LOL GO, PLANET
"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?))