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Of Keyblade Wielders and CatDogs - Terra's StoryTerra, who had just finished conversing with Master Xehanort at the Keyblade Graveyard was traveling in his Keyblade Glider, Earthshaker to his next destination but sees a strange world in front of him. The top of the world resembles a fish mashed together with a bone. Curious, Terra decided to have a look at this world. "Maybe who or whatever lives in this world could tell me where I'm going?" So he decided to have a look at this world and land on it.
The world opens up with a strange yellow and orange creature with a cat head on one end and a dog head on the other looking outside from their fish-bone house, only to find that a garbage truck was heading down from the road and the dog half of the creature decided to chase after it.
Terra arrives at the world and didn't see the garbage truck coming towards him until he heard it blow it's horn. Terra instantly backed off and saw the garbage truck being pursued by the strange two-headed creature.
"My body, ugh!" "My body, ouch!" said the
The Tiger Reviews: Mega Babies
This is my first review of perhaps, anything. Anyhow, I'm reviewing an obscure yet very terrible late 90s/early 2000s cartoon that aired on Fox Family Channel called Mega Babies.
While most people complain about all new cartoons being crappy and all old cartoons were better, this old cartoon was crappy...VERY...VERY...CRAPPY!!!
The show focuses on three babies, Meg, Derrick and Buck and their care-giver's name is Nurse Lazlo. According to the show's intro, they were mutated when the planets aligned with each other and got struck by lighting and since then, the 3 babies and their nurse had all kinds of very weird and gross superpowers.
The show itself is the kind that you can puke real easy. I know there were shows during the 90s that did had gross humor like Rocko's Modern Life, Cow and Chicken, Aah!! Real Monsters, Duckman, Courage The Cowardly Dog, CatDog, Ed, Edd N' Eddy and the fathers of gross humor themselves, Ren and Stimpy.
But those shows were tamer in comparison to this one!!
In the (mostly) animal dominated city of Jelliepolis, Suki Higurashi, Amy Cat, Sarah Dog, Lulu Gaulweather and Barbara Clarke we're looking for Gomang, a medicinal plant native to the jungle for their sick friends and family members.
One Jump Ahead[Marco:] Gotta keep
One jump ahead of the breadline
One swing ahead of the sword
I steal only what I can't afford
( That's Everything! )
One jump ahead of the lawmen
That's all, and that's no joke
These guys don't appreciate I'm broke
[Crowd:] Riffraffs! Street rats! Scoundrels! Take that!
[Jonah:] Just a little snack, guys
[Crowd:] Rip him open, take it back, guys
[Marco:] I can take a hint, gotta face the facts
You're my only friends, Benjamin, Pandora Thea, Geronimo and Trap!
[Ladies:] Oh it's sad Marco Sora, Lucius Samax, Jonathan, Jonah Skellington and Kenki Omichi's hit the bottom
They become group rise in crime
I'd blame parents except they hasn't got 'em
[Marco:] Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat
Tell you all about it when I got the time!
One jump ahead of the slowpokes
One skip ahead of my doom
Next time gonna use a nom de plume
One jump ahead of the hitmen
One hit ahead of the flock
I think I'll take a stroll around the block
[Crowd:] Stop, thief! Van
What can you expect
From filthy little heathens?
Their whole disgusting race is like a curse
Their skin's a hellish red
They're only good when dead
They're vermin, as I said
They're savages! Savages!
Barely even human
Drive them from our shore!
They're not like you and me
Which means they must be evil
We must sound the drums of war!
They're savages! Savages!
Now we sound the drums of war!
This is what we feared
The paleface is a demon
The only thing they feel at all is greed
Beneath that milky hide
There's emptiness inside
I wonder if they even bleed
They're savages! Savages!
Barely even human
Killers at the core
They're different from us
Which means they can't be trusted
We must sound the drums of war
They're savages! Savages!
First we deal with this one
Then we sound
Suki songficSuki:] Little town
It's a quiet village
Like the one before
Full of little people
Waking up to say:
Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!
[Suki:] There goes the baker with his tray, like always
The same old bread and rolls to sell
Ev'ry morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town
[Baker:] Good Morning, Suki, Sora, Kairi, Mitchell, Sarah, Amy, Evan, Riku and Felicia!
[Belle:] 'Morning, Monsieur.
[Baker:] Where are you off to?
[Suki:] The bookshop. We just finished the most wonderful story
about a beanstalk and an ogre and a -
[Baker:] That's nice. Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up! )
[Townsfolk:] Look there she goes those kids are strange, no question
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?
Never part of any crowd
'Cause their heads' up on some cloud
No denying they're a funny group of kids those Suki, Sora, Kairi, Mitchell, Sarah, Amy, Evan, Riku and Felicia!
[Man I:] Bonjour
[Woman I:] Good day
[Man I:] How is
My most hated thingsHere's my most hated things:
Animal and child abusers
The Creation Vs Evolution Debates
FanBoy and Chum-Chum
Dora the Explorer
SpongeBob SqaurePants (after the first 3 seasons and the movie)
Whiny children (children during the 90s were less whiny)
Knock-offs I love like Dingo Pictures
Hate Art of stuff and people I like
Terra X Aqua (Kingdom Hearts)
Parents who don't take the responsibility of their childrens' actions
Pet owners who don't take the responsibility of their their pets' actions
The Derpy Hooves Controversy
Villain X Heroine pairings
The extremely crazy fanbases (e.g. Kingdom Hearts, Nintendo, Sonic, MLP etc.)
The Mighty B!
Tygra X Cheetara (Thundercats)
War and most shoot-out video games
Haters without good reason
Timon and Pumbaa (The TV show)
Ren and Stimpy: Adult Party
Geronimo's Jelliena themeWho's the mouse who's fun and witty
Scoops the news for Jelliepolis and making adventures in Planet Jelliena
Go! .Go! Geronimo!
He's amazing, he's terrific
Watch out world he's cheddarific
He's outta site and in the know .
He's the one we call Geronimo!
Suki and Bianca's dirty feet fun
One day in a wooded area somewhere in Japan, a black and white haired girl named Suki and a blonde girl named Bianca were walking in the woods with tired looks in their faces.
"Boy, my feet are killing me, Bianca!" said Suki
"Mine's too" said Bianca
Suki had an idea. "Say Bianca, how about getting out our shoes and go barefoot"
Bianca agreed and the two girls taken their shoes off and run off to the forest.
The girls' feet were becoming dirty as they kept running on the dirt.
After a while they rested on a rock, Bianca asked Suki "Suki, check my feet?"
Suki checked Bianca's feet and she told them "Boy, they're very dirty!"
And Bianca checked Suki's feet and she said "Yours are also very dirty!"
But Bianca and Suki really liked their dirty feet and decided to find their boyfriends, Cheren and Marco who found their shoes.
The boys found the girls sitting on the rock and the girls surprise them by teasing them with their dirty soles.
The boys immediately blushed at the site of their girlf
Secrets of a DreamWhen you wake up from a dream, what is the first thing you do?
You remember as much as you can.
But how do you remember your dreams when you have them the first time?
You tell someone, you write it down, or even draw things that were easy to recognise.
When you wake up from a dream, what is the first thing you say?
I reckon it’s something like “What was that all about?”
Now I will ask you, have you ever understood any dream you’ve had?
Think carefully and maybe you’ll realise something…
I believe the dreams you remember most are the ones that may affect your life.
Ever dreamt of your greatest fear before you realised what your fear was?
Well, that dream may have caused you to be scared.
Falling from a great height, running from something that wanted to hurt you, you get the idea.
Ever dreamt of something you enjoy and realised it has or will affect your life?
Computer chair racing on your school leaver’s day, meeting a famous person where you
I am your constant follower.
I am the one who cleans up the mess the humans create, making sure all the souls goes to the place they belong.
I am the master of time, I will always now when your time has come.
I might even be your saviour, making sure that you won’t go until the right hour has struck.
I am your fear, the fear of dying, and I am the creator of your agony and doubt about the afterlife.
I am the one you might hate, you hate me because of the life’s I have taken from you.
I am walking beside you when your last days are approaching.
You will only be able to see me when your time has come.
Then you might beg me to spare you, you will tell me all the things you have left to do, all the people you want to love for just a little bit longer.
I will only listen to your words and give you the same answer that I have given to so many humans: “Your time has come, and nothing can change that.”
But until that day, I will be around, wa
Words on a Page I was alone on the bus, curled up against the window with my backpack on my knees, and surrounded by people who were too tired to realize I was among them. I didn’t blame them; everyone just wanted to get home. And besides, I got the seat all to myself.
I always find it ironic that I choose to be near people when I shove them away. I’m most comfortable alone and yet I chose to sit in the most popular seats. Which then became invisible the moment I took one. Everyone passed me by, not even meeting my gaze as they walked on, grinning and shouting half a car length to their friends and holding conversations loud enough I could hear them through my headphones.
Like I said, I was alone. It made me wish I had friends. But even my brother didn’t want to ride the bus with me. If I had been the one to get out of class early, I would have waited for him. The one other person I knew who was heading to the same general area of t
Shadow of a memory
Long has the time passed for us. We see our future, a shamble of the illusion we once held. The memory of what could have once been, and now, nothing more than a dream just out of reach. We reach out to the memories of childhood, desperately grasping onto the simpler moments of those times. Oh how we long for those days when the world still held wonder and endless possibilities. But we are grown now, and must move forward. Past the memories and into the shadows of the now. And sometimes I can’t help but wonder; what lies beyond these shadows? Will the light be my salvation, or my own damnation?
Help Me I'm Dying Here- An English AssignmentRead the description before the story, and please, please try to help me
Ibrahim clutches his stomach in an attempt to silence its obnoxious growling, this action proves to be useless and he knows he has to pay a visit to the Grand Bazaar.
Visitors to the city of Constantinople see the Grand Bazaar as a place of beauty. The array of bright colours, the various smells of local cuisine and the mixing of many cultures are all viewed as a marvel, something to commit to memory so it can be shared as a wonderful experience once tourists return home.
Ibrahim’s views on the Grand Bazaar are not nearly as wonderful.
Walking into the Grand Bazaar, he takes note of the fact that yet another body has been added to the collection of corpses swinging on ropes tied to the branches of a large tree just to the side of the entrance to the Bazaar. The bodies are hanging as a warning against rebellion, but they no longer scare anyone, people here have become use to death.
Poverty, hunger and cruelty
Shut DownIt starts by laying on your back and letting your arms and legs fall wherever they can. This is the only easy part. To go any further, you have to master the mental aspect. The only problem with that, is that once you master it, it can control you sometimes. After you figure out how to master your mind, it will begin this process against your will- mostly during waves of depression.
To master the mental aspect, you must relax your body. Let your mind think about everything that's ever made you cry. Think of the things that make you feel so low that maybe- just maybe, you're dead.
That's when your breathing disappears, your chest slowly stops moving until all that's left is your empty rib cage. Your body goes cold and your blood turns to ice. Your eyes fade and go fuzzy- but you don't blink. You don't need to anymore.
This is what some people call “inner peace”. Some call it “control of the mind and body”. I call it shut down. This is when your emotions disappear
FailuresThere was some kind of evil inside me. And I fought it everyday. People always tell you to be strong, to be different from others, to be a dreamer. But they don't allow you to be one at all. You are made fun of and you cry, and you fail. Everyday it's a boring life routine.
You are not even sick of it. You live through it and you listen to music, you draw and you read to escape the world. But always remember that you can be a creationist too. You can draw and you can stand up for yourself. I don't know why, but many people think being different is being cool in another way. They pretend to be different, but they just like a culture which is not mainstream. You will not feel free if you like gothic, punk or other rather unexplored society stuff. You will only feel free when you accept, that you have a kind of power.
People always try so hard to make others think different. But there are so many talents, hidden behind a group pressure and so many good spirits locked up behind a protectio
Marco's Crazy SongMarco Bellies:
All the world was in a lazy way.
Swinging on its way on a camelphant . (laugh)
Things were looking brighter day by day. (laugh)
Nothing ever wrong;
Life was just a song,
'Till those dancers in their swimsuits came along .(laugh)
Ohhh. I'm going cuckoo, woo-woo!
I think I need to go to the paramedics!!! (laugh)
I'll also get "drunk" on ice cream in Goofy Goober's (laugh)
Here comes the choo-choo, woo-woo!
I'm so gooney, looney tuney, te'ched in the head...
Please pass the ketchup and mustard,
I think I'll go to bed! Hoo!
Am I the screwball, woo woo!
Throw me the 8-ball woo woo!
Once I knew a thing or two, but now I'm a buffer-roo. Hinky dinky parley woo woo!(laugh)
Also throw me in the basement to a pile of manure (laugh)
Also the clowns were dancing in my back yard (laugh)
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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