LOL GO, PLANET
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dizzy_land"By your powers combined, I am....wait, what?"
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
Captain Planet looks around, a grin on his face. Ahaaa...these guys were funny. He was going to go along with this, it sounded like fun.
"Well, I'm Captain Planet. I like long walks on the beach, and..."
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
"My quest? To save the environment, and aid the Planeteers in their quest to improve state of the environment..." though now that he thought of it, looking around, he didn't see much...damage here. Something looked a little odd about that sky, though.
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
"Well, I really wish that Verminous Skumm would take a bath, but I'm also slightly afraid to see what that would do to our water," Planet laughs, scratching his head. "Seriously, I don't know what I'd wish for besides for people to just care a little bit and at least use flourescent lightbulbs--it'd also help if trash went in the...y'know, trash bin. Though I think Hoggish Greedly is hogging all the space in them at this time."
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"Skills? Gee, I don't know if I really have any of those...I can do this, though!" and he turns and zaps some snow with his hand, melting it into a large puddle before blowing on it to freeze it into solid ice. And now that he thought of it, that was probably a bit of a health hazard, so repeating the process and adding a bit of windpower, he directs his attention to creating an ice sculpture of a giant heart instead.
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
Still sculpting his iced heart, he calls to the cat, "Oooh, white, please! But I'll take either, really--I don't like being a chocolate racist..."
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
He steps back from the giant block of ice now. He admires his work for a moment or two before turning back to the large cat and mouse and answers, "Definitely not robots, unless they helped plant trees. I think humans and monkeys work well together when picking up garbage and recycling, anyway."
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
Captain Planet laughs while he watches the mouse flip through the pages. He's tempted to do it himself, but alas, he has no book to do so with. He tilts his head to the side and smiles at the final question, saying, "No, though I would argue that I'm a pretty sharp dresser." and with that, he puts his hands on his hips and shows off his flashy outfit...which isn't much different from his usual shorts, boots, and half-shirt.
But somehow? This was seeming like less of a joke, no matter how more ridiculous it was becoming...
((And this, ladies and gentlemen, is Captain Planet, taken from...err...Captain Planet and the Planeteers, anyway. 'SUP?))
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
Captain Planet looks around, a grin on his face. Ahaaa...these guys were funny. He was going to go along with this, it sounded like fun.
"Well, I'm Captain Planet. I like long walks on the beach, and..."
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
"My quest? To save the environment, and aid the Planeteers in their quest to improve state of the environment..." though now that he thought of it, looking around, he didn't see much...damage here. Something looked a little odd about that sky, though.
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
"Well, I really wish that Verminous Skumm would take a bath, but I'm also slightly afraid to see what that would do to our water," Planet laughs, scratching his head. "Seriously, I don't know what I'd wish for besides for people to just care a little bit and at least use flourescent lightbulbs--it'd also help if trash went in the...y'know, trash bin. Though I think Hoggish Greedly is hogging all the space in them at this time."
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"Skills? Gee, I don't know if I really have any of those...I can do this, though!" and he turns and zaps some snow with his hand, melting it into a large puddle before blowing on it to freeze it into solid ice. And now that he thought of it, that was probably a bit of a health hazard, so repeating the process and adding a bit of windpower, he directs his attention to creating an ice sculpture of a giant heart instead.
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
Still sculpting his iced heart, he calls to the cat, "Oooh, white, please! But I'll take either, really--I don't like being a chocolate racist..."
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
He steps back from the giant block of ice now. He admires his work for a moment or two before turning back to the large cat and mouse and answers, "Definitely not robots, unless they helped plant trees. I think humans and monkeys work well together when picking up garbage and recycling, anyway."
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
Captain Planet laughs while he watches the mouse flip through the pages. He's tempted to do it himself, but alas, he has no book to do so with. He tilts his head to the side and smiles at the final question, saying, "No, though I would argue that I'm a pretty sharp dresser." and with that, he puts his hands on his hips and shows off his flashy outfit...which isn't much different from his usual shorts, boots, and half-shirt.
But somehow? This was seeming like less of a joke, no matter how more ridiculous it was becoming...
((And this, ladies and gentlemen, is Captain Planet, taken from...err...Captain Planet and the Planeteers, anyway. 'SUP?))
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Date: 2007-12-22 09:29 pm (UTC)Fortunately, T-Rex had a solution. "Maybe you should change Heart to Badassery? That way, people can clean up the enivornment while doing extreme skateboard moves and launching bad guys into the moon. I think that would be way more awesome than all this really caring stuff."
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Date: 2007-12-23 12:08 am (UTC)Though he had to admit, "Badassery" sounded pretty interesting, fully equipped with the skateboard moves and whatnot...and he couldn't help but grin when he thought of little Ma-Ti nailing big, ugly Greedly into the moon with a skateboard.
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Date: 2007-12-23 03:38 am (UTC)It almost made T-Rex feel bad to have to add, "Yeah, I've heard of it, but I don't really believe in it. I mean, for one thing, destruction can be radical. Why do you think I like to stomp on so many things? I can see why you don't want people just polluting up the whole enviornment and causing global warming, but what's wrong stomping on the occasional house or car? And for another, I know you're being metaphorical but I feel obligated to tell you that actually, gravity and inertia and the lack of outside forces acting to stop it make the world go round."
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Date: 2007-12-23 03:48 am (UTC)....And...wait, why would you want to stop on things? What if you hurt someone? How would you like it if I came and stomped on your house? That's not a really nice thing to do now, is it?"
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Date: 2007-12-24 11:42 pm (UTC)Those were hard questions, of course. Questions relating to stomping are much easier to answer. "I want to stomp on things because it's awesome! And nobody's big enough to stomp on my house."
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Date: 2007-12-26 08:49 pm (UTC)"....But what makes destroying things awesome?" Captain Planet was actually rather curious about what makes the destruction of properties the least bit leisurely--better off asking some sort of animal itself than someone like Dr. Blight or Greedly, though.