Adventures in Odyssey

[Mr.Whit]

This is absulutely increible keep up the good work nice job.

[V-lady]

I love all the repeats! Great job, Waluigi!

[Storm]

Any More posts? Please, this is one of the best stories ever writen

[Waluigi Freak 99]

More soon. Sorry for the delay.

[Catspaw]

You should be sorry! My life has been a total mess, thanks to you!

(a.k.a. yayness for more story coming soon!)

[Mrs Jason Whittaker]

I just discovered this thread and it is AMAZING!! I am loving this story. I would try to contribute some plot ideas, but that would take away the suspense. I can't wait to hear more.

[Prince Caspian]

This is indeed an amazing story. Keep up the good work!

[Waluigi Freak 99]

LOUD, INSANELY DRAMATIC HEAVY METAL OZZY OSBOURNE MUSIC BLARES from the radio.

Okay, now that I've woken you up . . .

We hear a DISTINCTIVE BELL SOUND, and can infer that SOMEONE has ENTERED WHIT'S END.


WHIT: Well, that was some nap. Feels like I've been out for a month . . . Hoo, that was almost as bad as 1997 . . .

JACK: Whit! Whit! You've woken up, too?

WHIT: Of course, you . . . Sorry, Jack. I didn't mean to blow up at you.

JACK: Looks like the anger virus is still in effect.

You have thus been SUBTLY REMINDED.

WHIT: Oh, it looks like everyone else is about to wake up.

CONNIE: Wh-what happened?

WHIT: We've all mysteriously fallen asleep, for some reason.

EUGENE: This is most inexplicable.

CONNIE: And unexpected.

JACK: Well, we're awake now.

WHIT: So we are.

CONNIE: So, Whit, how'd the trial work out?

WHIT: Oh, Whit's End is being closed down.

CONNIE: Closed down?!

EUGENE: As opposed to being closed up?

WHIT: Yes, but with all the confusion, perhaps everyone will have forgotten.

ANGRY MOB: Close down! Close down! Close down! Close down!

JACK: This does not augur well.

CONNIE: It's not good, either.

WHIT: Eugene, lock the doors!

EUGENE: (voice cracking) Right away, sir!

We hear a CHINK sound. The door has LOCKED.

WHIT: That should hold them back.

. . .

CONNIE: So, where were we before we dropped with dizziness?

WHIT: I believe that you were about to tell me something very important.

EUGENE: Yes, but I am having trouble remembering what it was. Something to do with ru -- ru -- ru . . .

JACK: Ku! Ruku!

WHIT: Oh, dear.

CONNIE: Blackgaard's unleashing the Ruku virus through the dimension of lost characters?!

EUGENE: Well, it saves time if you go about setting the plot up that way . . .

WHIT: What should we do?

JACK: Actually, I think I know a course of action. You see, while I was asleep, I was having these strange dreams that --

CONNIE: Who cares?! We have a major problem here!

EUGENE: I believe that we would be wise to defer to Mr. Allen's experience, Ms. Kendall.

CONNIE: Hi-yaaaah!

CONNIE DIVE BOMBS EUGENE, and the two fight on the floor. CONNIE uppercuts EUGENE, knocking out SEVERAL TEETH (bicuspids), and he falls to the FLOOR.

JACK: Whit! Whit! Tell them to stop!

WHIT: (pounding on the floor, counting) One, two, three, four -- What?

JACK: Oh, Whit.

WHIT: Don't you, "Oh, Whit," me!

WHIT DIVE BOMBS JACK, and a similar fight ensues, until CRAZED LAUGHING is heard, and SPOOKY MUSIC plays.

WHIT: Oh, no!

EUGENE: Could it be?

CONNIE: It is!

JACK: Regis Blackgaard!

BLACKGAARD: (as a virus) Dr. Blackgaard, Mr. Allen.

JACK: Dr. Blackgaard!

BLACKGAARD: Dr. Regis Blackgaard, Mr. Allen.

JACK: Dr. Regis Blackgaard!

BLACKGAARD: Dr. Regis Blackgaard Sir, Mr. Allen.

CONNIE: Hey, emoticons!

WHIT: Blackgaard! I will confront you!

Dun, dun, DUN!

[Angel]

Wow, that was interesting. Definitely held my attention. Good job!

[V-lady]

Great job!

[JesusIsAlive]

Awesome!

[Danielle Abigail Maxwell]

I laugh, but I can't wait for more....

[Smaug the Dragon]

Absolute Geniusness!!!

[Catspaw]

Poor Jack! And poor everybody else too, I guess. Another stellar episode! My only complaint is that the music was a bit too loud at the beginning - maybe you could tone it down a bit next time.

[Over the Rainbow]

PLEASE post more!!! It would make me soooooooooooooooo HAPPY!

Oh look! Emoticons!

[JD]

WHIT climbs into the station and it starts up with an AWESOME, COOL, HAWKING-ME-ROYAL POWER UP SOUND EFFECT. Suddenly, WHIT BANGS on the metal door.

WHIT: Connie, turn it off!

CONNIE: What?

WHIT: I said, "Turn it off!"

CONNIE: What?

WHIT: Turn the Imagination Station OFF!

CONNIE: But it's only been a few seconds!

WHIT: I don't care!

CONNIE: What?

WHIT: I said "I don't care!" Something is horribly wrong!

CONNIE: What?

WHIT: Something is horribly wrong!

CONNIE: Something is horribly wrong?!

WHIT: Yes, it's -- hey, emoticons!

CONNIE: Do you want me to turn the station off?

WHIT: Yes, it could be dangerous if I stay in here too long!

CONNIE: What?

WHIT: I said, "It could be --" . . . never mind! Just turn it off!

CONNIE: Okay, I'm going to press the button.

There is a full fifteen second delay. The station then SLOWLY powers down and WHIT steps out.

CONNIE: Are you okay, Whit?

WHIT: Yes, yes, I think so.

CONNIE: What happened?

WHIT: Well, the program was supposed to give the user a glimpse of the contents of the average refrigerator. They would shrink to microscopic size and explore the --

CONNIE: Wait, why did you come up with that?

WHIT: Well, people are always asking me to write a program for Wooton, so -- it doesn't matter. The thing was, I wasn't a microscopic man exploring giant food -- I was the food. I was the milk, sitting in a plastic container in the back. I was the perishable generic peanut butter, offering a source of protein, and kids kept sticking their bare hands inside my jar and eating me. I was the unhealthy Cheese Doodles, loaded with fats and sugars.

(dramatic)

I became pure nourishment!

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