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    Iceberg Hop

    in Krabby Land

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    Hop is a 2011 American 3D live-action/computer-animated comedy film produced by Illumination Entertainment and released by Universal Pictures. Directed by Tim Hill and produced by Chris Meledandri and Michele Imperato Stabile. The film was released on April 1, 2011, in the United States and the United Kingdom. Hop stars Russell Brand as E.B., the Easter Bunny (Hugh Laurie)'s son who'd rather drum in a band than succeed his father as the Easter Bunny; James Marsden as Fred O'Hare, a human who is out of work and wishes to become the next Easter Bunny himself; and Hank Azaria as Carlos, an evil chick who plots to take over the Easter organization. It was released on DVD and Blu-ray Disc on March 23, 2012, in Region 1.[5]

     

    • Wow 3

    The Final Outcome

    in Davy Jones' Locker

    Posted

    okay lads, let’s get this started, ahem

    It was raining.
           Rain wasn’t anything new to Dan, so obviously, he thought nothing of it. Yet, he still took a little time out of his day to stare out the window. He liked to do it, often reflecting on previous events in his life while staring. Things weren’t really different today, as he took these few minutes to just let his mind wander. He was at work in a small office, and it was the afternoon. He closely watched the clock, waiting for it to get 4:00, his time to leave. It was currently sitting at 3:47, almost refusing to move any more. It was an agonizing thirteen minutes for Dan, as all he wanted was to just go home. 
           Slowly but surely, however, the clock made it’s way to 4:00. Dan then slowly got up, cleaned up his work area, walked down the hall, and went into the stairwell. The stairwell was obviously a rather dark and damp area, however Dan always found himself happy to be inside of it, at least when he descending the stairs.
           However, that darkness didn’t change when Dan stepped outside. It was still raining some, and Dan was without an umbrella. Dan believed the rain could be good for his reflective moments, but still usually disliked it, especially when had to be out in it like this. As Dan hurried to his car, the rain started to pick up a bit. At that point, he was trying his damndest to make it to the car fast enough, while still keeping himself safe. 
           As he was nearly there, run-walking as best as he could, his foot landed peculiarly from one step, almost sliding across the ground for a split second. However, Dan luckily managed to catch himself before falling. He was now just meters away from his car, so he considered himself, quickly hopping in and starting the car.
          It was a relatively quiet car ride home. Dan didn’t live very far from work, so he didn’t have to jump on the highway, wait in a ton of traffic, or both, nothing like that. It was just a simple few minutes in which he made the routine trip from work to home, surrounded by the ambient noise of his car, along with the rain.
          Dan made it home, proceeding to quickly run inside with his belongings after locking the car. He was glad that another work day had finally come to an end, walking to his main living room couch and slumping down on it to take a quick rest. Dan lived alone, so there was no conversation he could exchange with anyone in that moment, but he didn’t really mind all that much.
          He had a very quiet evening, as per usual. He sat around, ate dinner, relaxed, the whole nine yards. It was 11:08 PM, eastern standard time, when he decided to check out for the night. Dan got himself ready, and flopped onto the bed. He had everything set up well, however it always took him a little time to get to sleep. 
          Dan lay there, slowly losing consciousness, when there was a deafening noise overhead. Dan immediately rose up, sitting at ninety degree angle. It sounded like an airplane going overhead, but with the noise amplified by at least a dozen times, as if the plane was just clipping his roof. Initially worried about his hearing as well, the noise stopped, and Dan ran over to the window, his hearing still intact. He searched all over the visible space for any sign of a struggle or whatever, but found nothing. Dan walked over to his television, and switched over to the news, but nothing. 
         Dan thought to himself that the news couldn’t have possibly picked up a story by now, so he waited for a few short minutes. But if something had gone so horribly wrong, they would have to had have to have made an interruption, no? Exactly.
        Dan then went back to bed, thinking nothing of what happened, thinking that maybe it was just a simple auditory hallucination. He lay in bed soundly, eventually enough so that he completely fell asleep.
        At 6:14 am eastern standard time the next morning, Dan’s radio alarm clock began to blast static noise. His eyes slowly opened up, followed by him using them to quietly look around the room. He was at first afraid the loud airplane noise had to come back to haunt him, before he remembered it was the same alarm noise he heard at the start of every morning. As Dan leaped out of bed to turn it off, the static noise was interrupted by a monotone voice that spoke,
       “Yeah, that was ‘Channel Piece 1’ by Lars Simmons, a great work to wake right up to. I reckon we’ll play Channel Piece 2 now, should flow right in…”
       As Channel Piece 2 started, it was instantly stopped by Dan’s turning off the radio. Dan still had an hour before he had to start getting ready for work, so he had the space to relax for just a little bit more. Yet, he didn’t feel much motivation to do so. He struggled with motivation for a lot of things, but not usually just hanging around, doing whatever he pleased. It seemed to him like an odd thing to be unmotivated about, but things just felt weird. It felt like there were several slightly off details about the world that has gone on since he had returned home from work.
       So, he decided to just wait for time to pass and see if anything else would happen. He planted himself back into a living room couch, looked around, only noticing the regular subtly eerie ambience of the early morning. 
       Things went dark for Dan then, however, because he had fallen asleep again. He woke up about forty five minutes later, when he sluggishly stood up and started getting ready for work. He grabbed some random stuff from his fridge and cabinets for breakfast, and then prepared his suitcase with whatever he needed. After double checking that he had everything with him (he did), Dan was off on his way to work.

     

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    Roll Credits

    in Davy Jones' Locker

    Posted

    Locker time.

    VIII. The End

    The rocks walked for a bit, hoping, but not completely sure that they were in the right place, but had a good idea that they were so. They walked for what seemed like the longest time, but eventually, they heard noise in the distance. They turned their heads in hope, and saw a bunch of a small, lumpy shadows. The rocks hurried over immediately. As they became closer and closer, they realIzed that they were home!

    Admittedly, there was some confusion about who these returning rocks were amongst the dormant populous at first. They had been forgotten by some, presumed dead by some, and too young to remembered by some. However, seeing as they seemed to be similar to the other rocks, they were let in without issue. 

    Two rocks off to the left ran away, and after a brief while, came back, with the still-alive king being carried in on the very stretcher he had been ten years ago. He could no longer speak, and the rocks were not exactly sure how to communicate with him. After a bit of thinking, Tim picked up the money, and slowly rubbed across the elder’s face. He seemed to respond. There was some silence, but afterwards, the elder reached out for the money. Tim gave it to him, he slowly held it up for everyone to see. 

    The money bounced off the light perfectly. It attracted the attention of everyone around, who were, all at once, stunned. They had seen this dollar so many times throughout the years, on the rock propaganda conjured up by the government, but nevermind that. This was the real deal. They had gotten a bunch of what could help their civilizations prosper throughout the next generation!

    Cheering sounded throughout the place. The villagers ran up to the elder and the returning rocks, forming a mob of celebration. The rocks were hastily given the first ever Rock Lifetime Achievement Awards. They were forever known by all in the village, nearly to the status of the elder himself. The rocks still lived with what they had endured at Nickelodeon, but all of the celebration still felt pretty great. The money was used to help get vital things for the rocks, such as easier access to shelter and food. The population expanded at an incredible rate, things were never better, and everyone lived happily ever after.

    lol

     

    Roll Credits

    in Davy Jones' Locker

    Posted

    One more after this.

    VII. Escape

    The rocks and box could do nothing but wait, as the man slowly approached them. At that moment, they thought of a bunch of possible outcomes in the situation, naturally, many of them were bad. 

    The man then picked up the group, dropped them back to where they were, seeing nothing of interest in them. He then walked back to where he was standing, seemingly not moving afterwards. The group wasn’t sure what this guy’s deal was, but due to his lack of reaction to them, they figured the coast was clear.

    The rocks, again, assumed position inside the box, replicating their slow-crawling movement from earlier, also being careful with the money they had snuck out with. Everything was working fine, with the only problem being that vision was still limited in this setup. They slowly crawled down the entryway of the building, but it wasn’t too long before they bumped into something.

    The man’s left shoe.

    The man only felt a slight impact, but one big enough for him to go down and see what happened. He picked up the thing, and as this happened, the rocks began trying to escape, afraid, crawling all over the man’s hands, and-

    Alright. I wanted to find a way to reveal this information in a manner that flowed with the story well, but you know, writing this, i’m in school right now, have been given a free period, last class before a break, want to get something out, but can’t be bothered to find a way I could easily work it in and don’t want to write “the man” too much more. The man is former Nickelodeon Studios security guard Don Newhouse. There.

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    Don’t tell the rocks, though, ‘cause I’ve planned this episode out so that he’s just a mystery figure.

    And you’re thinking, “MMM, Nickelodeon Studios is in Florida, but the story is in California!”. Well, I didn’t realize that until right before I was about to post this, but fuck it. Let’s just say he was filling in for someone else that day.

    Yeah, so anyways, Don was really freaked out by this crawling, he thought there were bugs inside the box. He threw the box to the floor, spilling out all of the rocks in the process. The man was slightly puzzled at this point, which, obviously, was only worsened when the rocks started moving around.

    “Augh!”

    “Sorry, sorry! Please don’t hurt us.”

    “Living rocks? I…”

    “Sir, we need to go home.”

    “Wh…where?”

    “Just a bunch of sand everywhere, some radiation…”

    “What? Anything else?”

    “It was near…what was it…Alba-ker-kee…”

    “…oh!”

    “Do you know where this is?”

    “I believe so…is the box going, too?

    “Me? Oh, uhhh…I guess…maybe just be with other boxes, more like my own.”

    Don paused, before slowly walking into the building, and after a few minutes, slowly walking back out. He was very quiet, looking at the floor. He almost seemed ashamed of himself, as he had lied to his superiors about an incredibly sick nephew. They let him leave, but he had never done anything like this before. Yet, he felt he had to help those rocks and box, thinking back, he had recognized them from the opening cards, they looked faintly similar, but was stunned by all of these sentient developments. He figured it wouldn’t take too long. He gathered them all in the car, set up his GPS, and drove off.

    Close by the studios was a storage unit. Don knew it was the right place for the box, and took him in. After some negotiation with the workers, the box was put with a lot of lads just like him, making him quite happy. But, the rocks still had a long way to go.

    “Ah, just so you know, where you’re going is several hours away.”

    “It’ll be worth it.”

    “Mhm.”

    So, not much happened in the next several hours, not much happened. Don drove and drove, the rocks slept and slept. Eventually, however, they were able to arrive in Albuquerque, still three hours away from the rock village.

    “So, where in Albuquerque are you seven?”

    “In a desert, remember with the radiation stuff?”

    There was a long silence as Don realized, again, he had to drive three more hours, to the Trinity test site. 

    But, he got it done, like the good soul he was, Similar events occurred as those during the drive to Albuquerque, but as Don got on to the desert, the shift in terrain caused a loud bump that startled the rocks awake.

    Don walked over to the back of the car, picked the rocks up, and showed them the land.

    “Does this look familiar?”

    “Yes! Yes!”

    “Should I leave ya here?”

    “Hmm…just give us some direction out here, like a head start into the desert.”

    Don then took each rock, one by one, and threw them further out in the desert, with each yelling, “Thanks, stranger!” as they flew through the air. He then took the wads of cash the rocks were able to muster up in their career and sent it careening towards the same direction, before getting in his car, and starting the drive back. 

     

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