beatnikchick300
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Hello all! I promised I'd have a fanfiction up soon, and I had a great idea for one. As many of you know, superhero movies have been popular this past decade, so I thought I'd write one with a Muppet spin, and I hope you like it!
Super Muppets
Chapter1
Our story begins in the urban part of the town in which many colorful characters live. In the heart of the city was the corporate office of Walters Bunkers Inc., a company that specialized in the sale of bunkers for people to use in case of a disaster.
Unfortunately, this town had never experienced those kinds of disasters, so the citizens never really worried about having shelter in case of a flood, tornado, or alien invasion. Needless to say, Walters Bunkers, Inc. wasn’t doing too well.
The CEO of the company, Donald F. Walters, III had called his employees in for a meeting to discuss their problems with sales. They all gathered around a long table while Walters paced in front of his chart.
“Ladies and gentlemen” he began. “This company has been around since the Cold War. By the end of the Cold War, we had sold over 10,000 bunkers. In 1989, 9,000 bunkers. By 1999, 5,000 bunkers. Would anyone care to tell me how many we sold last year?”
A woman in a gray suit raised her hand.
Walters leaned over, a coy smile on his face. “Yes, Ms. Adams?’ he purred.
“Uh, 7?” Ms. Adams said in a small voice.
“7!” Walters screamed, banging both fists on the table. Regaining his composure, he spoke again. “What does that tell you people?”
A man in a brown suit raised his hand. “That people don’t want to buy bunkers anymore?” he suggested.
“Or that they don’t need to,” The blond man next to him snickered.
Walters paced over to the window, gazing at the skyline. “Well, that may be true,” he said. “But we’re not giving up that easily.” He turned back to his employees. “All of your jobs depend on it. Now focus on selling! Meeting adjourned.”
The employees all gathered up their suitcases and left the room to go home for the day. Walters took a seat at the table, burying his face in his hands. However, once he was certain everyone was gone, the CEO reached down, picked his suitcase up, and snapped it open.
Inside were several schematics. He unfolded them. One each of them was a model for a giant robot. Each one was planned to stand about 50 feet tall, and include lasers, missiles, and other weapons.
Walters rubbed his hands together and grinned evilly. “Once these beautiful creatures are built, everyone in America will be begging to buy my bunkers!” He snickered.
Super Muppets
Chapter1
Our story begins in the urban part of the town in which many colorful characters live. In the heart of the city was the corporate office of Walters Bunkers Inc., a company that specialized in the sale of bunkers for people to use in case of a disaster.
Unfortunately, this town had never experienced those kinds of disasters, so the citizens never really worried about having shelter in case of a flood, tornado, or alien invasion. Needless to say, Walters Bunkers, Inc. wasn’t doing too well.
The CEO of the company, Donald F. Walters, III had called his employees in for a meeting to discuss their problems with sales. They all gathered around a long table while Walters paced in front of his chart.
“Ladies and gentlemen” he began. “This company has been around since the Cold War. By the end of the Cold War, we had sold over 10,000 bunkers. In 1989, 9,000 bunkers. By 1999, 5,000 bunkers. Would anyone care to tell me how many we sold last year?”
A woman in a gray suit raised her hand.
Walters leaned over, a coy smile on his face. “Yes, Ms. Adams?’ he purred.
“Uh, 7?” Ms. Adams said in a small voice.
“7!” Walters screamed, banging both fists on the table. Regaining his composure, he spoke again. “What does that tell you people?”
A man in a brown suit raised his hand. “That people don’t want to buy bunkers anymore?” he suggested.
“Or that they don’t need to,” The blond man next to him snickered.
Walters paced over to the window, gazing at the skyline. “Well, that may be true,” he said. “But we’re not giving up that easily.” He turned back to his employees. “All of your jobs depend on it. Now focus on selling! Meeting adjourned.”
The employees all gathered up their suitcases and left the room to go home for the day. Walters took a seat at the table, burying his face in his hands. However, once he was certain everyone was gone, the CEO reached down, picked his suitcase up, and snapped it open.
Inside were several schematics. He unfolded them. One each of them was a model for a giant robot. Each one was planned to stand about 50 feet tall, and include lasers, missiles, and other weapons.
Walters rubbed his hands together and grinned evilly. “Once these beautiful creatures are built, everyone in America will be begging to buy my bunkers!” He snickered.