It was November 15th, 2011 - a day the admiral and his friends wouldn't soon forget.
"Hey, guys, look what came for us! It's a Jelly Belly dispenser from Lucasfilm," said Spidey.
"Interesting," replied Ackbar.
"Put it down then," said Ironman impatiently.
"Okay, okay," Spidey grunted. The dispenser hit the ground with a thud. "You should do the honors, since it's from your homeland, Admiral."
"Lucasfilm makes the coolest stuff! I can't believe they'd send something like this!" Ackbar said excitedly.
"Ooh, what is it?" Lizzie asked.
"Only one way to find out," Ironman grinned, staring down at the shiny ball that emerged from the dispenser.
Ironman gasped as he saw the horror that the capsule contained.
"You're killing me, Ironman! What is it?!" shrieked Ackbar.
"It can't be that bad... can it?" questioned Spidey, his voice full of worry.
Ironman shakily read the letter that was within the capsule.
The capsule fell to the ground from Ironman's strong, trembling hands and the admiral screamed in fury.
"What do we do now?" cried Spidey.
"I need to sit down," whispered Ironman.
"You and me both," muttered Ackbar.
Lizzie turned around. "I can't look..."
"I just got this gig!" shouted Spidey. "I didn't even get to be in an episode yet!"
"I didn't even get to do the zombie twin mirror scene thing yet!" Ackbar cried.
"Zombie twin mirror...what?" Spidey asked.
"Somebody call Zombie Ackbar?" said a familiar voice.
"There you are!" exclaimed the admiral, smiling.
"Who the h-e-double hockey sticks is that?" asked Ironman.
"I found him a while ago, but we hadn't had a chance to do any work together yet. His abused paint job makes him look a bit zombie-esque, don't you think?" said the original Ackbar.
"No time like the present," replied Zombie Ackbar, winking his chipped eye.
"It's just like I'd always dreamed!" original Ackbar smiled happily.
"WTF..." Ironman muttered.
"I don't get it," Spidey said.
"Maybe someone else can star in the children's books Stacey wanted to write," said Lizzie sadly, "Maybe someone without such crazy copyrights, who can be customized..."
"Hey, guys, look what came for us! It's a Jelly Belly dispenser from Lucasfilm," said Spidey.
"Interesting," replied Ackbar.
"Put it down then," said Ironman impatiently.
"Okay, okay," Spidey grunted. The dispenser hit the ground with a thud. "You should do the honors, since it's from your homeland, Admiral."
"Lucasfilm makes the coolest stuff! I can't believe they'd send something like this!" Ackbar said excitedly.
"Ooh, what is it?" Lizzie asked.
"Only one way to find out," Ironman grinned, staring down at the shiny ball that emerged from the dispenser.
Ironman gasped as he saw the horror that the capsule contained.
"You're killing me, Ironman! What is it?!" shrieked Ackbar.
"It can't be that bad... can it?" questioned Spidey, his voice full of worry.
Ironman shakily read the letter that was within the capsule.
The silence that followed was deafening.
The capsule fell to the ground from Ironman's strong, trembling hands and the admiral screamed in fury.
"What do we do now?" cried Spidey.
"I need to sit down," whispered Ironman.
"You and me both," muttered Ackbar.
Lizzie turned around. "I can't look..."
"I just got this gig!" shouted Spidey. "I didn't even get to be in an episode yet!"
"I didn't even get to do the zombie twin mirror scene thing yet!" Ackbar cried.
"Zombie twin mirror...what?" Spidey asked.
"Somebody call Zombie Ackbar?" said a familiar voice.
"There you are!" exclaimed the admiral, smiling.
"Who the h-e-double hockey sticks is that?" asked Ironman.
"I found him a while ago, but we hadn't had a chance to do any work together yet. His abused paint job makes him look a bit zombie-esque, don't you think?" said the original Ackbar.
"No time like the present," replied Zombie Ackbar, winking his chipped eye.
"It's just like I'd always dreamed!" original Ackbar smiled happily.
"WTF..." Ironman muttered.
"I don't get it," Spidey said.
"A hug to end it?" said the Ackbars simultaneously.
"Maybe someone else can star in the children's books Stacey wanted to write," said Lizzie sadly, "Maybe someone without such crazy copyrights, who can be customized..."
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