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Yeah I've always wondered if someone would do that too, I'll definitely check up again.
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The Isle of Meep
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Fragglemuppet
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Oh yes, this certainly has the makings of a great story! But Ed's right; so much to explore! I'm a bit concerned because I like you love Beaker, and I don't like to see him behaving in such an evil or at least menising way. Then again, can you really blame him?
More please!
More please!
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The Isle of Meep - Part two
Here it is! The sequel you've all been waiting for! I finally found time to work on it, sorry for the delay!
Outside, Bunsen gazed upon a futuristic urban jungle, with hover cars, sky scrapers, and even robots. The robots held a strange, deja-vu-like resemblance, but Bunsen could not place it. He followed Beaker in silence down streets, between cars, and around buildings. Finally, his curiosity got the best of him. "Beakie, where are we going?" Beaker whipped around. "While you are in my city, you shall refer to me as "sir", "Mr. President", or "Beaker" only! My people have a high sense of respect towards me, and will not tolerate new comers disregarding that standard! As for where we are going, that is of little importance to you at the moment." Bunsen decided it would be best to keep his mouth shut, and he did. He wondered at this new side of Beaker, and was slightly amaze that Beaker was apparently the leader of his people.
Bunsen followed Beaker for what seemed like an hour, never questioning where they were headed or why he never saw any onther people about. Finally, Beaker broke the silence. "You do not see people because they have heard of your arrival. No on has come to the Isle in over one hundred years, so this is a new idea to them. They're frightened." In amazement, Bunsen was again left wondering, but kept his mouth shut all the same. They walked through a laboratory, which gave him a slight comforting feeling. As they continued their way through the maze of streets, Bunsen thought he heard something for a brief moment. Looking around, he decided it was one of the robots and began to follow Beaker. Again, he heard something. He looked around, but nothing was there, not even a bumble bee - if there were bumble bees on this strange island. Noticing Beaker had gotten quite far ahead, Bunsen hurried to catch up.
Then, he heard a loud noise, everything went black, and he felt himself get thrown onto something hard yet soft at the same time. He tried calling out, but his mouth had been somehow covered in a way so as he could not open it. The compartment he was in began to move, and he wondered where he was being taken. As the compartment turned, he rolled around and hit his head, which made him think he must be in the trunk of a car. "Mmpherr?" "MMPH!" He attempted. It was no use. Suddenly, something sprayed in his face! He began to feel very... very.... sleeepyy..........
Here it is! The sequel you've all been waiting for! I finally found time to work on it, sorry for the delay!
Outside, Bunsen gazed upon a futuristic urban jungle, with hover cars, sky scrapers, and even robots. The robots held a strange, deja-vu-like resemblance, but Bunsen could not place it. He followed Beaker in silence down streets, between cars, and around buildings. Finally, his curiosity got the best of him. "Beakie, where are we going?" Beaker whipped around. "While you are in my city, you shall refer to me as "sir", "Mr. President", or "Beaker" only! My people have a high sense of respect towards me, and will not tolerate new comers disregarding that standard! As for where we are going, that is of little importance to you at the moment." Bunsen decided it would be best to keep his mouth shut, and he did. He wondered at this new side of Beaker, and was slightly amaze that Beaker was apparently the leader of his people.
Bunsen followed Beaker for what seemed like an hour, never questioning where they were headed or why he never saw any onther people about. Finally, Beaker broke the silence. "You do not see people because they have heard of your arrival. No on has come to the Isle in over one hundred years, so this is a new idea to them. They're frightened." In amazement, Bunsen was again left wondering, but kept his mouth shut all the same. They walked through a laboratory, which gave him a slight comforting feeling. As they continued their way through the maze of streets, Bunsen thought he heard something for a brief moment. Looking around, he decided it was one of the robots and began to follow Beaker. Again, he heard something. He looked around, but nothing was there, not even a bumble bee - if there were bumble bees on this strange island. Noticing Beaker had gotten quite far ahead, Bunsen hurried to catch up.
Then, he heard a loud noise, everything went black, and he felt himself get thrown onto something hard yet soft at the same time. He tried calling out, but his mouth had been somehow covered in a way so as he could not open it. The compartment he was in began to move, and he wondered where he was being taken. As the compartment turned, he rolled around and hit his head, which made him think he must be in the trunk of a car. "Mmpherr?" "MMPH!" He attempted. It was no use. Suddenly, something sprayed in his face! He began to feel very... very.... sleeepyy..........
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Well, because I seem to have time:
Bunsen slowly awoke to find himself in a very dark room. Then he remembered to open his eyes. Very dizzy, he attempted to stand, but found himself tied to a chair. Squinting because of the light, he peered around for his captors. He heard strange noises - almost like another language - coming from behind him. He strained his ears to discern what that noise was coming from, then he realized it WAS another language. There seemed to be several voices, and each one seemed to be speaking a slightly different dialect. After a while, Beaker stepped into the light. Bunsen was relieved to see a familiar face.
Beaker opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by one of the other voices. A tall, heavy set figure moved towards Bunsen. Bunsen could tell this person was from the Isle, mostly because he resembled Beaker. But something was different.... this one was wearing a grass skirt and a large headdress. He spoke with a loud, booming voice. "Who are you, and how did you get here?" Bunsen glanced at Beaker for help, but none was offered. "M-my name is Bunsen Honeydew and I-" The large one spoke again "Bunsen Honeydew hmmm? I have heard stories of you, and your inventions." The Islander gave Beaker a somewhat pleased look.
Another figure came and stood with the others. His skin was more of a red than a pink, and he was dressed in brightly colored robes. Bunsen could tell that this was the one he had first heard speak, because this one had a soft, calming voice. "You have not answered Tongo's second question, Mistah Honeydoo. Plese, how did yoo get heah?" What little confidence Bunsen had seemed to shatter as he searched for an answer. Suddenly, Beaker spoke up. "I already told you! Bunsen Honeydew came here because I wanted him to. You've all heard me talk about this for years now, and I felt now would be a good time to bring him." The bright one looked angry, but said nothing.
"Well, if that's the way you want it, I trust you Beaker! Bunsen, weeelcome to the Isle! I am Tongo, ruler of the West Island! This here is Sonny, ruler of East Island, and Beaker, as you now know, is ruler of the North Island." Bunsen smiled "North, East,and West? Who is ruler of the Southern Island?" A short islander wearing cowboy's attire stepped into the light. "That'd be mey." He appeared to have an extremely thick southern accent. "Ah, Pancho! I was wondering when you would decide to show up." "Better late than never, thas what I alway say. Heeey, whos the melon?" Beaker spoke "This is Bunsen Honeydew, and he is my guest. So treat him with the upmost respect, alright?"
Bunsen watched as they four Rulers of the Isle dug into Pancho for being late, again, apparently, and wondered if anyone would ever bother untying him...
Bunsen slowly awoke to find himself in a very dark room. Then he remembered to open his eyes. Very dizzy, he attempted to stand, but found himself tied to a chair. Squinting because of the light, he peered around for his captors. He heard strange noises - almost like another language - coming from behind him. He strained his ears to discern what that noise was coming from, then he realized it WAS another language. There seemed to be several voices, and each one seemed to be speaking a slightly different dialect. After a while, Beaker stepped into the light. Bunsen was relieved to see a familiar face.
Beaker opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by one of the other voices. A tall, heavy set figure moved towards Bunsen. Bunsen could tell this person was from the Isle, mostly because he resembled Beaker. But something was different.... this one was wearing a grass skirt and a large headdress. He spoke with a loud, booming voice. "Who are you, and how did you get here?" Bunsen glanced at Beaker for help, but none was offered. "M-my name is Bunsen Honeydew and I-" The large one spoke again "Bunsen Honeydew hmmm? I have heard stories of you, and your inventions." The Islander gave Beaker a somewhat pleased look.
Another figure came and stood with the others. His skin was more of a red than a pink, and he was dressed in brightly colored robes. Bunsen could tell that this was the one he had first heard speak, because this one had a soft, calming voice. "You have not answered Tongo's second question, Mistah Honeydoo. Plese, how did yoo get heah?" What little confidence Bunsen had seemed to shatter as he searched for an answer. Suddenly, Beaker spoke up. "I already told you! Bunsen Honeydew came here because I wanted him to. You've all heard me talk about this for years now, and I felt now would be a good time to bring him." The bright one looked angry, but said nothing.
"Well, if that's the way you want it, I trust you Beaker! Bunsen, weeelcome to the Isle! I am Tongo, ruler of the West Island! This here is Sonny, ruler of East Island, and Beaker, as you now know, is ruler of the North Island." Bunsen smiled "North, East,and West? Who is ruler of the Southern Island?" A short islander wearing cowboy's attire stepped into the light. "That'd be mey." He appeared to have an extremely thick southern accent. "Ah, Pancho! I was wondering when you would decide to show up." "Better late than never, thas what I alway say. Heeey, whos the melon?" Beaker spoke "This is Bunsen Honeydew, and he is my guest. So treat him with the upmost respect, alright?"
Bunsen watched as they four Rulers of the Isle dug into Pancho for being late, again, apparently, and wondered if anyone would ever bother untying him...
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Oh my gosh! This is SO interesting! I really wanna know what happens next! More please!
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Oh MY GOSH! A STORY WITH BEAKER AND BUNSEN! EEEEEEEEEE!
Wow it seems different that he is not talking in his oh so adorable manner but it makes things more interesting. Continue when you have the time
Good job. I got a sense of adventure when I read this.
Wow it seems different that he is not talking in his oh so adorable manner but it makes things more interesting. Continue when you have the time
Good job. I got a sense of adventure when I read this.