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  1. Howdy-do, fellow SBC'ers - and OBAB: This is your friendly neighborhood Appy with a message. I've been part of the SB forum scene since 2015, and for me, it's been a fun ride. I'll never forget what it was like checking out the other SB forum for a short while - lurking about the forums and checking out all the threads. Something about it and its culture appealed to me somehow, and it was sometime in August I finally decided to sign in as "The Appetizer". Ah, I remember when I impressed all of you with my spouting out of random fads and such that I accumulated knowledge of while wandering through that forum - but it wasn't all fun. I came up with my fair share of good topics and such in those days, but eventually I just seemed to have just wanted attention. Recognition. I would even make joke posts with reaction GIFs in those days looking for a quick like - even if the topic was serious - what a seriously effed-up person I was in those days. Thankfully, I've matured, blossomed into a more mature individual. But I've decided it's time to leave the site, unfortunately. I think it was 'round September of 2015 I decided to join this place, and I think I've loved it more than the other SB forum. So many cool things about this place, so many wonderful, fun events and such. But enough about the forum! There are some nice folks I've met during my SB forum experience. There's one guy, however, that comes to mind who was probably my personal best friend: Renegade: Where do I begin with you, Rene? You were probably the bestest friend I found during my experiences here. I don't know how lucky I was to find you on the other place in 2016 or so. You were one of the only ones who actually felt the same way about my weird fascinations (you know who I'm talking about), and I'll always fondly remember our ongoing PMs about our little Casper and Wendy lit. So many wonderful ideas and such we came up with - but not just that. You were just a nice guy to chat with. There's a lot of other folks I've met thanks to here and the other forum I've met who I only wish we could've communicated more: Carotte, Kieran, Jaic, CDCB, Tide, OWM, etc. Some of you seem like folks I'd love to casually converse with on Discord more, especially folks who seem really cool and share some of my same interests. Kieran especially seems like a really nice person who I'd love to chat with more. Not too much, though, and if we're going to continue being friends/acquaintances, I'd rather we keep the conversation impersonal. I don't want it to get too personal, and besides, my good IRL friends are more of a priority than you guys, but you fellows are almost there. The main reason I wanna leave is simple - I've phased out of the forums, and I don't consider SBCord to be one of my most active Discords. Plus, I've embarked on a cartoon project that some of you folks know about that I'd rather not publicly mention. It and its adjacent Discord are more of a priority to me than casually chatting with you fellows about whatever, frittering away my time casually chatting on Discord or in the forums. No, I ain't posting the invite here, don't wanna get raided again. Not only that, but I gotta start living. So many new movies, shows, games, etc. I wanna check out. And we only live once - it's too short to be wasting time. So consider this to be a "Goodbye, SBC" post, in a way. It's been a lotta fun, and hopefully some of us can still keep in touch. The big question you guys are wondering: Will I still be on Discord? Of course, I will. I don't know how long I'll be on the SBC server, but I'll definitely be there every Saturday or so for Pictionary, if I can make it. So I'll stay on the Pictionary server but probably won't be on the main SBC server anymore. I might pop in here and there, though, but if you see me online, it's probably 'cause I'm on my project's server or something. Carotte, I'll still be somewhat active on your server as well. I've every intent of using Discord a bit less to prioritize other things, although I love the platform. But if there's anything going on you think I may be interested in, give me a ping or a DM. I might not be able to respond to your DMs instantly, though, so try and be patient with me if you leave a DM and I don't respond right away. But for a lot of ya - so long. Farewell. Auf weidersehn. Goodbye. It's been a lotta fun, but it's time for me to leave the forums for good. Incidentally - you might've seen I mentioned the Tide and Seeker. About all of you know what he was back in the day. But he's changed for the better. Ask CDCB. He'll elaborate. PS: A few last requests - 1. The rights to The Misadventures of Casper and Wendy and Casper and Wendy Shorts: I bequeath to @Renegade the Unicorn, @Steel Sponge and @4EverGreen. 2. For the remainder of the week, @jjsthekid - how about a special skin to remember me by? I know I never had King Neptune powers, but just as a little something for the folks who miss me to remember me by.
  2. The coyote goes....


  3. Script I wrote back in my senior year that I never finished. I've made some slight edits for privacy reasons: EARLY ONE MORNING IN THE SUMMER A Fantasy Plot and Script By The Appetizer Based on characters created by the talented folks at Pixar Animation Studios Emeryville, CA Special Thanks to: (COOL HIGH-SCHOOL MUSIC TEACHER) For undying support in my artistic endeavours. Everybody who supported my wild animation studio dream. Really I doubt this’ll happen in the future (I’m sure we’ll all go extinct or be on Mars in the future on account of pollution and all that jazz), but, still, I thank you for your genuine support. DRAFT #1 ROLL OPENING CREDITS. FADE IN EXT: E.S. OF A MODEST HOUSE IN THE SUBURBS, ON A BRIGHT AND SUNNY MORNING. Nothing much of interest to the viewer, although some might think of this is a pretty little abode in a nice little neighborhood in the ‘burbs. Birdsong can be heard in the background. Suddenly, the camera notices an open window. It zooms in on the window, and goes inside the house, finding itself in the living room. We follow it up the staircase, until it discovers an open door. We go through the door, and find ourselves in a bedroom. INT: HOUSE - BEDROOM This room displays the various interests of the owner from top to bottom. There are all sorts of objects on shelves, standing on the floor, hanging on the walls… EVERYWHERE. Toys, posters, collectable vinyls, LPs, comic books, model kits… you name it. The camera slowly strolls through the room, as if in awe of the potpourri of paraphernalia on display… until it discovers something of particular interest, sitting on a table near the owner’s bed. The music, too, shares the same awe as the camera. T’would perhaps be appropriate for a movie about a magical museum, or a documentary highlighting the majesty of the beluga whale… but this film isn’t about any of that. Now, where were we? Anyways, the camera and the music are in awe of this assemblage of collectables and such, but the camera soon discovers one object of more interest than anything else in the room, sitting on a table near the owner’s bed - a lamp with a certain nursery rhyme shepherdess and her flock - BO PEEP and her SHEEP - our protagonists. You know which one I mean… I imagine. The camera is perhaps more interested in this than anything else in the room, and it’s got good reason to - for those are our protagonists standing atop that lamp. The camera is fixed on this item for a few seconds, as if to tell us, “Keep this in mind, folks!” Then, we pan over to an alarm clock. CUT TO: C.U. ON CLOCK. At precisely 7:15 AM, it emits its annoying BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! A hand comes down and SLAMS it off. That hand belongs to the owner of this eclectic collection - and our protagonists - APPETIZER (in other words - the author of this very screenplay! So sue me. Cut to M.S. of APP slowly waking up from his sleep. APP (drowsily): Gosh! He yawns. APP: Oh, morning already? He slowly gets out of bed. APP: I hate to get up so early… but if I want to spend all day at that Comic-Con with (IRL friend), I’ve got to get up bright and early!! Like the man said… “Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man early to the convention!” He chuckles, and turns over to Bo’s lamp. APP: Sorry, Bo, you can’t go to the convention! Frankly, I don’t think they’d allow sheep at the convention center! (giggle) Cut to a C.U. of Bo, staring blankly in space. Cut to M.S. of APP, staring at the camera, unimpressed. APP (deadpan, aside): Of course, she can’t talk… I think? (pause, as if to rethink what he just said) NAH!!! He starts to walk off. The camera follows him as he starts to motion towards the door. At some point when he says the following lines, cut to BO and her SHEEP in a wide shot, and have APP’S dialogue heard only. APP: Well, what do you expect from a figurine on a lamp? All her and her sheep do is just stand there, motionless! If they’re secretly alive, I’ll bet all that little shepherdess does is watch her flock… what am I saying? That’s downright ridic! I know the difference between fantasy and reality… and that… that was just in the movies! There’s no way they’re secretly alive. I repeat - that’s ridic! The door shuts, and the camera remains fixed on BO’s lamp. A few seconds later, the eyes on Bo’s SHEEP ping-pong back and forth, as if to ask, “is the coast clear yet?” After a few seconds of this “ping-ponging,” a big, beaming smile emerges on the middle SHEEP. The other two SHEEP immediately take notice at her grin, and look at it with an inquisitive look in their little eyes. They bleat in a way that seems equally inquisitive. The middle sheep then proudly pitches her idea to her fellow sheep in a series of energetic bleats. TRANSLATION (in subtitles, although this might end up being a series of rebuses instead): Girls!! We ought to do something for Bo, amirite? She’s been good to us for who-knows-how-long, and we love her - and she loves us! We’re grateful for her, right? So we should give her something… a little token of our gratitude. Maybe a flower or something? You two with me? The other two SHEEP nod in agreement. The middle SHEEP then emits another bleat, translating to: Okay, then! Let’s go find something for Bo! The three then hop off their post on the lamp, and attempt to climb down the table, using the various items in the room to help move them from one end of it to the other. Of course, I’d like to think up some sort of funny pantomime “business” for the sheep to take part in, but that’s all going to depend on what items end up in the bedroom. Anyways, once they exit EVAN’S bedroom, they proceed to SLIDE down the bannister and soon notice an open window. They proceed to hop through it and continue on their merry way to fulfill their personal errand. Later, BO PEEP wakes up. INT: BEDROOM M.S. on BO’s lamp, slowly zooming in. CUT TO closer shot of BO stretching as she wakes. Although she spends all day standing on her post (or does she?) tending to her flock, she still seems a bit tired. BO PEEP (tired, but still attempting to retain a sunny disposition): (Yawn) Good morning world, and all who inhabit it! She turns over and notices that the “giant” who owns her and her sheep has gone for the day. CUT TO: WS of empty bed. BO: Well! Looks like ol’ Four-Eyes is gone for the day! Maybe I can watch my sheep in peace! (venting her anxiety) How can a shepherdess like myself tend to her flock with that kook blasting his music and monologuing to himself? Nice guy, but he could be a little more considerate! I could give that guy a piece of my mind if I wanted to… but he’d probably think I was possessed or something for coming alive on him! But… (now trying to keep from cracking up) It’d sure be peaceful if that boy… oh, I don’t know what would happen if that was to happen, but it’d sure be worth it, eh, girls? She hasn’t realized that her sheep have “taken off” on her yet. BO PEEP: (con’t, muttering to herself) Hmmm… unusually quiet today. Maybe if ol’ Four-Eyes didn’t have to take off for his special convention, maybe they could’ve gotten a bit more shut-eye. She notices the bright and sunny weather outside in a nearby window, and she gets off the lamp and, with a little help from her trusty crook, manages to get close enough to the window to “drink” in the niceness of it all. BO PEEP: Ahhh… smell that morning air! And dig that sun! Nice to see ol’ Sol up in the sky after all that rain yesterday… She continues to marvel at the majesty of the landscape outside. BO (con’t): Yessir! What a beautiful day outside! Couldn’t ask for a nicer day for that four-eyed kid to “amscray,” eh, girls? No response from her sheep, for obvious reasons. Bo patiently waits for their bleating, but she chances to look over to her side - and does a double take! She’s shocked as H--- to see that her flock’s vanished. A big, cliche dramatic stinger underscores her reaction. BO PEEP (shocked, overly dramatic): GIRLS!!!!!! After that reaction, THUD! She hits the ground, but immediately rebounds, determined to find her sheep. BO PEEP (determined): I do solemnly swear that I shall not rest UNTIL I find my flock… even if it’s the last thing I do! (MONTAGE) She then scours the house in search of her little darlings - checking everywhere - under the bed, under the couch, in drawers, in the trash, the sink, in the cupboard - you name it - but to no avail (wah wah waaaaahh…) The music should reflect her determination to fulfill her goals of reuniting herself with her sheep - containing a sense of urgency CUT to an M.S. of a weary BO, propped against a wall. BO PEEP: (sigh) How do you like that? No sign of those three anywhere… even in the waste paper basket! At least the garbage ma… I mean, the sanitation officer hasn’t come yet… if he did… I’d hate to lose my flock to the incinerator! All of a sudden… DING! A lightbulb goes off in her head. BO PEEP (con’t): SAY...I haven’t checked outside yet! Maybe those rascals sneaked into the backyard for a quick frolic! They always liked to caper around like three giddy little chipmunks when it was nice out… provided that What’s-his-Face was out!
  4. Hey, this is pretty good! I, too, can appreciate the McKimson reference, as well as a lot of the other WB references herein!
  5. I've had none-too-stellar eyesight all my life. Been wearing glasses for who knows how long.
  6. 90s because Tiny Toons and Elmyra Pretty difficult choice. Like Prez said, all decades of animation have their amazing and their abysmal. Each decade, really, has something worthwhile for me as a young animation fan, from the theatrical classics of the 40s and 50s to the modern sensibilities of 2010s TV animation. Even the "dark" periods of the 70s and 80s have some gems in my eyes, like Inspector Gadget, Disney's TV cartoons and Charlotte's Web. I may be a 2000s kid, but thank Neptune I'm not biased to the stuff I grew up with - otherwise I'd be thinking of stuff like Blue's Clues and the like as god-tier.
  7. https://farmerbob-lore.fandom.com/wiki/FarmerBob Quite possibly one of the greatest Wikis out there. Credit goes to BatteryMill for discovering this and sharing it on my personal server.
  8. A Tiny Toons server I just formed:


  9. There's so many I love, it's hard to choose one, but I had to pick Bugs. So many of my favorite Looney Tune shorts star him.
  10. Appetizer tries his hand at a SB spin-off: Episode 1: Yesterday’s News Everybody who knows SpongeBob knows that he loves the fantastical adventures of those two defenders of the briny deep, those fearless guardians of the creatures of the deep, Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy, who protect the vast ocean from such nefarious-type baddies as the Dirty Bubble and Man Ray, like Bo Peep protecting her three little darlings (Yes, I know I referenced Toy Story in a SpongeBob literature. So sue me!). Our favorite poriferan is probably the ultimate fan of the damp duo’s exploits, maintaining an ever-expanding collection of Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy paraphernalia, memorabilia, and other assorted items, including every comic book ever printed of the crimefighters’ various thrilling adventures. He never misses the re-runs of their television series, which is great because they never come on until after his shift at the Krusty Krab, except on weekends, when Channel 2 shows three hours of ol’ MM and BB straight, commercial-free! He even wrote a 100-page essay on the two for a high school writing assignment on heroes! And he and his pink pal Patrick have even crossed paths with their superhero idols multiple times; even if they’d rather eat their meatloaf in peace in their octogenarian state; thrusting them out of retirement back into a life of crime fighting, albeit less glamorous as it was when the two were younger and stronger. However, there’s another comic that the little square dude absolutely adores, and it’s that one that’s the subject of today’s story: The Wisenheimers! For years our friend has chuckled, guffawed, and chortled at the antics of this kooky family: Victor; the grouchy, irascible husband; Roxy; his eccentric wife (then again, the whole family is pretty darned eccentric), Chip; the gloomy son who loves all things scary and macabre, and Derpina, the ditzy daughter, not to mention Billy Banana Nana Bo Filly, the wacky dog! (Well, those were their personalities for the first five days of the strip, before the creator, one Hank Bubbleton, just decided to have the personalities take a backseat to the offbeat and nonsensical gags and dialogue.) However, most of the yellow fellow’s pals don’t know about his love for this wacky strip, as it’s been a secret love of his for years! Why? Because most of his friends don’t read the comic section of the Bikini Times- that SpongeBob knows about - for now! So he isn’t quite sure what his friends would think if he told them he read the Sunday funnies! It’s his darkest secret. Sometimes he thinks of it, but then he changes the subject to jellyfishing, or Mermaid Man or whatever. Anyway, like I said, for years he’s enjoyed the nonsensical zaniness of The Wisenheimers, enjoying every strip and keeping clippings of all of them in several volumes of scrap books hidden away in some obscure cranny in SpongeBob’s edible abode. Today was no exception. This Sunday morning started out like a typical one for the sponge, whom we first meet lying in bed like an angel, dreaming himself a sweet little dream in which he was doing the thing he loves best: making delicious Krabby Patties for the hungry masses frequenting the Bikini Bottom’s most renowned greasy spoon: the Krusty Krab. “One Krabby Patty, extra cheese, hold the relish!” yelled Squidward, his grumpy cephalopod co-worker and neighbor. “Neptune knows why.” “Comin’ right up, Squidinator!” cheerfully replied SpongeBob. And exactly five minutes later- because as SpongeBob would tell you, “You can’t rush perfection!” the Patty was ready. Marching out of his station into the eating area of the Krab with the sandwich, the sponge gave the customer his meal. “Le Krabby Patty, she is, how you say, ready,” he said in a mock-French accent. “Thanks!” said the hungry customer, salivating at the sight of the scrumptious sandwich. He then took a big bite out of the Patty, with SpongeBob watching as he chewed it down. “So, tell me, sir,” asked the fry cook. “How’s your Krabby Patty?” The response was one that SpongeBob did not expect: “Meow!” The sponge was confused at the response the customer gave him. “‘Meow?’ What kind of response is that? Speak English, my good man!” “Meow mow.” “Huh?” asked SpongeBob, still confused. “What do you mean, ‘meow mow?’” And then he woke up. Gary was sitting atop SpongeBob’s alarm clock, trying to get his beloved owner to wake up from his slumber. “Oh, the meowing was you, Gary!” said the sponge.
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