I'd buy it. And then I'd blow the production budget on special effects and it would never air.
That's probably for the best, really.
Still. Walrus people. Invisible flying motorcycles. Rock.
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I'd buy it. And then I'd blow the production budget on special effects and it would never air.
That's probably for the best, really.
Still. Walrus people. Invisible flying motorcycles. Rock.
Oh and thanks for all the sweet props, y'all. Especially Hec, who made my day.
He's good at that, but it's not like you don't deserve it, Robin. (Take your own advice, Erika, you idiot.)
"A young girl in Nome, Alaska, stumbles on a magical land just under the waters of Norton Sound, where a lost tribe of mutant human/walrus hybrids live in fear of the World Above. Can Tawny unite the two worlds? Will she ever win the heart of her true love, the Inuit fisherman N'gukluk? Heavy lies the head that wears the crown in Tawny: Queen of the Walrus People!
All I ask is that there is some sort of group of small, furry creatures with beady little eyes that always predict doom, and do so by singing.
The best part of the Hecliments is that they are always spot on true words.
yes, wrod.
All I ask is that there is some sort of group of small, furry creatures with beady little eyes that always predict doom, and do so by singing.Oh. Yes.
All I ask is that there is some sort of group of small, furry creatures with beady little eyes that always predict doom, and do so by singing.
Brilliant! High concept! Appeals to the kids! Will make great toys!
"Get your CutiePatootieDoomsayers at Toys R Us! With four different predictions of imminent and bloody demise! Listen!
(to the tune of "Tomorrow") "You're gonna get eviscerated...tomorrow! Bet you lose your guts and innards tomorrow...better run..."
"On sale now!"
(to the tune of "Tomorrow") "You're gonna get eviscerated...tomorrow! Bet you lose your guts and innards tomorrow...better run..."
"On sale now!"
Now it sounds like Futurama. Eeevil Orphbot Annie.
(to the tune of "Tomorrow") "You're gonna get eviscerated...tomorrow! Bet you lose your guts and innards tomorrow...better run..."
Let's get the guy who does all the songs for the Weebl & Bob site. We want something like the "Kenya" song, but more earwormable.