachness groaned. "Now I'd better get out of here..."
"NOT SO FAST, VILLAIN!"
The Dumpstertron 8000 leapt from the deck of a nearby airship, shaking the entire tower as it landed.
"Arachness! Your crimes end today!"
Its robotic arm reached into the dumpster, and pulled out a gigantic dead, rotting, smelly swordfish.
"By my fish, you shall fall!"
It charged forward at Arachness.
"NO! STINKY!" Mulflork screamed. "I can't let you do this!"
The Martian accountant suddenly changed into a giant tarantula, and tried to push the Dumpstertron 8000 out of the way.
But he failed, and the swordfish stabbed him through the heart.
"What... Mulf... Why did..."
Tears of rancid apple juice ran down the Dumpstertron's armor, as the spider crumpled to the ground.
"Arachness... I always regretted... killing your mother..."
And Mulflork Snatzigander died in Dumpstertron's arms.
"NOOO!" the dumpster vigilante screamed. "Why did it have to end like this?"
Arachness simply laughed.
"My revenge is complete. And now, thanks to you, I can finish my mother's work."
"What... What are you talking about?"
"I realized some time ago that your friend Mulflork was actually King Taran. But I kept up the pretense of hunting him down, so he would assume he was still safe. Then I saw those pants inside you, and realized that they were the ones King Taran had taken from my mother when he killed her. That's when I knew he must have truly cared for you." She grinned wickedly. "And that meant I could use you to fulfill the prophecy."
"Prophecy? What prophecy?"
"King Taran was the final key to the Wombatgate, a rift between the human and Wombat worlds. My mother was trying to open it; that was what lead him to kill her. According to prophecy, however, the gate can only open if the final key dies at the hands of a loved one. Such as you."
Dumpstertron gasped. Before he had time to process the information, the sky turned dark and wombats rained down.
"And now the Wombatgate is open. My family's purpose has been fulfilled. I have no further use for you. Destroy him, Wombats!"
The Dumpstertron 8000 fought off the wombats, as Arachness leapt over to the nearby airship.
"I'll rule this world from the skies now! Farewell, Stinky!"
As Dumpstertron knocked away wombat after wombat, it seemed he wasn't getting anywhere. He had to stop the Arachness before she escaped! He didn't know if that would close the Wombatgate, but what other choice did he have?
He stabbed three wombats at once with his swordfish, ran towards the airship, and grabbed its rudder just as it took off. He climbed aboard, still fighting waves of wombats as they fell onto the deck.
Finally, he reached the steering wheel, and Arachness.
"You're still alive?" she snarled. "Then I'll have to take care of you myself, it seems."
As she finished speaking, she changed. She grew larger, and her features, save for her eight legs, changed to those of a wombat. She reared up on her four hindlegs, and growled.
The Dumpstertron 8000 was in trouble.
The wombat-spider leapt to the center of the airship, breaking its mast and wielding it as an enormous club. She was both stronger and more mobile than the dumpster vigilante; he barely dodged her first blow.
He grabbed one end of the mast and broke it in two, in hopes of matching her. But he couldn't wield such a heavy weapon as effectively as the Wombat Queen could.
After swatting at him some more, she grew weary of the struggle and dropped her mast, leaping at Dumpstertron.
He was caught off guard; he managed to run, but she had pinned his arm. She was dragging him closer...
And then he realized his arms were optional. He spit out his wristband and pressed it against his lid again, becoming the limbless Stinky once more.
The spider-wombat-goddess laughed. A helpless dumpster against her? This would be simple. She prepared to pounce.
That was when Stinky spat out the pants right in her face.
Though her wombat nose was less sensitive than her spider nose, the Wombat Queen still couldn't take such an overpowering stench so close to her face. She collapsed. Thinking quickly, Stinky wheeled himself over to where he had dropped his swordfish, and then pushed it over towards her.
Then, wheeling his way under her unconscious body, he quickly spun around, knocking the swordfish upward.
It struck her hard. Black ichor leaked out, and the Wombat Queen's body crumbled away. The sky brightened once more, and the surviving wombats screeched, fleeing into the sky. The Wombatgate had closed.
But the ichor blood of the Queen had leaked all over Stinky, changing him. He had became a Wombat.
The cleanest, nicest-smelling wombat ever. He screamed with his newfound lungs.
***
Three months later, "The Legend of the Dumpster" aired in theaters. The highlight of the movie was the actual security footage from the Metropolis City airship tower.
In the VIP seats, Stinky the Wombat cried. It was exactly what Mulf would have wanted.
"Where is he?" she shouted. "Where's King Taran? I know you're working for him!"
"I... He contacts us maybe once a month! And never in person! I've got no idea where he is! I swear!"
She glared.
"Then how does he pick up the goods?"
"We... We don't know. They just disappear overnight after we grab 'em. I swear, I don't know anythin' else!"
She threw him to the floor, annoyed.
"Then I suppose we're done talking, for now."
Then she noticed another thug, one she had thought unconscious, slipping out through the back door. She ran after him, suspecting he knew more than his compatriot.
"Get back here, scum! Tell me where to find King Taran!"
She chased him down an alley, but he had vanished. All she could see was a dumpster. She ran over to search it, only for it to begin talking.
"Hey! Do you mind? You're in my personal space!"
"I'm... I'm sorry," she said, holding her nose. The dumpster smelled awful. "I thought someone might be hiding in..."
"What, in here? Nah, I don't let anybody in. I only let the smelliest trash in here. I have a reputation to uphold, after all."
As the dumpster talked, Arachness saw a pair of pants inside it. A pair of eight-legged pants. A pair that she had never forgotten.
King Taran had killed her mother looking for those pants. And here they were. If she had them, he would be forced to reveal himself.
"May I see those pants?" she asked.
"What? No way! These are the filthiest, worst-smelling pants ever! They're the pride of my collection. I don't show my stuff off to just anybody, after all."
The Arachness sighed. She considered taking the pants by force, but the dumpster's stench was already overpowering. She'd need another approach.
***
Every day, tens thousands of dollars were spent on repairing the damage done by the superpowered battles that plagued Metropolis City. And Mulflork Snatzigander's job was to make sure it was all being spent properly.
Mulflork was the sole survivor of the tragedy that had befallen the planet Mars centuries before. A tragedy that could have been prevented by proper accounting practices. And so it was that he had trained himself in the ways of accounting.
And yet... the work was so damn dull. True, his advanced Martian intellect made him far more skilled at it than any human, but over the years, he had come to realize that what he wanted more than anything was to be a movie star.
That was what had drawn him to Metropolis City. The incredible danger and showy powers had made it a popular filming location, not to mention that they could hire local supers to save on special effects. He hoped one day, a film crew would come looking for a Martian lead actor. And in the meantime, his accounting skills were in high demand; with so much work going on daily, there were always concerns that a small-scale embezzler would slip through the cracks.
And he knew more about what went on in the city than anyone else. Both to be aware of upcoming films so he could audition, and to get a sense of where the troubles might lie in the accounting records.
It was that knowledge that brought the Arachness to his office that morning.
"What can you tell me about a talking dumpster?" she demanded, simply flinging the door open.
"Do you mean Stinky?" Mulflork replied, still working on his spreadsheet. He was used to supers entering like this and asking questions; it was just part of the job at this point.
"Don't know. I never got a name. All I know is, he's got some eight-legged pants that stink hideously, and I want them. Like you wouldn't believe. I want to know how I can get on his good side, so he'll let me use them."
Mulflork's calm demeanor evaporated in an instant.
"Get out," he said, putting his paperwork down.
"But I need--"
"Stinky doesn't need someone like you. He needs a real friend. Someone who understands him. Not someone who sees him as just a dumpster to root through for pants."
The Arachness sighed.
"Fine, I guess I'll just have to cozy up to him on my own time. Thanks for nothing, Snatzi."
And so she left. Mulflork pounded the desk.
She was trying to get Stinky! He couldn't let that happen! Stinky was his, and his alone! They were going to be stars together one day!
But wait... She'd said she was going to see Stinky anyway! He had to stop her!
He'd have to get to Stinky first. Make sure his wonderful smelly Stinky knew what a terrible and awful person she was.
Even if he had to make that part up.
***
Mulflork was shocked as he arrived at Stinky's alley later that afternoon, only to find it distressingly empty. In a panic, he ran out to the street, only to see Stinky and The Arachness sitting at a table inside a nearby filthy, run-down diner that was in danger of being closed at the next health inspection.
Horrified, Mulflork burst in, brushing past the server at the door. To his great disgust, he saw Arachness dropping rotten fish heads in the sentient dumpster.
"Thanks, spider lady!" Stinky said appreciatively. "I guess we just got off on the wrong foot last night. Let me know if you find anything else that smells terrible!"
"You're welcome, Stinky. And please, call me Arachness." She smiled. "But I'm afraid I'm busy right now; I'll see you later tonight!"
She bounded off, waving at Mulflork as she passed him.
"Hey Mulf!" Stinky said to his best friend ever. "That spider lady is pretty nice, huh?"
"No!" Mulflork shouted, pulling an incomprehensible spreadsheet out of his pocket. "She's terrible! She's just trying to trick you! She sets hospitals on fire and steals orphanages! And she robs banks, then dumps the money in the river to destroy the ecosystem! She probably just wants you so she can create another environmental disaster with your stink-powers!"
"Wow, really?" Stinky said, in shock. "Thanks for the warning, Mulf. I never would have suspected."
"So you won't be seeing her again, right?"
"No, I won't. No one will. I'll see to that."
"Good... wait, WHAT?!?"
Stinky sighed.
"Damn. That just slipped out. Look, Mulf, I've been meaning to tell you this for a while... but I'm secretly Dumpstertron 8000. I love this city too much to just sit by and eat garbage when criminal scum are polluting the place with their presence."
Mulflork was shocked. The Dumpstertron 8000 was Metropolis City's most brutal vigilante. Not only did he kill his victims painfully, he left no trace of their bodies behind.
Was that why Stinky often smelled of corpses?
Mulflork sighed. As much as he resented Arachness trying to take Stinky away from him, she didn't deserve death. Certainly not at the hands of Dumpstertron 8000. He'd have to talk his friend down.
"Stinky... Stinky, I'm sorry. I was jealous, and I lied to you. Arachness is honestly no worse than the city's average ruthless vigilante with no concern for collateral damage..."
"Oh, Mulf, my friend... I see what you're trying to do. You think it's too dangerous for me to take her on alone, don't you? I'm touched, really. But I can't let her crimes go unpunished!"
And with that, Stinky spat out a filthy wristband from the depths of his garbage pile, and pressed it with his lid. Before Mulflork could say another word, the mild-mannered sentient dumpster had become the Dumpstertron 8000, a heavily armored dumpster with robotic arms and legs.
"FEAR NOT. THE ARACHNESS WILL NEVER HARM ANYONE AGAIN."
And with that, the Dumpstertron 8000 leapt through the diner's ceiling, leaving a gaping hole behind.
"NO! STINKY, DON'T DO IT!" he screamed.
"Excuse me, mister," said the server, tapping him on the shoulder. "Neither of your two friends has paid for the meal. Are you gonna? And maybe for fixin' up our ceiilin'?
"I've already got one death on my conscience!" Murflorck shouted at the server. "I won't be responsible for another! I have to warn Arachness!"
"Yeah, but the ceiling? And the meal?"
"Put it on my tab! I have to make a phone call, and I think I left my cell phone back at the office!"
***
Arachness was patrolling the rooftops when her phone rang. She answered it to hear a familiar, and panicked, voice.
"Hello? Arachness? This is Mulflork Snatzigander. I've made a terrible mistake. The Dumpstertron 8000 is coming after you, and it's my fault. We need to get you out of the city, and fast. I'll meet you at the airship station, arrange passage, and pay for your fare."
"This had better not be a trick, Snatzi," she growled. "I'm close to a breakthrough in tracking down King Taran. If I have to give it up because of you, and I find out there was no actual threat, you will pay the price for getting in my way."
She crawled down to street level. The airship station was a long way away, and there was a long stretch without enough tall rooftops.
"Taxi!" she shouted. "I need to get to the airship station, and fast!"
The Dumpstertron 8000 stepped out of the alley as she got in.
"So, the fiend is trying to escape," it said. "But I know where she's going. Your reign of terror will soon be over, Arachness."
***
An hour later, Mulflork and Arachness were climbing the last flight of stairs in the airship dock.
"I can't believe the elevator was broken," Arachness groaned.
"Well, we need to leave as soon as possible. We can't wait for them to fix it."
They soon arrived at the top, and the airship dock.
"Finally!" Arachness groaned. "Now I'd better get out of here..."
"NOT SO FAST, VILLAIN!"
The Dumpstertron 8000 leapt from the deck of a nearby airship, shaking the entire tower as it landed.
"Arachness! Your crimes end today!"
Its robotic arm reached into the dumpster, and pulled out a gigantic dead, rotting, smelly swordfish.
"By my fish, you shall fall!"
It charged forward at Arachness.
"NO! STINKY!" Mulflork screamed. "I can't let you do this!"
The Martian accountant suddenly changed into a giant tarantula, and tried to push the Dumpstertron 8000 out of the way.
But he failed, and the swordfish stabbed him through the heart.
"What... Mulf... Why did..."
Tears of rancid apple juice ran down the Dumpstertron's armor, as the spider crumpled to the ground.
"Arachness... I always regretted... killing your mother..."
And Mulflork Snatzigander died in Dumpstertron's arms.
"NOOO!" the dumpster vigilante screamed. "Why did it have to end like this?"
Arachness simply laughed.
"My revenge is complete. And now, thanks to you, I can finish my mother's work."
"What... What are you talking about?"
"I realized some time ago that your friend Mulflork was actually King Taran. But I kept up the pretense of hunting him down, so he would assume he was still safe. Then I saw those pants inside you, and realized that they were the ones King Taran had taken from my mother when he killed her. That's when I knew he must have truly cared for you." She grinned wickedly. "And that meant I could use you to fulfill the prophecy."
"Prophecy? What prophecy?"
"King Taran was the final key to the Wombatgate, a rift between the human and Wombat worlds. My mother was trying to open it; that was what lead him to kill her. According to prophecy, however, the gate can only open if the final key dies at the hands of a loved one. Such as you."
Dumpstertron gasped. Before he had time to process the information, the sky turned dark and wombats rained down.
"And now the Wombatgate is open. My family's purpose has been fulfilled. I have no further use for you. Destroy him, Wombats!"
The Dumpstertron 8000 fought off the wombats, as Arachness leapt over to the nearby airship.
"I'll rule this world from the skies now! Farewell, Stinky!"
As Dumpstertron knocked away wombat after wombat, it seemed he wasn't getting anywhere. He had to stop the Arachness before she escaped! He didn't know if that would close the Wombatgate, but what other choice did he have?
He stabbed three wombats at once with his swordfish, ran towards the airship, and grabbed its rudder just as it took off. He climbed aboard, still fighting waves of wombats as they fell onto the deck.
Finally, he reached the steering wheel, and Arachness.
"You're still alive?" she snarled. "Then I'll have to take care of you myself, it seems."
As she finished speaking, she changed. She grew larger, and her features, save for her eight legs, changed to those of a wombat. She reared up on her four hindlegs, and growled.
The Dumpstertron 8000 was in trouble.
The wombat-spider leapt to the center of the airship, breaking its mast and wielding it as an enormous club. She was both stronger and more mobile than the dumpster vigilante; he barely dodged her first blow.
He grabbed one end of the mast and broke it in two, in hopes of matching her. But he couldn't wield such a heavy weapon as effectively as the Wombat Queen could.
After swatting at him some more, she grew weary of the struggle and dropped her mast, leaping at Dumpstertron.
He was caught off guard; he managed to run, but she had pinned his arm. She was dragging him closer...
And then he realized his arms were optional. He spit out his wristband and pressed it against his lid again, becoming the limbless Stinky once more.
The spider-wombat-goddess laughed. A helpless dumpster against her? This would be simple. She prepared to pounce.
That was when Stinky spat out the pants right in her face.
Though her wombat nose was less sensitive than her spider nose, the Wombat Queen still couldn't take such an overpowering stench so close to her face. She collapsed. Thinking quickly, Stinky wheeled himself over to where he had dropped his swordfish, and then pushed it over towards her.
Then, wheeling his way under her unconscious body, he quickly spun around, knocking the swordfish upward.
It struck her hard. Black ichor leaked out, and the Wombat Queen's body crumbled away. The sky brightened once more, and the surviving wombats screeched, fleeing into the sky. The Wombatgate had closed.
But the ichor blood of the Queen had leaked all over Stinky, changing him. He had became a Wombat.
The cleanest, nicest-smelling wombat ever. He screamed with his newfound lungs.
***
Three months later, "The Legend of the Dumpster" aired in theaters. The highlight of the movie was the actual security footage from the Metropolis City airship tower.
In the VIP seats, Stinky the Wombat cried. It was exactly what Mulf would have wanted.
There's no reason for this | Or this | Death is inevitable | You can't challenge fate | The smallest change | I'm overwhelmed
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse